Sienna's Place.

[Mwool]

I can do you water buffalo balls on toast.... OH NO, hang on.... I've run out of bread, sorry

No bread! What sort of catering establishment is this!?

Where in the world do you reside, right now?

Right now, I reside in Staffs.
Born in Liverpool.
Class home as Notts
Spend as much time as I can in Leicester with my good friends from uni.

I think that covers all of it.

We are pretty much county neighbours if your location is right.

 

[Susurration]

It's a small world, I used to go to the University of Leicester in the distant past.

 

[Sienna]

No bread! What sort of catering establishment is this!?



Right now, I reside in Staffs.
Born in Liverpool.
Class home as Notts
Spend as much time as I can in Leicester with my good friends from uni.

I think that covers all of it.

We are pretty much county neighbours if your location is right.

Yes, my location is correct Mwool. The area is officially known as High Peak

 

[Sienna]

http://www.highpeak.gov.uk/images/maps/profilemap.jpg

 

[Mwool]

It's a small world, I used to go to the University of Leicester in the distant past.

I was at DMU - played american football for the combined uni team though. Was fun times.

Yes, my location is correct Mwool. The area is officially known as High Peak

Ah I know there, kind of. I had an old colleague from near Whaley Bridge, and my old job used to service the high peak and further on to glossop chavs.

 

[Sienna]

Ah I know there, kind of. I had an old colleague from near Whaley Bridge, and my old job used to service the high peak and further on to glossop chavs.

Are you a Goth by any chance Mwool?

 

[Mwool]

Are you a Goth by any chance Mwool?

Not that I know of, I don't really put myself in any sort of category, why do you ask?

 

[Sienna]

Not that I know of, I don't really put myself in any sort of category, why do you ask?

I was just wondering if you were someones friend. The friend in question I met a few weeks ago in Sheffield at a certain Goth meet. But, obviously you are not I think

 

[Mwool]

Naw, it wasn't me. Haven't been anywhere near Sheffield for years.

If it was me, you probably wouldn't have overcome your emotional scarring just yet.

 

[Sienna]

Naw, it wasn't me. Haven't been anywhere near Sheffield for years.

If it was me, you probably wouldn't have overcome your emotional scarring just yet.

OK I trust it was not you. Why would I be emotionally scared ??

 

[Mwool]

Not scared! Scarred!

It was a joke anyway, I am very forgettable in actual fact. Like a pleasant day in the sun, you tend to enjoy the warmth and have a relaxing day, then in a week you forget what even happened or what day it was.

 

[Sienna]

Not scared! Scarred!

It was a joke anyway, I am very forgettable in actual fact. Like a pleasant day in the sun, you tend to enjoy the warmth and have a relaxing day, then in a week you forget what even happened or what day it was.

You sound like fun ... Yes, I like you

 

[Sienna]

The reasons why I asked Mwool those questions:

My Erotic Diary

Shen - My fantasy about Shen, that will never happen...

He is 38 years old and lived in the UK since he was 19, a student for five years in law studies. He isn't a lawyer by the way at the moment. His job is much more down to earth as a warehouse supervisor, regarding himself as a "people person". Apart from his really gorgeous looks, he has an awesome personality and his English is best described as 99% perfect.

I love those piercing blue Teutonic eyes of his and the golden blonde hair on both his head and chest. He keeps himself fit through both his work and regular exercise. An ideal healthy specimen of a man. And, I have invited him to LITEROTICA, although he prefers to e-mail rather than use a forum on a website. He is a gentleman in every sense of the word and yes, I like him lots.

However, Shen and I shall remain "plutonic" in our friendship and be "romantic" in the e-mails. And believe me, they are very expressive e-mails, and I have suggested he write romantic erotica. He is HOT, very HOT and sexy. The e-mails he has been sending over the weeks have gone from educating me into Gothic culture to romantic suggestions. I blame myself for telling him that he should try writing erotica for LITEROTICA and like most men, even though he is a gentleman, he is writing it to me personally now on almost a day to day basis. I am in a way pleased I did not exchange phone numbers. The only pictures he has of me are those he had taken on his mobile phone the night of the meeting in Sheffield.

There was a request he made, and me being sober, I declined. He wanted me to pose topless with my top open, like many other Goth ladies were doing. He explained that it was “cultural natural” and I replied politely and explained, neither I nor Jules were ready to be converts yet. We were guests of Scoots and that was all it was going to be.

The e-mails keep on coming. An invitation to join him for one evening alone was one of them, despite the fact that he knew I was married with children. I liked the idea of being invited and if I was still single I probably would take up his offer, if only to see him again. It would be a dream come true.

I would dress normal, nothing Gothic to show him that I was in no way willing to be converted. Being summer, I would wear my grey midi length skirt and matching jacket with white blouse, and white underwear, matching bra and thong with stay up stockings in tan, the most popular for skin colour like mine. In other words, I would be formal as if working at the office. This would give him the real me, who I am. And, I’m sure he would accept it.

We would meet at the city centre fountains as requested. And being small, I was sure he would recognise me first. People often do after meeting me for the first time. One of the few advantages of being small, looking like some teenager pretending to be grown up.

Shen would find me and probably offer me a black rose or something. A hug perhaps and gentle kiss on my lips or forehead, which would be closer out of respect and manners I have discovered. Then he would keep his promise and find an Italian bar, one that I would have suggested, and, certainly one that would not mind his fashion style without him standing out too much amongst the other customers. There were plenty in Sheffield like that. To be honest, there were lots of Goths, punks and emos in that city from what I guessed.
We would have a few drinks, chat about those e-mails and perhaps his aspirations, even though I knew what they were. In all, he wanted to experience sex with me. And, in all I would be willing to do like-wise. His presence would make me feel more and more warming towards him and the drinks would obviously begin to drop any barriers I had. In other words, without getting too drunk, he would win me over quite easily. After all, he was gorgeous and I was as curious about him of equal mind.

He described his apartment to me in his e-mails and I could not wait to see it. A one bedroom brand new apartment near the main city Midland station, secured from the outside roughish social night life of notorious anti social people that roamed the city streets. We arrived there and it was just has I imagined from his description. All white and stainless steel and glass table with black and red small cushions on both couches. They were material and straight away I realised, not the ideal material to make love on. If he had other lovers there, he did a good job of keeping things, shall we say, hidden, or maybe I was just conscious of what mess I would accidentally leave behind. The bedroom had to be the place, not the white carpeted floor.

He produced a fresh bottle of my favourite wine from the cupboard. Chilean Merlot, a smooth red wine that I would have already been drinking. I would have to decline in order to keep myself reasonably sober. If I was to be made love to, then I would want to feel it and remember everything clearly afterwards. I would only be there for one night only. One night was all I needed. There would be no intentions of building a relationship from this opportunity. Being single, there would be many other men to encounter. Being single, that would be my sex life until it could go on no more because of age and looks more than anything else. When the day came that no man or even woman found me desirable that would be the day I quit being, for the want of a better word, a slut.

I would move closer to him and remove the bottle of wine from his hand. Slowly I would open my blouse, button after button, watching his expression has I guided his hand onto my bra covered breast, letting him feel the hardness of my nipple within. That would bring him closer so that I could kiss him passionately as I continued to remove my blouse. Like almost every man, he would keep feeling my breasts, both hands searching out the perkiness they have caused. To end his exploring hands from struggling, still kissing him deeply, I would unfasten my bra and expose them to his fingers and tongue. Enjoy the feeling of his lips and tongue upon them in turn, has he bites and sucks upon them gently. The first move of my dream, and hopefully his.

What he wanted to photograph that night at the meeting was now his to caress and kiss. The feel of his actions making me so wet and tingly all over. I was getting ready to go further still, yet there was one thing I needed to see and feel first. Going down on my knees, restraining his arduous ambitions slowly, I wanted to feel how hard he was within his pants. The mystery of feeling it first by touch as I looked back up at him with a smile, that reassured him that all was not over yet. I have rarely been let down. His growing hardness would be waiting within his pants has I slowly unzipped them. Then I would release him, to admire his manhood, no matter what length or girth. To me this was his sexiest part, the way it was shaped, cut or uncut did not matter. The veins and smooth head and that faint earthy smell of cock which made me want to lick it from tip, down its shaft has I exposed his balls.

And, like always, I would look up at him and his expression of approval has I gently held his balls in one hand and slowly took his hardness into my mouth. At first, running my tongue around that smooth head, tasting him, and then my first deep throating swallow, hoping that he was not a quick cummer, by being over excited.

The time would come soon enough for him to give me what load he had, and later rather than sooner in my opinion. The next move was for him to taste me and the bedroom had to be the place. Sex on the bed was always better, having more room to try many positions and not forgetting how easy it was to clean up afterwards. If he had never had a woman that made love like me before, then I was going to give him something to remember me by. Real horny and if you like “dirty sex”. He wanted me so much in those e-mails, then he was going to get it.

I would get him totally naked on the bed. I would remain in thong and stockings has I deep throated him until I covered his hardness with my saliva, pleasantly choking until I could take no more. I would hear him moan out with pleasure, but control him. Again, not wanting him to cum too soon. The taste of precum hopefully giving me the sign I wanted. Something not easy after drinking and I hoped that his partially intoxicated state would help me. Deep throating makes most sober men cum fast and furious.

Allowing him to relax and recover, I would lay him completely horizontal. The time for him to taste me and let him know how turned on I was had come. I would straddle his face, first bearing down on his nose with my gusset letting him know that my scent was clearly part of my natural dampness. Beyond the material was my holiest of holies and it was all his to enjoy.

Pulling aside my thong I would let him explore my lips with his tongue, eventually guiding it towards my clitty and encouraging him to suck on her gently. It would not be too long before my moans and screams would tell him he was in the right place. Then, the orgasms begin. I would let him drink my juices as they flowed out into his open mouth, encouraging him to keep on going and going, releasing my sweet nectar each time I climaxed.

Not wanting to go to my ultimate limit quite so soon, I would force myself to restrain. Feeling his hardness deep inside of me was what I wanted next. I would want control too. My favourite position of all, riding him, deep and slow, watching his expressions and reading his breathing responses. This man, this gorgeous person was all mine to do what I wanted with, especially on this first occasion of sex in that one and only night.

Removing my thong I would guide him into me has I faced him. Placing his hands upon my breasts. I would take him in deep, fight against his thrusts until we were fucking at my pace. I would feel him inside, the head of his hardness touching my inner most sensitive spot so that I could enjoy the long slow orgasm, lubricating his upward thrusts, deep then shallow, keeping him inside and coating him with my cream, making that sweet aroma of sex around us that would excite us even more.

Then his time would come. No longer in control and ready to cum I would quickly position myself to stroke him to his orgasmic release, tasting his load as it came over my tongue, lips and most obviously my face. Something I most truly loved about sex. That moment of taking his seed, like giving my nectar to him. The ultimate act in my kind of love making.

The night would not end there. We were both meant to be night owls. So much alike in needing little sleep, especially at weekends, the time he chose to invite me. In that case I would test the stamina of this man all night if possible. More sex than he could ever imagine. Each time getting filthier and filthier. Truly and hopefully giving him the dirtiest sex he had hopefully experienced.

One would not need to be a Goth to experience their sexual extremes. I would be an all common everyday woman, who would satisfy his desires. That is, if this was possible.

Sienna

 

[Mwool]

You sound like fun ... Yes, I like you

Thank you I do try to be fun at most times.

The diary is a very nice fantasy of yours, every time I ever try to write anything, I can't do it seriously and it ends up as some sort of comedy story.

Ironically enough, I studied law at University as well by the way.

 

[Sienna]

Thank you I do try to be fun at most times.

The diary is a very nice fantasy of yours, every time I ever try to write anything, I can't do it seriously and it ends up as some sort of comedy story.

Ironically enough, I studied law at University as well by the way.

Thank you

I have a degree in psychology and love writing erotica and romance

I have been on this website 10 years and Lorraine is my sapphic lover along with Jules, who I meet in real regularly.

Tenderlily is our new hostess and she is cool...

So, Mwool. You are always welcome here

 

[Mwool]

You sound like fun ... Yes, I like you

Thank you

I have a degree in psychology and love writing erotica and romance

I have been on this website 10 years and Lorraine is my sapphic lover along with Jules, who I meet in real regularly.

Tenderlily is our new hostess and she is cool...

So, Mwool. You are always welcome here

Aw, well, thanks. It's always nice to feel welcome. I am gonna have to try the whole writing thing again someday, doubt it will end up being erotic, probably more comedy again, but hey. It's what I do.

 

[Sienna]

Aw, well, thanks. It's always nice to feel welcome. I am gonna have to try the whole writing thing again someday, doubt it will end up being erotic, probably more comedy again, but hey. It's what I do.

Comedy is good Mwool. If comedy is your thing, then go for it

 

[Mwool]

I keep meaning to go back to the novel I have been putting off and off some more for the past 3 years. I am way, way too fond of procrastination though!

 

[Sienna]

I think Lorraine and the others have either gone or lost in cyberspace

Here is a movie...

Enjoy

Stoned

 

[Mwool]

Just...the....two of us... uh uh just the two of us...

Sorry, I went a bit Will Smith then.

I am all about amateur threesomes and stuff, but there is something about stoned women going in slo mo which makes me feel a bit of pity for them. Dunno if I am just getting old or what!

 

[Miles Long]

Good evening Sienna. Are you livin' the dream tonight?

 

[Gaia_Lorraine]

I think Lorraine and the others have either gone or lost in cyberspace

Here is a movie...

Enjoy

Stoned

I'm here but in Fresher mode.

I went to watch the preview in London on Sunday and was taken aback by the re-arrangements, the new cast etc.
A standing ovation!

I'm watching it like a hawk, the Edfest begins today and the show is already booked up on monday next week.

My gut feeling is that the show will go mega.

I will report back over the coming weeks

 

[Miles Long]

I'm here but in Fresher mode.

I went to watch the preview in London on Sunday and was taken aback by the re-arrangements, the new cast etc.
A standing ovation!

I'm watching it like a hawk, the Edfest begins today and the show is already booked up on monday next week.

My gut feeling is that the show will go mega.

I will report back over the coming weeks

Hi Gaia, what is Fresher?

 

[Mwool]

Oh hi again Lorraine!

 

[Gaia_Lorraine]

Hi Gaia, what is Fresher?

Fresher is a musical, it won the Best New Musical Award at the Edinburgh Festival last year.

http://www.edfringe.com/whats-on/musicals-operas/fresher-the-musical