Long time no see…

….as we still are sailing and pirating the seven seas.
I do promise to tell you all our juicy details once we get back into the home harbour and get some rest. For now though, keep practising your patience, flirt with the love of your life and make love like you never done before. Like you mean it every time. 

Just one more sea to dip my toes in before we head back to harbour…..

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the Tantric Priestess

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Nervously, he went to see the Tantric Priestess to find out the secrets of being a better lover.

”what do I need to do to make my woman happy?“ he asked,” Teach me the techniques.”

”there is no technique”, she replied, scooping some bright green tea leaves like blades of dried grass and dropping them into a tiny clay pot, ”no technique that is greater than understanding the lover’s attitude.”

She poured boiling water over the leaves, releasing an aroma of freshly-mown grass. ”Sencha tea”, she explained.

”And what exactly is the lover’s attitude?“ he asked, barely concealing his disappointment to not be given some solid methods and step-by-step instructions.

She swirled the tea around in the pot in a leisurely manner, as if awakening the leaves.

She mindfully placed the pot down, and poured the clear green liquid into two small bowl-like cups.

She slid one tiny bowl over the table top to him and raised her sparkling eyes to his.

”With these hands,” she said, lifting her elegantly long-fingered palms before him, ”I reach out to touch the places in you that have been hurt and shriveled up like a leaf closing to the harsh winds.”

She touched his cheek with a gentleness that seemed to penetrate right in to his depths. He felt immediately vulnerable. In a beautiful way. Seen. Exposed. Touched.

Looking into his eyes as she lightly caressed his cheek she said: ”I use my hands to sooth the parts of you that were once shamed or wronged.” it was as if she were pouring love straight into his body and heart. It was kind of scary, but at the same time his whole being thirsted for this.

She held her hand in stillness, cupping his cheek… ”I use these hands to hold you in all of the places in which you have been dropped so that you may gradually rebuild trust in life again.”

And as I look at you I see you fully… I see both aspects of your being.

I see your soul. Vast, complete and perfect. Life force in its fullness as it runs through you. The divinity that you are.

Yet I also see your humanity. All the wounds and scars that life gave you. I see all the constricted parts that don’t let the life force flow through with ease. I see the defences that armor your being.

I see them without judgment…for I understand how they came to be there. And I can only have compassion as I know that life has hurt you when you were vulnerable.

And I offer these hands to touch those places. I offer these hands to soften the armor, and caress the scars. My hands dance over you to free up your life force and let it safe for you to feel again, safe for you to be alive.

With my touch I gently release the constrictions that have made this body too small for that bright soul of yours. I do not fix… I only love. I love the very places you have feared to love yourself.”

She placed her hand on his hand. An innocent gesture, and yet he felt so very…touched.

He gulped a little and paused to sip his tea.

After a few sips, she refilled both cups, and then she started to caress one of her own hands with the other. Somehow her movements were mesmerizing.

” My hands are here to heal through pleasure.” she continued.

”It’s not me doing pleasure TO you. The pleasure is yours- I simply witness it with my hands. I dance with it. I celebrate it with my touch.

And if you can receive, then healing happens.

All that gets healed is not really you anyway. It is the result of what was done to you, but it’s not you. You are perfect and whole and complete. You are the soul that is eternally bright. My hands caress away the pain body, to reveal the sparkling diamond of your soul.”

She pauses to sip tea, without her taking her eyes off his. Wordless, he follows suit, not sure what to say. The tea feels warm and comforting as it slips down his throat.

”Never mind the technique,” she says,” for now just develop the attitude of the lover. The attitude itself will teach you the techniques.”

She clinks her little cup against his. They drain their last drops.

He is utterly transformed. He had walked into the Shakti Temple ready to pick up a few tricks. But he left feeling ready to touch another soul.

~ Shashi Solluna 


None of the words above written by me. When reading them I had no other way than to share them with you. Uncensored. Pure. As the energy they bring you.
May you be transformed every day too.

The Hot wife doing a 180

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This, the above pic, was exactly what I thought I was going to experience. What I was hoping for. That my husband would encourage me to set up my account on Ashley Madison. Becoming a Hotwife. His Hotwife. But I was so wrong.

The story I am about to tell you is a few years old. It happened when we still lived in New York. The kids were 8,10 and 12. All of my life was care taking. Of the family. Of the kids. Of the house. Of our social events. Of the relatives. Of holidays.
I desperately needed to be seen as the sex goddess I am. My husband didn’t see me. I was in need for attention and appreciation. And desperately in need for a feeling like the pic above.

Setting up an account as a Hotwife on AM is not difficult at all. Starting dating is not difficult, just a bit of nervousness. The next part, that is when it becomes difficult. Really difficult. When the ghosting starts. When they are too gross. When they cannot flirt with my brain. When they are not what they had described themselves to be. When I feel lonely, when I feel ashamed, when I feel not wanted, not attractive.

That is what happened to me

My husband figured out that something was not right with me and us. So he asked me when we were as we drove to get the kids after one of their mini-camps.
We were sitting in the car on our own for three hours. Plenty of time to talk.
He asked, and asked, and asked. I told hm about how I felt, what I had done and tried and that this was all for him. How I tried to become his Hotwife, taking my first steps on my own. And how it had made me feel the opposite of what I had hoped and aimed for. I showed him the picture. Being totally honest and open with my request that I now felt safe enough to tell him. That I wanted to feel like the woman in the picture. I want a man to have that power over me. Not any man. But him. And how I wanted him to control me. Telling me who to fuck – like I was his Hotwife.

I was so scared when I said these words in the car. I felt vulnerable, transparent and in stress. Would he leave me know or when we got home? That question went through my head and body at least a thousand times per second.
Guess what, he didn’t.
He took me by surprise. He was actually happy that I had tried this on my own.
He was grateful that I opened up to him like this. At that moment I knew things between us could only get better.

The trip to Europe

About a year later, a work trip brings us to Europe. As we arrived in Amsterdam I get a message on kik. Strange….no one of my friend use kik. I had no idea who it was from. And when I opened it I was stressed. And nervous. And excited. I showed the message to my husband. He smiled.

It appeared that my profile on AM still existed. In the European version. And it also contained a kik-profile to me. As we arrived here in Amsterdam we showed up in a new range of people whom hadn’t seen me before. The message? It was from a man. Looking for a lady for his wife. And I had naughtily written Bi-curious on my profile so he found me that way. Nervous, stressed and yes, excited too.

We started chatting on our way to the hotel. We exchanged a few pictures and he was super thrilled to find our that we were actually a couple. He wanted to create a night with sex and pleasures soon as a surprise for his wife if we were up for it. We started to feel like we really wanted to do this both of us. Whatever it turned out to be. We had never really discussed something like this, but when opportunity comes right at you, we couldn’t duck anymore. We said YES, PLEASE!

The work trip started on the Wednesday, we had Thursday to attend work meetings. Then we did a bit of tourist walks and just smiled at each other every time we got the chance. Feeling tremendously naughty. Need I say we had tremendous sex all of Thursday night and Friday morning?

Getting closer

Come Friday lunch. We had arranged for a discreet and secret meeting with the man, Jaan, and his wife, Anette. She was not to know that we had spoken previously. So we kept it a secret. The husband had made reservations at a restaurant – and he managed to make it look like it was a mistake by the staff that we had to share a table, the four of us. And she believed him. We smiled and opened up as the American tourists so she had absolutely no idea who we were. She sat next to me in the sofa and our men in front of each wife. All smiles and exchanging stories of our trip so far, what we liked about Amsterdam and so on. Could they perhaps recommend anything extra, off the tourist path?

The wife had no clue. She was just being very happy, friendly and loving towards her husband and us – as strangers she would never meet again. Or so she thought. My husband and I were turned on by the situation. And by the woman. She had curves, both ass and boobs. Her smile always reached her eyes and we really like that.
Lunch went on and we came to an end. We decided to say good bye and we hugged. I let my hand gently fall along her back as I hugged her close. Letting it linger on her lower back a while. My husband nestled himself in to a hug just as we let go, so for a split second the three of us were hugging. As we hugged Jaan he whispered in our ears that he was very pleased and would send further instructions very soon.

Leaving the restaurant we giggled and kissed. Hungrily for each other. Walking a few steps towards our hotel, then stopping for closeness and snogging. We didn’t care what other people thought when they saw us. We were horny, and wanted each other badly. In the elevator at the hotel I kneeled down and unzipped his trousers and took my husbands big cock head in my mouth. I was soaking wet all through my panties. As I left the elevator my husband stopped me against the wall and put his hand up under my skirt and pulled my panties down. Put them in his pocket and pulled me along the corridor to our hotel room.

I felt the feeling I had been longing to feel for so long.
I felt wanted, I felt treasured, I felt hot and so damn horny!

To be continued….

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No person, relation or likewise came to any harm at the sharing of this story. Neither before, during or afterwards. If all of the above is a fantasy, reality or other is irrelevant. What the words mean to you and your relation is the only thing that matters. 

early weekend morning fantasies

An arm reaching out for me. Hands on my body. Whispers in my ear. Whisperings of a fantasy of inviting the third person to bed with us. This time the man. A chosen man. The whispering continues as the hands touch all corners and curves of my body. We make out. A lot. I love it. Tongues deep into each other. Suddenly you are on your knees showing your big erection asking me to suck you.

Of course, I love sucking you’re cock. At the same time you keep telling me the fantasy. Inviting the chosen man into this sex right now. I can feel him too. If I close my eyes we are all there. The three of us. Making out. Sucking cocks. Licking pussy. Pinching nipples.

Touching and teasing.

Asking for penetration the fantasy continues. Not of just one cock, but of two. Sucking one, fucking one. Taking turns. And then suddenly all relaxed and open and you my darling spread my legs. Wide open. Both of you enter me. Slowly and teasingly at first, letting me feel all sensations like in slow-motion. Then I increase my rhythm to meet you both. I am in your arms. And in the chosen man’s arms.

I feel safe. I feel treasured. I am pleasure!

After my energetic full body orgasms – I open my eyes and kiss you. I thank you for inviting mr chosen to this morning. It feels really good to start doing a threesome like this where you are in charge whispering and taking commands of positions. And this weekend it actually feels like we have had a threesome every morning.

So this fantasy….it soon needs to be taken into reality. It is a wish of mine now.

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Mischievous Lilly

I saw her in the corner of my eye. Her curly hair in a loose knot, with some unruly curls surrounding her pretty face. Lips in bright red lipstick and that smile that can make anyone melt. She was on her way to the dance floor, hand in hand with a woman almost as tall as Lilly herself. They smiled and held hands on the dance floor and I could see that they really enjoyed dancing together. On a bar stool close to the dance floor I saw Lilly´s husband. Mr Tall. I saw his smile and how he was flirting with his love, Lilly. I saw him treasure this moment and a thought came to my mind. A naughty thought.

I sent a new message to my husband asking him to join me shortly at the bar. An emoji was the reply that came back. Plus a note saying: ”Yes, mrs Pleasure!”

I went out to to the dance floor and let my body move to the rhythms. Quite soon a smile was on my lips too and my eyes searched for mr Tall´s gaze. As soon as I found his eyes checking out my curves I slowly walked to him in the bar. He had no clue who I was. I took a few dance steps right in front of him and leaned over the bar and ordered a drink. I could feel his eyes lingering on my body.  Shortly after I felt a hand on my ass. Someone stroke me along my back up to my curls. As I turned around with a smile I met Mr Tall´s eyes first, and then my husband’s eyes.

I kissed my husband and then introduced me and mr S to Mr Tall. The two men started talking so I took off for the dance floor again. Moving myself closer and closer to Lilly and her mysterious woman. Their moves on the floor brought more happy eyes and smiles than just mine and the two men I just left at the bar. Lilly was teasing the woman with all her body parts, and kissed her right there. In the middle of the dance floor. She looked up, saw me, grabbed my wrist and pulled me into a hug and kisses on the cheeks. She then leaned over to the woman and whispered in her ear.

The other quite tall woman smiled at me and said hello as she took my hand and kissed it. Still dancing. Not letting the rhythms out of her body. I let myself be pulled in between them. Lilly dancing just behind me and the other woman in front of me. And it was a very erotic experience. Sometimes we were all moving as one, and sometimes we met each others eyes. Kisses were extended and long strokes of gentle fingers up and down our backs, along our hips and carefully from the hips and upwards passing the outside of the breasts, just having a feeling of how they would feel like to touch naked.
Her name was Eva. Or so she said.

The three of us reluctantly left the dance floor to get some drinks. And to meet up with the men still sitting in the bar watching our erotic show. Mr Tall kissed Lilly, who kissed Eva, while I kissed mr S and looked at the four very handsome and horny persons in front of me. Mr S, Mr Tall, Lilly and Eva.
I leaned forward and asked them all if they would like to go somewhere not so crowded.
Mr S knew immediately and took up the key to our suite at the hotel close by and dangled it in from of us all. Eva was first to say yes. Then Lilly and mr Tall nodded.

As we walked the short distance to our hotel room I whispered to mr S:
”- I could never have imagined in my wildest dreams that we would meet someone we knew while on this weekend trip to Prague. That the drink we would have in a bar would end up dancing, drinking and getting horny and turned on by two other women. Not in my wildest dreams even”, I said.
He laughed and answered:
” – And the night is still young, and this is our first night here, with two more to go. I love you, let’s get you all wild and crazy!”

Pretty soon we were all naked in our room. We were all kissing again, touching each other. Moaning and giggling. Laughing and teasing. Every one on every one. Until I asked if I could initiate an evening where we all took turns in pleasing one at a time. All four on  one person at a time. Mr S took our blindfold and carefully put it on Eva first.

We spent at least 30 minutes of undivided attention to all participants. By undivided I mean that the rest of us only used all our energies towards the person with the blindfold. No fingering, touching, kissing or anything on anyone else during the undivided attention. And I was last to get the attention. We had now been playing for more than 2 hours and my body was all vibrating as usual. It was so filled with energies that mr S ordered me to lay on top of him and that the rest would let my kundalini loose by stroking from my ass up to my curls along my back. The orgasm that started then and there kept going for the rest of the night. I was in bliss. Hands all over me. Fingers and tongues teasing me. Hands being a bit rougher at times and then softer. Back and forth. As if the orgasms and the touches were synchronised like waves reaching the shore and pulling back.

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If the night was over after that? No, that’s just when the fucking started.
Two well equipped men with great stamina and lust, and three hot and horny women not getting enough of each other. Licking, sucking, fingering, penetrating, doubling, moaning, giggling and then sleeping.

Mr S woke up happy.  He saw all our clothes all over the floor and arm chairs, he also saw me smiling in my dreams beside him. On the other side of the room in the comfy sofa bed he could spot three heads. He took out the blindfolds again. Three of them. Put them carefully on the three sleeping women. Gently woke up mr Tall and told him about the plan (the original plan that was about to unfold) as he went to the door to let the new guests arrive.

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No person, relation or likewise came to any harm at the sharing of this story. Neither before, during or afterwards. If all of the above is a fantasy, reality or other is irrelevant. What the words mean to you and your relation is the only thing that matters. 

3 unicorns in one day

So, we were a bit sad yet happy that the last of our unicorn found their mr Love. Happy for their sake, sad for the team of us.

Things always turn around for the best though. Or very often we would say.

So less then 10 days after we’ve received the sad (yet happy) news, I am up and running 3 conversations in on day with 3 different unicorns.

We are lucky indeed.

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Unicorn matchmakers

Yes,

All unicorns (and bulls (except 1 so far)) who we have met during last year….have found their true love. And it all has happened very recent to having sex with us. We believe it is because they all glow a bit more after spending time having glorious sex with us. 😉

So,

If you are a unicorn or bull, who would:

A) like to have sex with us – and we with you

And would:

B) like to meet the love of your life in a short future after our sex date

Please contact us, we do not bite.

xoxo,
Thelma and Mr S