The wedding party at Eden’s sexclub


They came down the staircase, on the red carpet. Everybody gave them their attention.

She was beautiful in her strapless weddingdress, beaming and smiling. He walked slowly behind her taking in the room feeling more proud than ever.

A big round of applauds as they stopped along the way. The bartender shouted ”hip, hip, hooray for mr Wolf and his bride today” and all joined in and cheered for the newly weds as they made their way down the rest of the stairs. Hugging and kissing everyone they met on their way to the bar. Greetings were given in more ways than you normally see at a wedding. Everyone in the room was now smiling and cheering as the bride and groom got up and sat on the bar. With a glass of bubbly each they kissed each other and invited the bartender up to sit between them.

The person next to us explained the scene to us, as we were the only guests that evening from outside this town. All the other guests were frequent visitors to Eden and knew both the bride and the groom well. But not us, so she took us on a story of how the bride and the groom, aka mr Wolf, had met one night a year ago in one of the rooms at Eden. Mr Wolf had been invited by a couple (as men cannot visit Eden on their own, they need a date to enter) to join them for a threesome at the sex club. The man in the couple that invited mr Wolf,  is now working as the bartender in the club. And is was part of the story of course. As well as a partner to the woman telling us the story.

She told us:
”- We came to the bar around midnight, after I had flirted with mr Wolf in another bar. All three of us got horny so we invited him to join us at Eden. As we came to Eden there were a lot of girls present. There usually are more men than women at the club but not this night. I spotted her immediately. She was smiling and beaming back then too. I couldn’t resist her either so I went up to her as fast as I could and asked if she would join me. She nodded. Not really able to speak. I took her into the room with the biggest bed. We kissed each other and it led to sex between us. Right in the middle we could feel more hands on our bodies. It was Mr Wolf and my partner, Joaquin, (at the bar tonight) who had found us after I left them when I spotted Isabel. I slowed down, invited all hands to my body as I asked Isabel if she wanted to join in a foursome. Again she nodded. This time with a her big smile. When Joaquin and I finally left after a few hours of sex, cuddling, laughter and talk, Isabel and mr Wolf stayed behind. That’s how they met. 

We have ”played” with them both at this club and at our house as well since that year, and they have been frequent guests to the club. Enjoying themselves and others too. I am not surprised at all that they choose to come here as an ”after-wedding-party”. A few of the bridesmaids are blushing a bit, but I have seen others here before. It seems like a fine mix of regulars and newcomers. 

She laughed. Kissed us both on our lips. Smacked my bare behind and flirted with me. With me Thelma. She, the red head. Then she went to the bar. Joined in the celebrations of Isabel and mr Wolf.

We sipped our drinks. Feeling a bit unsure. Out-of-towners. The rest regular guests. Plus the huge wedding party. Should we stay?

Cake for all was announced and we took the opportunity to slip into the back of Eden. And found the biggest bed of them all. Mirrors around us and in the ceiling. And we were all alone. Slowly undressing the last part of clothing. Kissing all over. Taking our time to find pleasure. Enjoying every minute. Suddenly hands on our bodies, lightly touching. As if in the light touch there was also a question if they could touch. YES, was our mutual reply.

The room was dark and not well lit. It took a few moments until we realized that it was Isabel and mr Wolf that were joining us. I kissed the bride full on. Long, deep kisses. Mr S kissed mr Wolf. We had sex next to each other. Me and mr S, Isabel and mr Wolf. Our hands touched all over all of us.

The red head and her partner, the bartender, joined us later on. Mr S and I in the middle. Enjoying many hands on ur bodies. And as usual my kundalini energy kept rising and rising. Being almost too much to handle for me and mr S. My orgasms never ended. They kept coming over and over again. Mr S let go of control and had an unique experience when he joined my multiple orgasm. Two men and two women were all touching mr S. I was riding his cock and we really exploded there. In the room with the biggest bed. In Eden. The sex club. With the newly weds. And the red head and her bartender.

When we got back to our hotel we received a message on our Tumblr….
”- To the hot and intimate lovers – thank you for a wonderful night together. You helped us end our wedding day in the best possible way. Please come back to Eden. And let us know when you do. 
xoxoxo, mr and mrs Wolf”


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. 


When a woman loves her man…and shows it….

Looking for a needle in a haystack? So it feels like.

Either we are meeting experienced women on their own. Or couples where the woman is only interested in herself and not her husband. I would like to meet a couple like us. Maybe they are more experienced than us or maybe less than us. I can picture what it would be like to meet a couple where the woman always went back to her partner, choosing him over her or us. Still playing and exploring together with her partner and us. To once in a while go back to being in the original two-some with her partner for intimacy and connection.

Meetings with singles?

Maybe. Maybe not. They all need to be interested in us both. Experienced enough to appreciate only touching. No need for penetration. No needs at all. Just listening to the tune we play and step in where the tune opens up. And no, this way of viewing a night together is not us using this person as a sex toy. More of a signal to the singles that we are not promising anything at all….so do not anticipate nor expect – ask and we will see how the night unfolds.

Yes, we know that our tune can to be stronger and clearer. We are working on it.

A new idea comes to my mind. I share it with my Mr S.

”- Let’s try this. We hook up with another couple, meet them for a walk/drink/dinner with multiple possible outcomes:

  • we say ”no, thank you” right there and do nothing further
  • we say ”yes, maybe, let us book a room at a hotel, see each other have sex within the couple and then maybe meet again”
  • we say ”yes, maybe, let us book the room, see each other have sex with your own partner, we have sex next to each other and maybe there will be some touching on non-genital parts”
  • we say ”yes, have sex in the booked room, with your own partner first and there might be more sex in the quadruple”

And a reminder that anyone can stop at any time and back a few steps to start over or choose another direction. As well as a reminder that at anytime anyone can call it a night and say good bye. 

So Mr S, can this be worth trying with me?”

This one...

PS. If you are a couple and you as the woman recognize yourself in my description above….do not hesitate to get in touch.

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. 


worst and best case scenarios

Stella was stuck in her negative spiraling thoughts and came to see me on her own.

She tells me this:
”I cry a lot now a days, we have lots of sex and I really do believe Stuart loves me more than ever and deeper then he actually realizes. Yet, I am so scared that he will leave me. That I will be alone and unwanted. That I will not belong in his loving community.”

She takes a pause and starts over again, fixing her eyes upon mine.

”And I have a really hard time not being stressed out by the fact that he wants more women to have sex with. It sometimes feels like I should just go against my own body and mind, and let him have his way. Set up a few dates with some unicorns and let him lick as much pussy as he wants. And that they all play with his cock as I kiss him. Tears will surely be rolling down my face as I do this. You see? It feels like a big black hole inside me just waiting to eat me up and pull me down. And I am not yet ready to die. To leave this.

I want to be able to give him what he wants, mostly because I believe that I will loose him if I do otherwise. Or that is what my brain tells me anyway. And I believe it. 

It seems like I am wired to always go deep down amygdala searching for the worst case scenario. Which might even be that if I give Stuart exactly what he wants among other women, that he will still leave me. I cannot live with these stupid thoughts and fears in my life anymore. I am so angry at Stuart and at myself.”

I can feel that Stella is very tense and stressed about the whole situation. Both talking about it as well as, feeling it to be true, and also in a way knowing it isn’t but still being angry with herself for acting in this way. Leaning closer to her I ask her to tell me of the best case scenarios that will occur if she will do what she thinks Stuart wishes.

”In the best case scenarios I will have access to my voice, not being afraid of saying what I want to happen, not being afraid of asking to be a part, not being afraid of taking as much as I want from Stuart, not being afraid to push the greedy ones out of the room, not being afraid sharing Stuart with the ones I like, with the ones that he like, not being afraid of being left out of the play and pleasure.

In the best case scenario I too will feel pleasure. I too will be able to be in my body without a stress respons of freeze (I don’t experience flight nor fright in our sex adventures this far). I too will have a good time.

And I will be in no doubt that Stuart is in love with me. That I am the woman he wants more of. That I am the only woman he wants to share his life with.”

I ask her more:
”So how do thinking of these best case scenarios make you feel Stella?”

She answers in a slow voice and tone.

”Like I want to cry for being so rude and mean to myself. And I really want to be able to let go of this downward spiral. I want to believe with every cell of my body that the best case scenario or at least the last part about Stuart loving only me will be true. I am not there yet. Maybe this will come with time or a might need a few more sessions with you to embody these new beliefs that I want to have. Replace the ones I do have with new ones. Can we do that? Schedule a few sessions for me?”

She opens her calendar on her phone, but before we search for a new time to meet, she shows me the latest picture that Stuart sexted to her while she sat here with me.


The words that follow along with the picture are:
Let this luscious ass be mine tonight. I will treasure it with my big cock.

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. 

Orgasms – how many can you have?

Mr S asked me the question again as he came out from the shower, still drying himself in front of me.

Me, still in bed, smiled at him and gave a little laugh as I replied:
As many as I can take, my Love!

Clitoral orgasms – ie stimuli on the little head of the clitoris
Vaginal orgasms – all the different spots, nerve endings, places – INSIDE the Vagina are, for me, today, so incredibly sensitive that I find myself reaching orgasms when you fuck me from behind and in our previous years together that has never happened before. Yet now I have different kinds of orgasms whether we lie on our sides, spooning, or if I stand on all four or if I stand in my high heels and bend forward towards the floor or if I ride your cock when you sit up and I face away from you.
Or when you enter me as I ride you, and again different orgasms if I face you or away from you. 
Or the orgasms when I suck you deep, they linger in me and stretch all the way from shaft in my mouth down to my pussy. 
Not to mention the orgasms I can take when you massage my breasts, oooh…the nipplegasms. 
The squirting orgasms….where the orgasm not yet occur at the point of the squirting, but very near. Either before or after. 
The ass-fucking, riding you, with your cock far up my ass and one leg next to you, the other with a foot on the floor.
The newest addition – just laying next to you as you pull your cock on your own, masturbating with me at your side, I am not touching myself, nor are you touching me. And still, yes still, I get the most remarkable orgasm at the same time that you orgasm. Just by absorbing your energies and taking the orgasm simultaneously as you. 

The best part, Mr S, is that the is just the beginning. Let me tell you that there will be plenty more orgasms to come. 

Is 20 in a day my current top?

Mr S put the towel over his shoulder and came across the room to the bed. Kissed me gently on my forehead, lips, nipples, belly button and clitoris head.
Then he left me naked in bed for a day at the office.

Me? I stayed naked in bed the rest of the day.

Summer ”sexcation”

We were not sure at all about the plan to spend a week with the in-laws and our two teen-age daughters in a small cabin at a Camping resort during the summer. Not sure at all. Looking back at the week it was an amazing week though. Having quality time with the family and the in-laws, plus the bonus of having my wife close around me in her bikini for a week. And the days and moments we took off on our own, I will treasure them and remember them during the dark nights in the coming winter.

Every morning, before breakfast, my wife and I managed to get our own time walking along the beach. We met a few others some mornings, but mostly we were on our own. The season at the camping was nearly ended and very few were actually staying there. That suited us just fine.

I usually woke up in the cabin before my wife. We slept each in our own bunk bed and I could lay there for a while just gazing at this spectacular woman. The woman of my life. She somehow noticed that she was being watched, which she by the way loves, and opened her eyes to look back at me. Without waking the others up, we put on some clothing. Never any underwear. Wife usually only in one of her dresses with nothing underneath. Perfect! And we set off quietly towards the beach walk. Aiming towards one of the little huts we hade noticed further along the beach.

Every morning we held hands as we crossed the big lawn where all the camping vans and tents had been. It was now deserted. Once we reached the little stretch of trees before the beach started we couldn’t stay away from each other any longer. We kissed hungrily and my hand were reaching under my wife’s dress. She pulled me closer and held her hand firmly on my ass. Making sure she could feel my growing erection.

When we finally got to one of the huts her dress was barely covering her hips. I had pulled it down over her shoulders and lifted it up from her ass. Her beautiful ass swagging before me the last steps off the path. And the she bent over one of the chairs. I went down on my knees to bury myself in her juices before entering her from behind. She pulled me closer with her hand and I grabbed her by the wrist and held on to her. Making sure to use the rhythm she is so enticed by, the rhythm of the waves.
A moment later I let go of her wrist and bent forward to fondle her breasts, my peaches. I love them and it turns her on when I cup them in my hands and at the same time twist and stretch her nipples. One peachy boob in each hand. Cock in pussy. Sunshine and warm winds. Following the rhythm of the waves. Happy sounds and smiles from both of us. Do I need to mention that our feet felt lighter when walking back for ”second” breakfast?

The days were usually spent enjoying the sun, a few excursions, some sightseeing or just lazily reading on the patio outside our cabin. Dinner eaten in one of the little restaurants in different places every night. Plenty of little fishing towns around our resort so just a few minutes in the car before we were home again and were off on our evening walk too.

Yes. Both morning walks and evening walks on our own. In-laws happy to sit on the patio and talk or play a game of cards with the teenagers, who were content either being on their phones or playing with grand parents.

IMG_1473Us. No, we took off. Usually towards the other end of the beach. Towards the empty summerhouses. Where one old fishing hut had been transformed into a summer house. Wearing more clothes at this walk. So the hands up under the dress had to pull the panties off before reaching the warm pussy and following the shape of her ass. I held her close to me with her back agains me. Found a way to loosen her bra and could reach one hand into the top of her dress down towards her peachy boobs. Her hands again firmly against my ass keeping me close. Feeling the erection grow. She sat down on the tiny patio and unzipped my pants. Pulled them down along with my underwear and swallowed my cock head, let her tongue play along my shaft, swallowed head again and went deeper. She let go and turned around so that she now was laying on her back on the patio with her head and mouth close to my cock and balls. I knew what was waiting.

She started licking my cock head, then took it into her mouth. She tilted her head a bit more back and I could slide all of my cock down her throat. Her dressed was pulled up to her waist and I could see her pussy wet with her juices. I started to finger-fuck her and kept alternating between pulling her g-spot and rubbing it. All again in the same rhythm as the evening waves. I felt the g-spot becoming softer and softer. I could hear by the sound from her pussy that she was going to squirt soon. She felt it too so she once again pulled me closer to her so she was really deep throating me. Not letting my cock getting an inch out of her. I was close to orgasm.

I stepped away with full erection and wet fingers. Showed her to move around so that I stood on the grass and she lay on the patio with feet up in the air. Big cock entering wet pussy from that angle and as I held my arms around her thighs that she leaned on my chest she squirted all over me as I filled her with my cum. She laughed and smiled. We took all our clothes off and skinny dipped in the water. The sun had already set and the August darkness came closer.

We dried off sitting next to each other on the patio. Close as close can get. I love you my darling wife, I whispered in her ear.


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. 

Mr Storm

”He gave me a look across the dinner table that said ”I will devour you, every bit of you”. My body shivered with excitement. 
For the remainder of the dinner everything he did,  biting off a piece of juicy melon or sipping from his drink, touching my leg with his leg, or licking his finger, everything he did had an immediate response within my body. I couldn’t conceal it from him. He saw it all. The effect his every move has on me. All the time. I was so excited. My whole body trembling from inside. 

Trembles starting at the epicenter of my being. In my root chakra. In my vagina. Making its way through the highways it has transformed the earlier tiny, untraveled pathways of neuronal transmitting. He was the reason for this too. 

Dinner was cleared away and we were all alone on the terrace. The evening was slowly getting darker and soon it would only be the moon light that would show us the way up to the house. We had not left any lights on inside and as the chef left the villa was in darkness. I could see the curtains in the open windows following the wind gently. 

A finger stroke the inside of my thigh, from the inside of my heel all the way up to there. Then on the other thigh. I felt my response. I got wet. I leaned back in my chair and let go of thoughts, just indulging into pleasure from the fingertips tracing their ways up and down the inside of my thighs. Teasing and exploring. 

A hand took mine and led me to the sofa in the far corner of the terrace. We could hear the noises from the harbor. No one could see us. He placed me on my knees with elbows resting on the back of the sofa. As if I should be watching the sun set in the Mediterranean. He knows damn well I close my eyes when in pleasure. 

Firm hand on my lower back. Finger easing into my panties, pulling them aside. Something cool dripping onto my outer labia. Immediately followed by a warm, exploring tongue. He licked me all over. Put the ice cube in his mouth and swiped it all over my pussy too. Made me ask for his warm tongue again. Made me wait for it. 
He pulled my blue dress up to my hips. Then used his teeth to take my panties off.  

He sat down on the floor beneath the sofa and licked me from the other direction. It was hot. He is hot. Fingers inside me. Teasing my g-spot. Stopping. A first wave of unstoppable orgasms flowing through the highways inside me. Its like every time he stops, the response from my body is there….orgasms in waves, keep rolling in on me. 

I made a few sounds of pleasure. More dripping of some sort onto my pussy and ass. Rubbing my butt cheeks with oil. My pussy and ass too. I was shivering on my knees in the sofa when he put his hands on my hips and pulled me backwards to meet him and his cock. I leaned forward and placed my hands on the sofa, standing with my dress around my waist, in my highest heels. He lets his cock tease my ass and pussy before he enters me slowly. Pussy yearning for thrusts. Pussy yearning to be opened. Ass wanting play as well. 

I took off my dress and leaned more into his cock. My bra was taken off by him and he squeezed my tits as he started thrusting himself deep into my pussy. I was trembling in orgasms. Making the neighbors know I was in heaven by my heavy moaning. I could hear him getting into pleasure zone too. 

nikolas-noonan-682178-unsplashThe sky had darkened and the wind blew my curls out of control. As if they ever were in control… I slowly eased up to standing. My naked body against his. My bare back met his stomach and as he was breathing deep all the way down to there, my body met his response again. His cock still inside me, teasing inside my vagina. His hands squeezing and massaging my breasts. Slowly his fingers made their way down to meet his cock inside my pussy. Fingers and cock inside me. I could hear him whispering my name in my ear as he was kissing my neck. I shivered in his arms from deep inside me to every part of my body touched by him and the wind. 

Him, mr Storm, taking me like a storm every time we meet. 

He led me naked up to the house. Only wearing earrings and my high heels. Him in his unbuttoned, open shirt and nothing else but his after shave. My tall, handsome, mr Storm. Once inside he laid down on the big sofa pulling me close in a sideways 69, telling me to start sucking his cock as deep and long as I can. 

Some nibbling and teasing with my tongue along his shaft, sucking his balls and slowly making my way to let his beautiful head enter my wet mouth. I suck him hungrily. Deeper and deeper. I am in cock-sucking-frenzie-zone. My pussy is responding and is so wet. He licks me hungrily like he didn’t get any dinner at all. His tongue swirls around my clit-head and he sucks it, slowly and firmly. He has his arms wrapped around each of my thighs and there is no way for me to get out of his grip. I swallow his cock deeper than before and he is way down my throat. He feels that he can push himself into my mouth and I let him. Getting more and more horny by every thrust. 

He suddenly stops licking me and ease the grip of my thighs. Then he puts his tongue deep into my pussy and as I suck his cock greedily I feel another wave of orgasms starting deep inside me. I don’t know if the start is in the back of my throat this time. I just feel the orgasms making me tremble and shiver all over. I am in full-blown-body-orgasm. He lets out a groan of pleasure and comes deep in my throat. 

I smile and kiss him all over. Until I find myself resting chest to chest in his hug, his leg wrapped around me too and my lips in a kiss with him. The storm outside is raging. 
Welcome Storm and welcome mr Storm! ”

I put away my glasses and close my old diary. The entry I just read was from more than 20 years ago. A fond memory of one of our first summers together.
I ease my way under the sheets very quietly and start to kiss mr S´s cock good morning as only I can.

Wild white horses…aka unicorns


The feeling of laughter bubbling in my body. That feeling that can I get even though you’ve just gotten banned from Tinder. That feeling that comes from the fact that our previous thought that unicorns are the rarest creatures in this universe. That feeling that now comes in the knowledge that unicorns are unique, not rare. That feeling when we see them running wild all over this planet. Knowing that I just have to send my precious Mrs out to flirt with them… will gather the ones that you want. They will want you. You will invite them to me. The three of us will meet in sexploration. Again and again. 

There is no rush anymore. A calm and safe heart. A sane head. Lust flows freely in my whole body. Energies calmly awaiting what will be. Resting assured that pleasure will be plentiful for all. 

Let the laughter flow through us. Accept the white horses around us as the unicorns they all are. Unique, not rare. 

I love you Thelma,
Yours for always
mr S


Sexploration for our children and a new society

Carl Jung once said that nothing has a stronger influence psychologically, on their environment, and especially on their children, than the unlived life of the parents. If we don’t open fully to our buried longings and loneliness, passions and fears, we become confined to a small, limited sense of who we are.

When we notice we are caught in this imprisoning trance of our unlived lives, coming back into our bodies opens up a larger space of presence. In this short video, we’ll explore how staying with our present moment experience and bringing care to the life within gives us more creativity and spontaneity in responding to the world around us.

As I read the lines above I held my breath for a short while. Then it went back to its normal rhythm on its own. Like it does when I let go of controlling it.

”- Of course”, said Mr S when I showed him. He didn’t need persuasion by Carl Jung nor any other.

I want to share it with my clients when I meet them. We have never looked at their WHY from this angle. Nor from this perspective when we are talking about WHY they all go through this development of sex within their relationships as well as building a stronger foundation for their relation. We have missed out on describing the benefit for the rest of their relationships, with family, friends and society.

”- You know that we are role models for many of our friends, new and old.” Mr S whispers in my ear as he unties the strings of my bikini. ”Let me show them how this can be done and let me practice with you here on this rooftop balcony. Every time we meet someone for dinner or drinks after we have fucked, you always carry such a glow with you. Let’s bring it out for tonight too. Marc and Susan will be here in less than an hour. I want them to see you glow.”


Mono-amorous and non-monogamous

Trying to grasp our mutual growth. Why we do this and what it is or might become?
If I put in words on paper and discuss it with Mr S maybe it will become clearer?
Said and done, a few moments later I find myself with these words.

”- Mr S, please listen to me reading these words to you.  Listen, reflect and let me hear your words from your heart and your head,” I say as I sit down next to him in the sunshine. And start to read:

”We came across a term that someone used, saying that they were definitely mono-amorous and non-monogamous. And that planted itself in us. Like yeah, we can relate to that. It could have been our words. And today we try them out. 

There is no place for more persons to love or be in a love-relationship with within our family. Not today and not in the near future. Nor for me nor for Mr S. We love each other and stay in our relationship together in this duo.
At the same time we are feeling an urge to be relationship anarchists – ie not bound to any other rules for our relationship that the ones we mutually agree upon. We = mr S and I.
The anarchist urge that has been the birthplace of more lust and curiosity to sexplore with others,  we have come to terms that we today define us as

Non- monogamous:
For us at the moment this means that we are open to add other persons to our sex acts. Like a threesome in a hotel or like having sex in a sex club, or visiting sex parties. Maybe not always to add someone else at these events, but merely to show our selves off as a couple who enjoy having sex, even if someone is watching. But yes, a threesome at a hotel is definitely adding a person to us. 
What it doesn’t mean for us today is that we go our own ways. It is not ok for Mr S to have his own sex act with a new person or for me to be involved with other men (or women) without Mr S by my side. What we do in sex as non-monogamous we do together. 
When we get the question if we are swingers and the underlying question are ”do you want to swap partners?”, we say no! If that is your definition of swingers we are NOT calling ourselves swingers.
We do however add more persons than one sometimes, but then that is a full on game with all persons on all. Not two separate events occurring next to each other. Maybe it is more correct to say we are in the swinging community, than to phrase us as swingers….and perhaps mostly it is again our relationship anarchists that rage against the closed concept that swinging equals swapping.

To sum our words, thoughts and reflections up for now…we define our selves as 

  1. free to mutually set the bonds that we feel are needed in our relationship – not to inherit societies or cultures or other traditional bonds
  2. free to mutually agree to add more persons to our sex-life and mutually agree to whom they might be
  3. a part of the swinging community without the traditional definition of the swapping having to occur
  4. the brave lovers in our relationship that consists of only two persons 

What have I missed? What more needs to be said here? I am ready to listen!”

”- Darling, you just missed to add the joy, the fun, the naughtiness, the liberation, the excitement and the fear. And yes, not letting other people or society tell us what we can or cannot do. You definitely have the anarchy thing totally spot on!
Come here and give me one of those kisses when you smile. I love to feel the smile on your lips as we kiss. They make me feel loved”. Mr S pulled me closer and we kissed.

The sun was hidden behind the clouds. Mr S´s arms were wrapped around me and my hands unbuttoned his shirt. This summer afternoon was going to be time for some naughty play. Between the two of us.


He reads me like a book…

And he knows exactly where to put his fingers. And his tongue.

Starting around my ear, slowly moving down my neck, taking time to kiss and smile, look me in the eyes, then back to kissing his way from my top to my toes, avoiding my yearning pussy, kissing the inside of my thigh, making me shiver and yearn even more, putting my body into motion, it moves without me directing it, it moves beneath his finger tips, under the tip of his tongue, while he caresses my tits, and bites my nipples, playfully and a bit harsher, my body responding to him all the time.

And he knows exactly where to put his fingers. And his tongue.

Pleasure, pure pleasure all along. For us both as I climax in one hell-of-a-long orgasm. He just smiles and pull me close. Into his arms.

He reads me like a book.