Sharing memories.

[Erotic69er]

This a thread for sharing intimate and pleasurable memories.
Most of us have had lots of varied sexual experiences, many memorable.
I often think of these and get aroused and waken up with a lovely big erection. What better way to start the day by gently edging and masterbating.
Please feel free to share yours and make comment.

 

[Erotic69er]

Anne

Anne. I often think of her with very fond memories. We were both at uni in Glasgow, she was from New Brunswick, a leggy blonde with a wild side which I loved.
She wore such short skirts and never or rarely wore a bra.
She had a boyfriend but It was the time of free love so there was safety in numbers.
We fucked on the first night of meeting. You could tell she was very experienced and randy. Her flat mate was hard at it in the adjoining bedroom when we got back to her flat. The next day I introduced her to the couple I lodges with Jane and Andrew. It wasn’t long before we were all at it like bunnies. Sharing was caring. Such wonderful times in the 70’s.

 

[Erotic69er]

Hi remember the smell of her perfume

I vividly remember the smell of Anne’s freshly washed hair. Chanel No5.
I remember us going to se Dr Zhivago at the cinema. We French kissed a lot. She took my hand and put it up her short skirt.
She wasn’t wearing any knickers. I gently finger fucked her gspot throughout. We lost count of the number of times she went from one orgasm to the next. She was always juicy. Her legs were like jelly when we came out.
We went back to her flat. She was desperate for me to go down on her. I remember her smelling and tasting like musky melon her pubes and inner thighs covered in her cum. Every time she was about to cum she gently pushed my face into her vulva. Such wonderful memories. I’ve got such a lovely hardon just thinking about it.
What are your best memories?

 

[Erotic69er]

It got me thinking.

I read a thread earlier this morning about sex in the kitchen.
We did it often in the kitchen at the window over the sink or on the kitchen table prior to us having our children.
The house rule at the weekend for my wife was no bra or panties on. I would often kiss her on the back of the neck as she was washing the dishes. Then I’d cup her lovely breasts in my hand and press my big hardon against her bum cheeks. The inevitable would happen, I’d lick a finger lift up he dress or short skirt, part her thighs and lightly run my finger from her mound of Venus to her wet juicy honeypot, part her cheeks and slide my cock deep into the wet warmth of her pussy. I never rushed, we would fuck for ages and then I’d fill her up.
Sometimes she would get up,on the table and I’d fuck her there, watching her boobs bounce in unison. Then it was usually time for some creampie.
I loved going down on her. Such lovely memories.

 

[Jada59]

Many of my stories are memories but here are a few more.

Him, stepping from the shower, hair still dripping. All warm and damp and sweet smelling. His aura surrounds me as we embrace and I feel myself melting into him.

Him cooking something special for me and waiting for me in the kitchen, eyes brightly shining as he presses the food to my lips for me to taste. This is love!

His eyes locking onto mine, melting my soul as I give myself fully to him.

Me, waking him gently by sliding my naked body down his and wrapping my lips and tongue around his cock.

Him, falling asleep on top of me, his cock and his hot cum still inside of me.

 

[Erotic69er]

Memories to treasurev

Out for a walk

I’ve always enjoyed long walks outdoors summer or winter.

I’ve lost track of all the many wonderful memories with my wife and girlfriends. I always took a rucksack with provisions and a small lightweight waterproof groundsheet.

We usually had sex in a secluded sheltered sunny spot or on a cold winters day a quickie in the woods. It’s lovely to be stripped off and fucking to the sound of nature be it by the sea or in a wooded spot sheltered from the wind. Memories to cherish and remember.