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The power of the mind.... I'm aware We have had encounters since Your return that I've yet to write about... I'm not sure what's held me back, maybe their intensity, too much for words... Maybe the intimacy... Maybe I finally lost myself and my words, I couldn't do the feelings, the sensations, justice..... Anyway... Back to now... Somehow, I thought I never would, I'm meeting F, Your again... A whole myriad of reasons culminating in me sitting in the car park, changing from my casual clothes, becoming A..... Seems fitting I should change in my car, removing my top, jeans and underwear... Slipping the body hugging dress over my head, wriggling into my thigh highs and strapping on my heels.... Make up in the mirror... Transformation complete..... I felt sick earlier today, stomach cramping sick.... But now I'm calm, I'm totally in the 'present', each step, each thought, focused... I enter the Hotel and go into the rest rooms... Shut the toilet door and take deep breathes... Eerily serene.... I know what I have to do, what I'm going to do.... I text F, 'I'm here'.... I mail You 'I'm going in'.... F is waiting by the lifts, smiling... A arrives, low cut dress revealing cleavage, I see him look... Small talk until We reach the room.... F travels in luxury.... Dim room, soft music, huge bed... I sit on the bed and take off my shoes, I have to lead with F..... I decide to turn, climb onto the bed... On my knees, shoulders to the covers.. Arse high... Face hiding in my hair and arms.... He follows joining me... His hands running over the smooth fabric of my dress, a thin barrier against my skin.. He can feel I've no panties on... His hands slip under the hem... Exploring slowly, carefully... I stay still, letting Him feel.. My thighs sliding apart... His fingers nudging at my slit.... I rock my hip a little to encourage, guiding his fingers to where I know I'm moist.... Sighing audibly as He finds my clit, fingers my cunt... His other hand reaches under, slides into my bra and squeezes my breast... I whine softly, body moving in His hands... I'm just still, He's feeling... He's slides the dress up to my waist and moves behind me... I arch my back so my cunt is revealed and He licks and kisses gently.... Two fingers easing into me.... I feel myself wetten... I'm relieved, my body hasn't let me down... He moves to undress and so do I, naked but in the same position.... He strokes and caresses until I push Him on His back on the bed... He's a big man, both in height and body... I have to reframe it in my head... I feel tiny against Him... I feel sad because He's a lovely man, yet I can't imagine when he last felt good about his body, when he last felt desirable.... So this becomes my mission... We kiss, He's a good kisser and I tell him.... I lean over his face, offering one nipple then the other... He suckles gently, almost feeding... It's erotic in its own way and I feel my arousal appear.... I whisper in his ear how I'm feeling.... I crawl down over his body, caressing and kissing.. Stroking his chest, his legs, his arms... Brushing my tits over his skin... My hair dragging over his flesh... I put love and desire in my fingers.... He's passive... I wonder if he's fallen asleep... I tell him to turn over and once his on his front I massage his back and bottom... Tits pressed into him, lips all over him... I stroke his ass crack, kissing, fingers kneading my buttocks.. I hear him whimper.... Moving up next to him, easing him back round... Kneeling beside him, lifting his hands to my tits... Then turning to his groin... He's a small man, cock buried in his balls.... My mouth works, nuzzling, licking, sucking him I it my mouth.. Tongue swirling under his foreskin, trying to tease him hard... When it doesn't happen instantly I move back to the kissing, and caressing... Then a sly glance to my watch tells me an hour has passed... Moving back to his cock, this time with purpose... Mouth drawing his shaft from where it hides in his scrotum .... Finger and thumb, jerking softly... Suckling, moaning as I hear his whimpers and feel him kind of harden... I know he's going to cum. And I have a vision on myself throwing up in the toilets on the way out... I block it quickly, I don't allow my thoughts to go there, but I pull my lips away as he cums, caressing the spunk over his cockhead with my thumb... I lie next to him, we're quiet for a while.... I ask him if he sees others, he says no-one since me... We chat for a while... I like him... Then I move and dress, he gets up and hands me a roll of notes... We chat a little more and I leave... I mail you.. 'Done'. Walk to the car, wipe off the make up that survived, change back into my everyday clothes.. I force myself not to count the money until I'm home... I hadn't discussed an amount but said I trusted him to decide the value... Phone calls from family as I drive, weaving back into 'that life'... Feeling high... Then tired, so tired, heavy sleep.... |
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pant pants
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6/12/2016 9:27 am |
so hot, and you going so far to make him feel good about himself really shows your dedication
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If this isn't an episode for an erotic novel, it should be. ...and if it is, we should meet and create a real-life chapter.  I'd prefer that it be real.  I could probably figure it out by reading the whole blog, but the combination of being both lazy and a bear of little brain argues against it. Brilliantly written. 
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Hi Dreamcatcher.... Thank you for your kind comments....my blog is my recordings of my real life encounters over the last few years..... Xxx
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Not many women get to be Belle de Jour. You write incredibly well, and you've apparently led a fascinating life (one I had hoped to incorporate into an idyllic interlude I imagined sharing, and briefly created elements of at one point). I guess we all kid ourselves one way or another. So many plans, so little time. *sigh* If you ever decide to turn this into a book or use it as the basis for a novel I expect it'll attract a good bit of favorable attention. Meanwhile it seems to be doing very nicely just as it is. 
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Smiles... Thank you... I do sometimes think this journey I've been on with 'Director' Guy would make a decent story... Maybe I'm waiting to see how the ending turns out!!!!! Xxxx
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" Tongue swirling under his foreskin, trying to tease him hard." That feels AMAZING. love foreskin play
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