Prvič v swinger klub 2.del

Prispem domov s polno glavo vseh novih informacij, ko zapiska telefon…bil je on….mačka si …je bilo vse kar si napisal. Mmmmmm…. Zvečer sva se dobila….malo govorila in veliko hmmm …. Dogovorila se za petek …..
Petek….uh sem bila na trnih, celi dan . Tisoč misli se mi podilo skozi glavo . Seveda ne bi bila ženska ,če ne bi komplicirala kaj naj si oblečem …erotično ….ma lej sem si rekla, obleči tisto v čemer se sama počutiš najbolj sexi….izbrala sem catsuit v črni ,seveda petkice okoli bokov sem si zavezala rutkico, da moja češpljica ne bo preveč na enkrat videla :))
Uredila se in že je zvonil spodaj ….uhhh zdaj gre zares ….
Prispela sva …on pokliče …pride lastnica, se pozdravimo …odpelje naju v prostore in me prevzame njemu …pokaže mi garderobe, pove pravila in vse formalnosti ki sodijo zraven ……
Pa nič se ne boj, nihče te ne bo pojedel …predvidevam da sem bila bleda ko duh,vsaj za noge sem vedela da imam mehke …..Ko se preoblečem, uredim stopiva noter….no ja glede na to, da se vsi poznajo med sabo je bila kar glasna razprava, smeha,  glasbe nič ni manjkalo ... ko pogledam po prostoru, me zgrabijo močne roke…no končno si prišla …že dva dni ga poslušam, govori samo o tebi kok si fletna, zabavna in mačkasta …nič se ni zlagal….jaz sem lastnik tukaj in počuti se kot doma ….uhhh ne vem kje sem zvlekla nasmešek, ampak bila sem še vedno vsa v tremi …prinesel mi je pijačo dobrodošlice, ne me vprašat nimam pojma kaj sem takrat spila na dušek in topla žgana pijača me je v trenutku sprostila….Usedla sem se na stol zraven mojega spremljevalca in drugi so me prišli pozdravit in se predstavit….ker sem komunikativna sem se res v trenutku vživela in res sami super ljudje …v eni uri smo bili kot da se že mesece poznamo…..malo je seveda pripomogel tudi kozarček ali dva alkohola ….ampak vse v mejah normale…..
Tale moj, joj kok je bil rajcig ….kar tam bi ga naskočila za šankom, ko sem samo spomnila kako mi je bilo zadnji dve noči z njim ….nekaj parčkov je že izginilo zadaj in kmalu se je slišalo stokanje ….mmmm ….še bolj me je podžgalo ….šel mi je z roko po hrbtu ….jaz pa sem ga božala po boksarcah, ki so se hitro polnile ….uhhhh….sem zrajcana sem mu šepnila na uho ….prijel me je za roko …pridi mačka mi je rekel …..odpeljal me je zadaj …dva para sta bila že v polni akciji, nekaj posameznikov in posameznic je samo gledalo….pridi usedi se zraven …pogrnil je brisačo in usedla sem se ….že sama misel kaj se dogaja okoli mene in njegove roke so me spravljale ob pamet …..samo uživaj …lepo ti bo je rekel ….prepustila sem se njegovim rokam, poljubom in izklopila vse okoli sebe samo uživala…noro uživala…..kmalu sem začutila še nekaj rok na sebi, moške, ženske …..igra se je nadaljevala …..niz orgazmov ,vzdihov …vsega ……

Tako sem začela…tako se nadaljuje…vesela sem, da sem takrat kliknila in napisala …..Res mi je lepo, spoznala sem krog čudovitih ljudi s katerimi se družimo tudi privat . Mogoče sem imela srečo in ima kdo slabše izkušnje, je pa res da smo ljudje različni in nekaterim to ne paše . Najbolj se mi pa zdi pomembno, da klub v katerega zahajam ima sicer kar dosti članov, vendar je zaprtega tipa in lahko samo na priporočilo prideš kot par ali posameznik notri ,torej vsi ki ne razumejo pojma swingerstva, ki nimajo pospravljenega podstrešja in niso preverjeni s strani rednih članov ne morejo notri.

Pikantne podrobnosti ….drugič

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Pleasure in the Unlikeliest Places

In the following erotic fiction, a woman realizes that the most intoxicating pleasure is sometimes found in the most unexpected places. Read on… Pleasure in the Unlikeliest Places - An Erotic Story The first time that she saw Jamie, she wanted him and she did not even know it. It was not until the third time that she met him, and he looked at her that she realized that anything was there for her and she still didn’t think about making anything out of it. He was not her type; Jamie was none of her check marks. None of the things that she wanted for herself, none of the things that she wanted in a partner. But when Jamie looked at her, she was mesmerized. Mesmerized by the color of his eyes and the intensity of his gaze. She hadn’t expected that intensity, or for it to have such an effect on her, and it seared her memory. It was easy for her to continue their flirtation as they became part of each other’s social circle, and then later friends, but then maybe this was because she did not expect anything. When there was no expectation, it was effortless to be totally at ease with him. When Jamie asked her out to dinner, she never assumed he was asking her out on a date, and this time was no different; it just seemed like they were just going to hang out. But after this meal, as they were saying goodbyes, Jamie pulled her close to him and kissed her cheek affectionately; and, for the first time, Florentine realized she wanted him to kiss her lips, desperately. Where had that feeling come from? She tilted her head up toward him with a pout, expecting him to kiss her other cheek as well. Instead, Jamie suddenly shifted his hands to her hips and pulled her close to him, his lips now firmly upon hers. Just that simple contact made her knees suddenly weak, while deep within her body began to ache for him. She groped him without thinking, and felt his desire…not between his legs. But in the way that he responded to her touch. ‘You’re so sexy, you are going to get me in trouble…’ he said into her hair. ‘Why?’ she looked up at him, silhouetted by the full moon beyond him. ‘Because you are making it hard for me to be a gentleman Flo…’ No one ever called her Flo. Everyone called her Florentine, and his use of the cute diminutive had always seemed more reason for her to not take him seriously. But, for the first time in her life, she was going to listen to her body and do what her body wanted. Her body wanted Jamie. ‘I never asked you to be a gentleman…’ she purred against his chest. Jamie kissed her again, and she put her hands on his chest, half swooning from his growing passion. ‘Be careful what you don’t ask for…’ he whispered in her ear. Florentine chuckled, and quieted as he squeezed the side of her breast tenderly. She let her hand slip in the back of his pants. ‘Come home with me…’ he said. Nodding into his chest, Florentine nibbled at his ear and neck with impatience, very happy to distract him from his phone as he ordered a car. Then they waited in the dark, kissing against the wall kissing like horny teenagers who were only just trying to hide. The driver looked at her appreciatively as she climbed in. She liked that; she liked that Jamie could see that other people wanted her. He put his hand on her thigh as he joined her on the backseat, barely waiting for the car to rejoin traffic before he slipped that hand just under her skirt and began kissing her again like they had kissed before. As they tumbled into his bed, she found herself totally without inhibition, and Jamie worshipped her body with his mouth like she was the only woman in the world. Any of her vulnerabilities were soothed by his attentions as he made her feel a pleasure like she hadn’t experienced for far too long. Her best toys didn’t hold a candle to the sensation that he made her feel; the weight of him, and the way that he filled her. Her eyes watered at the pleasure of the fullness of him inside her. Florentine fell asleep beside him easily, not thinking for a moment about sneaking out to avoid an awkward morning-after. He pulled her into him, and curled over her body as he kissed her neck. When she woke up the sun was coming up, and Florentine’s breath caught. She was still in his arms, and his embrace had not slackened. When she shifted, he settled her closer to him. So she closed her eyes, and went back to sleep. After that, it seemed two days couldn’t go by that they didn’t find themselves in each other’s beds, engulfed in passionate ecstasy she had forgotten she would even experience. She was beyond blissed out that she was with him; never having imagined that she would want something like that with him, but now unable to see herself without it. ‘You can leave stuff here, you know? I cleared out a drawer for you and got some toiletries for you. I got a guest toothbrush.’ Exhausted after a mid-afternoon quickie, Florentine’s half-closed eyes were suddenly wide. ‘I mean now that we are together all of the time. I just wanted to make you feel at home.’ Her eyes widened even more, and Jamie looked at her with a combination of confusion and surprise. He was naked and beautiful, telling her that he was making room for her in his life when she never even considered that she really wanted him in her life. Her body was perfumed with his sweat, and she could smell their lovemaking high between her legs. Jamie had serious bedhead, and he looked so kind. And he wanted her. He was everything she wanted, because she hadn’t wanted it. Rather than embarking on a purely practical relationship that marked the end of romance, she was being romanced like she never had been before, by a man who she did not even think she could ever be serious about. Why had her list not included tenderness, warmth, and character? What he had was modest, but he had a lot of pride in it. He cooked her dinner, and it was better than dinner at the fancy restaurants that her dates usually took her too. And for all his lack of cockiness, he was able to tune her body like the fine machine it was. ‘You’re too lovely to me,’ she said, looking down bashfully. ‘I just want to be more than just lovely to you.’ She let him take her in his arms, and she realized far from the end of romance, it was the very beginning…