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looking4fun1408 said:
That made me laugh (in a nice non insulting way) !! :)
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I am Roman Catholic :) I can get away with things like that, because I can confess my sins on Sunday to a horny priest who keeps me in the confession box for over a hour while I read out my erotic diary to him ;)
 
Sienna said:
I am Roman Catholic :) I can get away with things like that, because I can confess my sins on Sunday to a horny priest who keeps me in the confession box for over a hour while I read out my erotic diary to him ;)
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As he tosses off beneath his robes ;):D
 
You must have fed the troll and they are checking up on you ;)

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garbage can said:
Sienna, that's one of the highest libidos I've ever seen.....:)

87.574....:eek: You must need it bad.

Wanna send me an RT ticket to London town?......................:kiss:
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I don't live in London Garby... I'm a UK hillybilly ;) Yawl!!
:D
 
Sienna said:
I am Roman Catholic :) I can get away with things like that, because I can confess my sins on Sunday to a horny priest who keeps me in the confession box for over a hour while I read out my erotic diary to him ;)
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Sienna, I know your erotic diary, very erotic and stimulating. Can you hear him playing with himself??.......:D
 
Sienna said:
Here is something to wet your appetite major ;)

My Erotic Diary
Real life experiences...Saturday Evening.

It was a choice. Look sexy for my husband or just remain casual as I have been all day. I decided upon remaining casual, because I did not want to appear to be making our time alone special. I wanted it to be natural in every way. I knew after spending time travelling and dealing with our children all day at an exhibition would probably make him weary and tired, and just in case he had forgotten or way laid the reasons he had come home, making the effort to look sexy might have been fruitless. I was not going to force sex upon him like a nymphomaniac on heat, although it had been a week since both of us had had sex, and I wanted it badly. I wanted him badly. Within the next twenty four hours I was going to be garnished with love from both him and Jules.

I thanked fast food restaurants that he was not hungry when he walked through the door and gave me a welcoming hug. The tell tale hint that he was horny and ready came with his deep passionate kisses. His hands clutched my buttocks through the denim of my jeans sending tingles up my spine. I was ready when he was, but in his time only.

I opened a bottle of merlot and poured two glasses as we sat at the kitchen table. I wanted to know how the children were and how he and they had enjoyed their day. And of course, what mood my sister Alex was in following our rift in communication caused by a family disagreement. Atleast she allowed my children to stay until Monday, when I would have to eventually confront her over the issues.

He was happy and told me how much he had missed me over the past hours and wished that I would have joined them. But, I needed the time on my own. A week ago I made him promise to do one thing for me when I began my period. I wanted him not to masturbate so that I could receive his full load whilst making love, as much of him as possible. He smiled and reassured me that he had done so and could not wait any longer. I remembered my promise in return, of which I nearly failed. He wanted me as raw as possible, natural, without the extra pretty trimmings and sexy dressing up. I was in my jeans and raggy t-shirt, no bra and just panties. I could not be any more casual than that.

I allowed him to take the lead as we switched off all communication from the outside world, not wanting to be disturbed. He took me to the leather couch, which we often used for making love on. This was not going to be the usual bedroom romp this time. The whole thing partly spontaneous, he had obviously been thinking about it all day and so had I. But, I was determined to let him play out his fantasy as we kissed gently beside each other. I listened to his dirty talk in my ear which I will admit, I loved. It turned me on so much as his fingers rubbed against the crotch of my jeans. He had found the zipper and slowly ran it down; placing his hand inside, seeking out how damp I was with his fingers. He seemed pleased when he put his fingers to his nostrils and took a deep breath. Could I not be any more natural than that? He worshipped my sex and always had.

He knelt beside my legs, urging me to sit on the edge of the couch. He began to open my belt and gently he pulled down my jeans to my knees, taking further deep breaths of my natural essence that lingered on my panties. He smiled back at me in that teasing way he had, taking his time to slide down my panties revealing just my pubic mound of scanty hair. That was all he wanted for the moment. My legs held together by my jeans and panties securely around my knees while he licked his tongue between my thighs, sending even more tingles through me. He knew my erogenous zones quite well and used them to excite me with his licks and kisses, and this time he had hit a really sensitive spot. One sweep of his tongue touched both tops of my thighs. He was just centimetres away from my clitoris, hidden beyond the flesh of my labia, which began to swell with desire as more of my juices flowed deep within me.

He stood up and removed his pants and shorts as I watched. I could see how hard he had become as his cock sprung out between the bottoms of his white shirt. Like all well endowed men, the weight made it almost horizontal as if pointing at me, telling me to be aware. At one time his hardness would point upwards quite easily when aroused, but age was now paying its toll on his firmness. I was warned that one day that it would happen. He was in his forties and things happen to men that way. I counted myself lucky that he still satisfied and nothing mattered as long as we could both enjoy the sex.

He was going to remove my jeans and panties. I had my own ideas and stopped him. He knew what I wanted as he straddled my thighs, allowing me to sit up on the cold leather couch. I wanted to tease his manhood gently and softly with my tongue and feel it in my hands as I stroked it. It was throbbing and tight as I pulled back the foreskin and his testicles hung supreme between his thighs, holding that precious cream of his that I wanted so badly. Whilst my tongue tasted his glans, running circles around it, I felt his twitch, urging me to go further. There was no place for words, just his soft moans of pleasure as I slowly took his veiny manhood into my mouth and throat, feeling it pulsing against my tongue. I sucked in air as I gagged on him. That always makes him quiver each time I do it and I could taste his precum as I swallowed, leaving my saliva on him.

I wondered what the chances were of bringing him off and letting him recover later. This was what I really wanted, but he often relaxes and sleeps afterwards with contentment. I never looked upon that as selfishness. It was the way things were. I wished that he was one of the few men who say that they can experience multiple orgasms. I’m not complaining.

I continued to stroke and deep throat him as his hips jerked, his moans getting louder. We were alone, it did not matter. The more I took him into my throat the more I coated his gorgeous manhood with my saliva, which made it easier to move my head faster, following his demanding jerks. Then the moment was about to happen. He roughly took my head and held it. Again, I did not mind. He was having an orgasm and I could feel the warm fresh spunk hitting the back of my throat. I quickly released him before I choked, allowing more of his streams of cum to dribble over my lips and tongue, then onto my t-shirt that I was still wearing. He had not yet wanted my breasts; they were not a main issue to him. He was technically not a breast man and never had been in all the years I had known him.

He used the word “fuck” continuously as I licked him clean, which told me that he had indeed been relieved to have cum. And there were lots of it. A promise kept I thought. He began to relax and so did his cock. Funny how you begin to feel the weight of such a thing once the muscles within it relax. It always gave me the impression that the tension of a hard on was painful for a man? Apparently not.

I sat back on the couch and kicked off my trainers. Yes, it was not over yet and I needed him to fuck me crazy somehow. He complied by removing my jeans and panties as I lifted off the spunk stained t-shirt. I let him see what he had done to me as I raised my legs and parted my thighs. I was creamy and sticky and oozing love juice. I took some on my fingers and let him taste it as he removed his shirt. There was more for the taking and all he had to do was lick me clean and make more.

Without hesitation he began to feast on my juices. I could feel his tongue lapping up and down my inner lips and around my clitty, sending those sharp tingling waves up and down my spine and to the ends of my toes. I was ready to cum and so I gently held his head in place, using my finger to guide him to that certain spot peeping from its hood like a pink button. He sucked on it gently, knowing exactly what I wanted as my body went into full spasm. Instant orgasm, wild and furious, and so much pleasure. I released my liquid love in one long gush as I felt him drink it, consuming as much as he could take. The rest dribbled between my buttocks and onto the cold leather of the couch. The reason why we only made love on that one couch. It was so easy to clean and keep clean.

His lapping continued, spreading my lips wide and I could feel the cold of the air inside of me. I was wide open, making it easy for him to lick deep inside with help of one finger. The orgasm had tightened my vagina muscle and now it had expanded in reflex. This was the right moment to enter with a cock, a toy or even a fisting attempt. But, still he was flaccid and needed to be aroused again. That certain aroma of one’s sex had been licked away, and the only remnants remained on his face and my fingers.

Slowly he began to use his tongue on my pubic mound, then upwards around my belly button, yet another one my erogenous zones, but this time a kind of ticklish one which made me giggle. He teased me, sucking, biting and kissing the skin around it playfully. Then I pointed to my nipple, raised and waiting to be sucked and kissed also. There was no need for words. He immediately began to kiss both breasts and nipples in turn, gently tugging them with his teeth which started those tingles through my body once more. I did not let him stop. I held his head on them and urged him to continue as I used my fingers to twist the other not being pleasured by him. I was becoming excited again; those nice tingly feelings in my groin, letting me know that whenever he was ready, I was too. More oral sex or full penetration, it did not matter.

I could feel him getting harder. My luck was now in. He would enter me and it would take him longer to cum. Has he kissed and caressed my nipples, I stroked him harder, still feeling that stickiness on his shaft. He was in the right place for me to pat it against my open lips and eventually urge him in. I was wide still and there were no problems getting his semi hardness inside of me, all he needed to do was push, and that he did, like many times before after oral sex when I had released him.

I played a game with him now he was inside. I pretended to fall asleep, contracting my vagina tight around him. He would tickle me until I gave up replying to his passionate kisses and feeling him push slowly in and out until he became harder. Each thrust would begin to touch my sensitive spot, arousing me more and more until my moans encouraged him to move faster. Once more he was solid and hard. Once more he remembered to thrust shallow and not too deep inside of me so that I could feel his glans on that spot which made me cum so readily. I wanted lots of orgasms. And with his help, I would have them.

He kept up that thrusting, his cock filling me up and expanding my tightness against his girth. With help from my fingers I could raise one climax after another in a wild sensation of pure sexual pleasure. The more I moaned the more he became excited knowing that he was pleasing me with his actions and dirty talk. It seemed that my body was willing to take more and more before I reached that ultimate orgasmic threshold. I was surprised, being so horny. Nature was on my side and allowed me atleast six or seven climaxes before I could take no more and still he had not cum a second time. His excitement was riding high, but he understood when I crumbled into a ball of quivering flesh. It just needed a few moments for me to settle down and relax. Already the couch was flooded by my releases. It would be true to say I had been satisfied at that point. But, my man was wanting to cum once more.

I decided to blow him once I regained my senses. A few strokes and he had cum, enough to fill my tongue and swallow it with pleasure. He seemed to be more appreciative of his second orgasm. He was more relaxed than the first and it made him more romantic as he swept me off my feet and carried me upstairs to our bedroom.

And there we lay in spoons, cuddling up to each other. The time had passed and he was contented, a long day and sex to finish had made him tired. I love him so much...
Sienna :heart:
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Sienna,

I have read this story 3 times and I get a hardon EVERYTIME!!!

I think of your cute petite body and my cock goes wild!!!

(Having trouble getting on the ACN site. I will try later. Thanks)
 
Sienna said:
You crept right into my naughteee mind on that one cowboy ;) :kiss:

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Instead, they RAM me... or atleast the shepherds do or did ;)

:D:D
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As shepherds toss their cocks by night... ah yes a wonderful reminder of Santa's presents :)
 
Sienna said:
I don't live in London Garby... I'm a UK hillybilly ;) Yawl!!
:D
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I can only fly in to London or Manchester....

I didn't know they had hillybillys in the UK...:)

Do all UK hillybillys have libidos higher than 87+.............?
 
Gaia_Lorraine said:
If she had a dick she would be shagging sheep ;):D
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I heard a complaint from a Kiwi gal, that the Kiwi men prefer sheep.

Something to do with not needing foreplay, not having to eat pussy and cumming and running.

Not sure if the Brit boys are like that....:D:D
 
garbage can said:
I heard a complaint from a Kiwi gal, that the Kiwi men prefer sheep.

Something to do with not needing foreplay, not having to eat pussy and cumming and running.

Not sure if the Brit boys are like that....:D:D
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It's a well used joke here, especially with the Welsh :)
 
Sienna said:
You crept right into my naughteee mind on that one cowboy ;) :kiss:

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Instead, they RAM me... or atleast the shepherds do or did ;)

:D:D
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I love the way your mind works.....


If shepards got to RAM you, Sienna, I'll sharpen up my staff...
 
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