Fifty Shades of Hype?

So it finally arrives in the UK amidst a double D cup of hype.

But is it worth it?

Not according to this scathing review in the metro.

http://metro.co.uk/2015/02/12/the-worst-movie-ive-ever-seen-australian-tv-presenter-lisa-wilkinson-really-isnt-holding-back-about-fifty-shades-of-grey-5060936/

Personally I found the books so badly written that I only managed the first two chapters.

I even fast forwarded to a few of the “good” bits and they were a bit of a yawn too.

Where she loses her virginity as an example, there’s no intimacy or romance and its all over without any real detail.

This morning I watched the two stars being interviewed on the BBC breakfast show. He seems like a decent, articulate guy but she seems as dippy and out of touch as I imagine her character to be.

Anyway, I had some time before I had to hit the road and did a quick search and found an extract of the steamy pars within a few clicks.

Nothing particularly outrageous or explicit there and that’s fine with me … And possibly a measure of what I consider normal.

What’s disappointing is that the scenes seem to be so short, a glimpse rather than enough to tantalise and give any excitement.

Now that is disappointing after all the hype.

But I’ll probably go see the full movie anyway.

So in that case, whether the film is a dud or not the hype works.

Probably because we all like a bit of soft, a look at how the other half live and an opportunity to compare our own sexual antics

When the books became popular, a friend of mines wife had a new lease of life, it’s put the spark back in their relationship.

I didn’t ask but I wondered was their relationship that lame before?

If this helps put a little excitement in someone’s life, possibly save a few relationships then that can only be a good thing.

The Platform Lovers – Weird?

Charles started up the laptop .. who would be tonight’s entertainment?

Carla or Geraldine?

Why not both .. he thought, clicking on the .mov files of both of women, then undoing his belt, unbuttoning his fly and pulling his jeans down to his ankles.

He smiled to himself, tonight had went well with Carol Ann and he was meeting Monica for lunch tomorrow, maybe this time next week he’d have a couple of new movies in his collection.

He was already stiffening as both movies opened, then arranged them on the screen so that he could watch them simultaneously.

The Platform Lovers – Fantasies?

Charles liked looking at Geraldine,  there was just something about her womanly body that really worked for him.

That’s why he had hired her,  that and in their initial interview he had consciously picked up on her willingness to please.

That’s the thing about guys like Charles,  underneath the charming exterior,  they are control freaks,  they can’t handle a strong-willed, determined, independent woman,   who won’t put up with their bullshit,  they only want women who are subservient to them.

The Platform Lovers – 20 – Brains!

Alex, paused for a moment, imagining what he would do with Fiona when he got to hers later. Would he be nice and gentle,, would he ravage her or would he blindfold her and tie her hands together then play with her?

He enjoyed having someone so willing to please him, but he knew that Fiona only let him play with her because she knew that he liked to pleasure her, that he enjoyed having that power over her and that he would never hurt her.

They had spoken about it previously, lying in bed together. She said that he seemed comfortable to talk about sex rather than his emotions. They’d agreed that there must be some clever reverse psychology involved, she enjoyed being tied up and completely at his mercy, he enjoyed tying her up, but instead of using her he would tease her and pleasure her, making her come repeatedly then fuck her gently until they came together.

Sometimes, like the last time that she came to his, it was just a basic need, he called her because he was free and he was hoping she was. He liked her as a person and enjoyed her company but he wasn’t looking for a relationship, he just enjoyed having someone to fuck now and then who seemed to enjoy it as much as he did.

He smiled as the image of her invaded his thought for a moment and decided that he’d take along his some silk ties and a blindfold, but whether he used them or not he’d decide at the time. He might even let her decide, no scratch that, this is going to be about me.

The ping of the text snapped him out of his daydream and he switched off his personal phone, picked up his work mobile. Read the message from Monica and got back on the clock. All the preliminary work was done, the equipment was double-checked for readiness, backups were charged and ready and he’d called in two operational assistants to perform the physical monitoring process.

It was important that he wasn’t on the site and that Monica didn’t know the assistants, there had to be no risk of eye contact, nothing to taint the evidence, Charles had to walk into this of his own free will and compromise his position without outright entrapment on their part, they just had to be there to capture it.

He had met Monica earlier, a brief meeting in Central Station where he passed her a HD pinhole camera which she would wear as a pin on the label of her coat. The recording equipment would sit in her inside pocket and was barely larger than the micro-sd card on which it recorded everything in front of her in full 1080p video and audio.

He also gave her a duplicate phone, this one was slightly altered to provide remote audio for the operational team to ensure they caught action on audio as well as the video.

Monica’s had used the equipment on many occasion and knew how to use them to best advantage, she was glad that he did the technical side and agreed that she should text him the details of their lunch “date” when Charles had arranged it.

“We’re meeting at 1pm, he’s picking me up around the corner from the office and we are going for lunch at Mar Hall, let me know you are there and that there aren’t any issues”

So that was the location, Alex had heard of the place but had never been there, but checking it online told him everything he needed to know, expensive, discreet and a good 15 minute drive outside the city in the opposite direction to where Charles lived, he was obviously doing his best to make sure that there was no-one there that knew him.

Alex called the operators Billy and Susanne to let them know the location and to book a table and be in location for 12:30. He didn’t need to tell them to dress appropriately, he’d already briefed them that Charles was out to impress and they knew that they would have to be dressed smart casual for the day.

Billy and Susanne had already studied photographs of Monica and knew that she would be wearing a red coat, so picking up the target would be simple.

Alex liked to maintain a separation between Monica and the operational team, it was something he had picked up on in his time in the services where everything was on a need to know basis and Monica didn’t need to know.

He sent Monica a text “All set, text me if there are any late developments and call me when you’re clear”

Then he turned on the kettle and thought how much he would love to fuck her brains out, whether that was professional or not.

The Platform Lovers – 19 – Big!

19 – Big!

Fiona sat at her desk thinking of him and the last time they fucked, thinking of him always made her wet and her pussy ached for him causing her to push her thighs together, squeezing the lips of her labia causing a little bit of pressure to be applied to her clit and appeasing her need to be touched a little .. but just a little.

She thought of his rugged face and his naked manliness. He was taller than her but only by an inch or two, but much broader in the chest and narrow in the waist, the way a man should be.

Her friends often referred to her as “big” which she hated, it made her feel like a heifer, just because she was taller than them didn’t mean that she was any less of a woman and she always cringed when someone referred to her as “Big” in public.

She only rarely wore heels because of it, except for when she was with him, he said that he liked her being tall and he liked that she was as tall as him with her heels on, he said that she looked fantastic particularly when she wore a dress to go with her heels as it showed off her shapely figure rather than her usual jeans and flat shoes.

She liked that about him, he just told it exactly as he saw it, there was a serene solemnity about him and she knew that he wasn’t flattering her or giving her bullshit. She didn’t think he ever lied, there was something about him that said this is how it is, this is how I am, I tell it as it is and if you don’t like it then tough.

The surprising thing was that you couldn’t tell looking at him, but he was the undoubtedly the sexiest horniest man she had ever met, he was subtle, but firm, he had the most delicate touch and was strong, hard and fast when she needed it.

She’d fucked better looking guys, lots of them, you don’t get to be single in this city for so long and not meet your fair share of liars, cheats and chancers. Guys who tell you anything to get you naked and sometimes you go along with that because it feels right at the time and you have your needs too. So sometimes you go play along even although you know its bullshit.

But he had something about him, an intense look in his eye that she knew he was genuine, then he’d laugh and compliment her saying that he wanted nothing from her and if nothing came from their relationship he at least wanted her to value herself more than she did.

She liked that about him, he seemed to sense her low self-esteem even although she had never discussed it.

She knew roughly when Alex would arrive but no definite ETA, just that he would be over whenever he had finished with his work-related duties and she knew he was working on a case although he would never discussed it.

She sent him a text “How would sir like me to greet you? Xxx”

Fiona wasn’t expecting a reply so she was surprised when it arrived within moments .

“Your door open, you lying naked on the bed, your pussy trimmed, your hands above your head and your legs wide open. Don’t open your eyes or say a word when I arrive, you’ll know its me. I’ll text when I’m on my way. Xxx”

To be continued ….

Part 21 – Perfect Man Or Problem Child?

What do you do when you love someone but you don’t want to tell them?

Maybe you should ask yourself why you don’t want to tell them?

My reasons are simple and complex. I’m scared. It’s as simple as that.

I am scared that although we have deep feelings for each other that he won’t be here forever and I don’t want to commit to something that may not last.

Don’t get me wrong, I’m very happy and we are so close and support each other in all that we do. Those worries I had in the early days about getting in too deep, too soon have long gone.

He’s attractive, kind and caring, very generous and without doubt, the sexiest, horniest man I have ever known. Not just in what we do but how he makes me feel.

As someone on his blog said ‘he’s the campest red-blooded alpha male they know!

Interesting comment and quite accurate too. I have no idea who that woman is, he says it’s someone that he used to go out with. She obviously knows him pretty well.

I’ve never asked him about her, its none of my business, I don’t want to know, but being camp and alpha-blooded are barely consistent and so very him. She obviously knows him much deeper than surface level and has passed through those early days where you don’t completely show yourself until you are confident in the other person accepting you for what you are.

Of course, we’ve discussed it, laughed about it, he knows that’s what he’s like, totally male, hard on the outside and soft on the inside, but in touch with his feminine side.

His camp side is just for laughs and I know how confident he is in his own masculinity that he doesn’t really care what people think and if anything enjoys playing up to their insecurities.

He’s very comfortable in his own skin, I really like that about him, even although he says he wasn’t always like that and was so insecure when he was growing up and never really been the most self-confident person especially where meeting women are concerned. I don’t really understand that, but he says he’s shy until he gets to know someone.

Shy? Who’s he kidding!

He’s confident., outgoing, He’s been gregarious with my friends and when I’m with him I feel free. I can do or say anything and I know he will respond and go along with it for fun.

In the bedroom, he’s soft but dominant, he likes to take control, but loves to give pleasure. We’ve played out some of our fantasies recently and I’m enjoying what we do and trust him completely as I know that he’d never hurt me.

It’s the same outside the bedroom, I always feel safe when I’m with him, I know he’d put himself in harms way for me, he’s done so on one occasion in a club when a mass brawl broke out. He pulled me away from the trouble, put himself in between and got me out of there as soon as possible. I just know that he wouldn’t let anything happen to me while I was around.

I trust him completely and I feel secure in our relationship and I know that he’s not looking to meet anyone else and neither am I.

So my issues aren’t with him at all, Its that relationships at our age just aren’t as simple as when we were young and I just don’t see how it can work, I really don’t.

As he’s got to know my kids, there have been lots of issues, at various points one likes him and the others don’t or one doesn’t and the others do, I’ve had them complain about me spending too much time away from them, even when I’m away with work or have a night out with the girls, its as if they blame him for taking me away from them.

I’ve sat down with the boys, reassured them, told them that no-one would ever take the place of their dad, that he doesn’t want to be their dad as he has kids of his own. They see how well he does with younger daughter who lives with him and they’ve met on many occasions. They even like his son who they met a few times and how close they are as a family.

He is getting on great with David and Max, playing football with Max on occasion or talking to David about music and even jamming together on the guitar and piano. David can be hard work at times, he’s deliberately caused trouble, been provocative, trying to wind him up. I know how difficult it must be for him to retain his composure and bite his tongue. But he has.

The closest it has came to getting physical was when David lost it one day and was pushing me around letting me know that he was bigger and stronger than me and could beat be if it became physical, which it didn’t, not really. But I was really upset and called him about it, when he arrived later he asked David to come outside. Now David is a big lad, plays rugby for the school, but his face went white as he’s not used to anyone challenging him physically.

He asked me to come outside too, then tore a strip off David telling him in no uncertain terms that he does not push his mother around period. There was a steelness about him, a coldness in his eyes, he wasn’t arguing. No debate. “You don’t push your mum around or speak to her like that again ever”

David apologised and it’s never happened again since. In fact, he’s been a good boy. They’ve actually got on better since then and it seems to have cleared the air between them. He’s even let David drive his car and offered to teach him to drive. I’m sure that they will get closer as they have more in common than they know.

But the biggest problem is Jamie. If only it was middle-child syndrome, we could understand that, accept it and know it would blow over. But he’s disruptive in class, constantly getting in trouble and always cheeky and often aggressive. He never listens to anything and if he does appear to listen then he seems to forget and repeat the same mistakes.

I worry about Jamie, I know he is different, not as academic as David or Max, he doesn’t seem to be able to remember anything he’s told accept when it suits him. He’s destructive, attention seeking and if he doesn’t get what he wants he gets nasty and throws a temper tantrum. Then cries and says that he misses his dad.

I know this is emotional blackmail, that he’s doing anything to get attention. But I feel guilty for leaving them when I do, for splitting my time between them and the new man in my life.

Things have got so bad between the two of them that there is open contempt from Jamie, either being rude or ignoring him. He says that he is my problem child, but I shouldn’t worry about him academically as Jamie is so self-interested that he will do what it takes to get what he wants. The only problem that he’s likely to end up in prison.

The scary thing is I agree with him, I just don’t know how I can change things. Jamie says that he just wants everything to be back to normal.

Normal? What does he mean by normal? Oh what it was like before I started having a bit of a life and stayed in every night, running after them, except for the odd night out once a month with Lynn and I was miserable and I felt empty inside. Never mind being constantly frustrated.

Even David will admit that I’m so much happier now. That I’m more balanced and content and it shows.

But on the other hand lying in bed together the other night, he said that he is struggling to like Jamie, that he thinks that he is just a nasty ignorant selfish boy. I can tell that he is starting to minimise any contact with him. I can understand that, who would want to be abused every time they come to mine and not be able to answer back?

So things can’t go on the way they are, I need to try and get help for Jamie, spend more time with him, help him to try harder at school. Possibly get him referred to a child-psychologist.

So what do I do? Lose the man I love or give up on my problem child?

There can only be one winner.

Part 19 – More Please!

Fuck. That feels so good!!

How does he do that?

It’s as if he makes me cum from the inside and the outside at the same time.

He says that it’s something that he thought about at an early age. He wondered how he could stimulate his girlfriend’s clit, at the same time as he enjoyed himself with penetration.

He says that he has been doing this for as long as he can remember having sex but he has recently looked it up online and it’s called coital alignment or some other fancy term, although I think it’s really just the missionary position with bells on.

( Should that be knobs on – Ed )

So what’s so different? I guess that it’s the technique but what I feel is the effect. I’ve always quite enjoyed missionary. I like the closeness and being able to look into my partners eyes when he orgasms.

Buts if I’m honest, it’s never really hit the spot for me. Don’t get me wrong, I’ve always enjoyed it, but never reached a climax like this and always needed other stimulation, touching myself or oral, but this is so wonderfully different.

He’s a big boy. When he fucks me hard it almost hurts. Well it does hurt. A delicious combination of pleasure and pain. At times I feel as if he could burst through me, particularly when I’m face down and he’s fucking me hard from behind.

But that’s very rarely or when I ask him to. Most of the time he’s a puppy dog and only too willing to please. I love it when he goes down on me, making sure that I come before he does. Why don’t other guys get that? That they get more fun if they please their partner first?

This is so different, from when previous partners fucked me, he seems to fill me up, but withdraw slightly, just enough that when he is inside the shaft of his cock is pushing against my clit and when he pulls it out and the length if his cock rubs against me and the feeling is incredibly intense. Then as he thrusts it back inside its mind blowing.

Tonight, completely powerless, I was loving how he was teasing me, touching me, kissing me, sucking my nipples and licking my clit. But I wanted to feel him inside me, stretching me. I was actually begging him to fuck me.

He did, but only after he’d made me come twice, fingering me and licking me, each orgasm rushing over me like a wave as my body spasmed and shook with his touch.

When he kissed me, I could taste my cum on his lips, that sweet taste is like nothing else. He says he loves it and loves how wet I get and that’s even before he has fucked me. Those slow, deliberate thrusts, holding his body above me on his arms as he pushes himself inside me.

Then short stroking me, deep inside but pulling out just an inch or two as his shaft rubs against my clit. I can feel myself getting closer and pushing my hips up to meet his. Our breathing getting shorter and I can feel him actually get just a little bit bigger in those last few thrusts before he comes inside me, thrusting harder, uncontrollably, his back arching above me, as his eyes close and we come together.

Then he’s beside me, kissing me and holding me. Breathless but smiling.

Thinking of it now, is making me ache somewhere inside, a dull deep ache and I’m wanting to be touched, I try to push my thighs together, trying to make the ache go away, but I can’t, the restraints won’t allow me.

So for now we’re kissing but I want more. Please.

Part 18 – All Mine!

I can’t believe how good this feels,  she makes me feel that I could fly. No wings required as my being soars into the stratosphere

At this moment the blood,  or more specifically the endorphines and dopamines are bouncing around my head.   Those little molecules of pleasure that we unknowingly crave,  that without modern science we wouldn’t even know existed.

It’s a drug,  not the hormones, not that euphoric feeling when your back arches and your eyes roll over.

It’s the feeling of closeness,  that for that time there is nothing else happening in the world and no one else matters.

She lies there smiling and flushed beside me,  just a moment ago,  she was beneath me.

The pale skin of her neck and chest glowing where the corpuscles have opened letting blood flow to her skin to help her cool down.  But it’s not working.

Her smile is wide,  her hair slightly matted as it falls across her face and she blows a strand away.   I take the hint and push it away for her.

In a passing thought,  I wonder why she needs to cool down. When it was me doing all the work.

But then,  movement of any sort would be a little difficult in her current predicament.

“That was fantastic”. She says. Breathlessly.

“Yes it was”.  I smile and kiss her gently on the lips,   remembering how her body arched repeatedly as I pleasured her earlier.

Earlier .. but I can’t tell you how long ago as I’ve lost my sense of time.

I had been playing with her,  touching her,  kissing her all over,  teasing her then withdrawing,  refusing her the relief of climax that she wanted so badly.

On second thoughts,  her abdominals and thigh muscles had been working pretty hard and she had every right to look as breathless as I felt.

She was hardly an active participant,  but on reflection  it was partly her passive participation that made this so enjoyable.

We’d played a few games recently,  nothing more than a bit of fun really,  it had started when she had told me that’s she liked me holding her hands in position and then withdrawing them.   I liked that she always kept them where I’d left them,  or should I say placed them?

Usually it was above her head as she lay on the bed,  thrusting her pelvis into my face as I went down on her.   Occasionally it would be above her head against the wall as she stood in front of the mirror and I was behind her or to the side of her,  touching and teasing then fucking her against the wall.   My personal favourite was when she was face down,   her hands behind her back,  metaphorically tied.

Metaphorically tied ..

Do you like that?

I like that .. she could move her hands at any time .. but she chose not to .. how sexy is that?    Control and freedom at the same time.

Tonight was different,   tonight we changed the game,  toughened it up, tightened the controls and lost the freedom,  but there had to be trust.

Last weekend,  as we lay entwined in our post-coital haze,  drinking tea, listening to some chill-out mix,  Beth Gibbons singing All Mine,  so cool and haunting,  the line about being tethered and tied seemed to have some deeper meaning and she told me that she would like to try this for real.    She wanted to feel powerless and controlled and that she trusted me that I wouldn’t hurt her.

She knew that I was a gentle man  that pain wasn’t my style,  why would it be when you can give so much pleasure?

I’m a guy,  I get my pleasure anyway,  but that’s far  too easy,   pleasing my partner is what does it for me,  so how could I refuse an invitation like this?

An invitation or a command?   Is she passively controlling me?    Maybe but I don’t really care!!

So we looked online and had a good giggle at some of the stuff that’s available out there,   you wouldn’t believe some of it and you wonder what people get up to and what it takes for them to get their rocks off.

But serious mode,  seriously figuring out where we both wanted to play,  what was our level?     What served its function without being excessive.

We’d ordered online and had it delivered to my address,  we both have kids,  but her boys are likely to open the packaging, where as my daughter wouldn’t even be interested at another package arriving.

When I called her on the Thursday night she was excited and scared,  me too,  a strange but natural combination and it would only intensify before the weekend and we put planning into practice.

We had met in town earlier,  she’d came in on the train and I took the car,  a Peroni for me and a few cocktails for her,  dinner in Browns,  giggling like kids about the toys and games we had ahead.

Home, but no rush,  Santa had already been, but she didn’t know that I had already been busy.   I’d opened the box and made all the preparations.

Tea or wine?   Dumb question really.   The wine wins.  Prosecco and piano.   Kissing, singing,  playing it slow,  she still doesn’t know.

So I take her upstairs,  into the master bedroom,  it’s exactly as it should be,  nothing to see there.

Nothing except the box,  sitting on the bed,  I let her open it,  but it’s empty.  She looks at me surprised.

I say nothing,  but take her by the hand to the spare bedroom,  where I have been busy.

She looks pleasantly surprised as I open the door and the candles light up the room.  Flickering,  the restraints on the bed dark against the white sheets.

I lead her to the foot of the bed, she’s smiling and looking round the room but hasn’t said a word.

“What do you think?”  I ask her,  hoping  that she won’t woose out so close to the moment we’d looked forward to.

“You have been busy,  you kept that quiet”

“I wanted to surprise you”

“You certainly did that”  She says as she kisses me hard on the lips.

We stand there kissing for a minute or two,  I can feel myself stiffen against her,   my hands are on her neck and back, as I search for the zip at the back of her dress.

She feels  what I’m doing and makes it easy for me,  undoing the clip and the first few inches of the zip,   then turns and puts her arms to her side as I unzip her and let the dress fall to the floor.

I push away her hair and kiss her neck, as she turns to face me,  kissing harder and unclipping her bra with one hand,  she always smiles at that,  she says I’m too good.    I’ve had lots of practice.

As we had agreed in our late night phone calls,  she is now wearing just a black silk thong and black sheer hold-ups,   stockings are fun but too much fuss and tonight I don’t want anything getting in the way.

I take her by the hand and she climbs on to the bed,   not a word is spoken as she lies down flat on her back,  she moves herself  to the centre of the bed, points her toes towards the bottom and almost ceremoniously opens her arms and moves her hands towards the restraints.

She looks like some submissive angel.  Her face is a picture of calmness and serenity,  head straight,  arms wide,  but her eyes following my every move.

I can see from her expression that she is enjoying the game,  enjoying me playing with her,  knowing she will be pleased at every step along the way.

I kiss her gently,  affectionately,  holding my weight with my left hand as I run my right from her thigh to her breast,  cupping it in my hand and squeezing then leaning over to kiss and tease each nipple for just a moment.   Just enough to make them hard and erect.

Sitting back up,  I take her left hand in mine and clip it into the soft velvet restraint and fasten the Velcro tightly around it,  but not too tightly,  this is abour restraint,  pleasure not pain.   Her face is impassive as she watches my every move, does not move an inch.

Our eyes are locked as I walk around to the other side of the bed and lock her other hand in position.

“You look amazing” I tell her, “So very very sexy”

“Thank you,  we like to please”

“Oh you are doing that”

I stand at the foot of the bed,   and rip my shirt open,  she laughs out loudly.   I’m glad she did as I had planned that deliberately ..  For fun,  to lighten the moment.   Its a pastiche of some porn movie and done just for a laughs,   It was to remind ourselves that its a just a game,  its not to be taken too seriously.  I’m glad it worked.     The shirts is on poppers so no damage done.

I strip to my boxers,  my favourite tight white lyrca boxers,  supportive and hold the shape,  dropping all my clothes were they fall and lie beside her,  making sure that I don’t lean heavily on her arm,  kissing her then stroking her body, she is so aroused that she almost rises towards my fingers as I run them gently over her body.

I move between her legs,  straddling her,  pushing her breasts together and kissing and sucking each of her nipples in turn.  Trying to get both in my mouth at the same time.    Her breathing is changing, deeply now and I am enjoying the affect I’m having on her.

I slide down the bed,  kissing her tummy,  for a moment I stop and suck her through the matieral of her panties.  Then kneel up,  making sure I have her attention then tugging her thong down her thighs,  she lifts her bottom of the bed,  holding my gaze,

I always love this moment.  Always have.   Its the moment of truth where the Get-Out-Of-Jail card can be played or its Green lights all the way!

I gently open her legs and kiss her gently,  just a little,  the deftest touch of my tongue just to taste and let her know whats ahead.

She leaves her legs where I’ve placed them as I climb off the bed,   neither of us speaking,  but I can feel the slight tremble of excitement as I lift each of her ankles and clip it  into the foot restraints.

But now she lies there,  exposed and naked before me her arms wide and her legs spread.

She does look angelic,  serene, calm.   I just couldn’t imagine myself beiug so subdued if our positions were reversed.

I kneel before her,  my head between her legs,  kissing her,  opening her lips and sliding my finger inside her as I lick her clit.

She moans softly and lifts her pelvis off the bed,  as I suck her and push my finger inside just a little further.

I can feel her getting wetter and the tinniest little squirts on my face from somewhere as she thrusts against me harder.

I’m enjoying this,   teasing her,  feeling how close she is,  but not letting her finish.

I kneel up and move beside her, kissing her hard on the mouth, letting her taste just a little of herself,  I like that.

I take a gulp of the Prosecco and let it dribble between us,  faling from my mouth to hers as she opens up to accept it.

“Fuck me” she says,  “I want to feel you inside me”

“Yes I know,  but we’ve barely started and we have all night”.

I’ve been looking forward to this and I’m in no rush.

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This is Part 18 of my completely fictional ( No- honest ) Online Dating story – For Part 1,  click below.

If Peroni Did Mills And Boon!