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don’t turn your nose up at online dating darling

I hate online dating

the above snapshot was taken from Dolly Alderton, 26 writing for the Sunday Times

She’d been watching too many movies clearly, those Before and After Sunrise type ones where you want to just grab Ethan Hawke, snog and shag him senseless into silence.

But who am I to make these pre-judgements?  The thing is I’ve not been patient enough to wait 5 years –  less than a month into being single and I’m hooked up with someone has been the story of my dating life.  Except in the last 1.5 years – which gives me another 3.5 to look for that someone in real life.  In the meantime I went on holiday with the first one from a dating website, optimistically called *****… Soulmates (!), and returned home NOT feeling like knowing him had been a huge mistake.  Thing is though, having had your heart broken and definitely approaching the end of days makes one a tad cautious.

Here’s a little preview of diary entries during that holiday –

It was promisingly sunny but bracing when we arrived and were met by our car hire rep.  I never quite got used to driving on the wrong side of the road, causing Jan to wince and chastise me for veering into the hard shoulder on the passenger side fairly frequently – it was mostly good humoured ribbing as he was equally incompetent.  I drove towards Stykkisholmur, stopping at Bogarnes to take in a heritage museum and hear Egil’s saga – he of warrior poet fame, slaying his first foe at the tender age of seven to the fulsome praise of his mother.

That evening the rain came down and tested our rain jackets.  We were recommended a pleasing diner at the tourist information centre by an enthusiastic young information guide (there are lots of good restaurants around here, well, ok not lots, but good …).  So we found Skirinn where we each had two large pints of the local brew with our first of many fish meals.  My inhibitions very much lowered after the strong beers, as we headed to the harbour and the lighthouse to take photos of the stunning sunset and rainbows when the rain cleared, I declared that I was ready to give my heart to the island.  I’m sure Jan must’ve thought me utterly reckless and almost as crazy as the rest of his women friends!

Our second full day, Jan at the wheel when we crossed over to the Westfjords with its breathtaking landscape saw us reaching for our phone cameras; he stopped the car every few minutes to take another scenic shot with his DSLR. We were headed towards Bolungarvik at the northern tip of the Westfjords opposite Hornstrandir peninsula.  En route we stopped off at the Dynjandi falls where the rest of the tourists on this wild bit of Iceland had also decided to congregate. It was still magical enough and we were able to have quite a few moments just taking in the booming majesty and spectacular beauty of the place.

Fresh off the ferry from Stykkisholmur earlier we’d paused at the side of the road and walked down the sides of a waterfall. I particularly revelled in the cushiony mossy banks.  If it hadn’t rained a few minutes before, I might have lain down on it.  But it was damp and the hovering midgies also a nuisance.

The mountains throughout the journey had rough black faces of lava rock, some were tiered with columnar basalts and some still had sheets of unmelted snow on them; the glaciers were only faintly visible, merging with clouds in the far far distance.  Some greenery was creeping up from the valleys, along fissures where water might have carved small rifts downwards.  It was beautiful and although most of the guidebooks said that we would encounter few people in these parts we did pass a number of cars on our journey – a sign of mounting tourism.

We arrived at the guesthouse – Einarshusid.  It was quaint and built at the turn of the last century. To be honest it wasn’t very inspiring initially not least because the washing facilities were shared but the hosts were charming and the place grew on us – we stayed there for three nights.

The next day we drove up to a bay at the end of the headland – the sands were a dark grey and there was a seal having a little swim in the deserted water.  We walked on the mossy grassy cliff top towards the end of a waterfall and I had a little drink.  It started to rain and the clouds descended rapidly as we drove away towards Isafjordur.  There we joined a ferry to Hesteryi, once a thriving settlement centred around a profitable whaling industry and then later when whale hunting was quota curtailed, herring.  But it lost even that trade when all the herring left the region, coincidentally at the same time as when telephone cables had been laid in the waters’ bed.  Now it is only visited by hikers, campers and the odd tourist like us.  There were two resident arctic foxes who gambolled up to us with quite docile expectation of feeding.  We all snapped away at them with our cameras and then it was time to get back on the ferry where the whales obliged us once more with their surface presence.

The hosts at the guesthouse were really a number of students on summer jobs but one of them, Alex, was particularly informative and helped us find amongst other attractions a lovely fish restaurant where we ate on our last night there.

It was called Tjorhusid (the Towerhouse) and we made friends with three other diners on the long tables who were seated next to us.  One was a young American from LA although he was born in Oahu, the other two a French couple from Brittany.  Jan was his convivial self and invited Kevin, the American for a post prandial drink but he declined.  We ended up in the basement of our guesthouse but no one else joined us.  Ennis, who was a Berliner had had a drink with us the previous evening, regaling us with her tales of driving woes.  She was making her way towards Akuryeri on her own and the previous evening we had been invited by two German couples to join them on their film night.  They had connected the TV in the bar to their laptop to play Fading Gigolo.  We watched it to the end that first evening and went to bed at around one in the morning.

When we woke up, Jan had been a little amorous but we were fairly chaste after that.  Goran has been messaging me on what’s app throughout this trip and I detected a little despondency in his tone on Sunday.  He asked and I confessed to him that Jan and I had had a little romp that morning and nothing since which was the truth.

We get to the middle of our holiday after an epic 5 hour journey weaving in and out of the fjords on smooth roads.   We play our music on our iPhones to each other and take turns with the driving.  Intent on arriving, a little anxious about the journey and destination, we missed a couple of sights.  We had eaten our packed lunches fairly late and didn’t feel like having a full meal so went for a walk on the beach and into the tiny interior before going back to the hotel bar for a drink.

I am enjoying this holiday a lot as both Jan and I quite like spending time reading on our own, not making any unreasonable demands on each other’s time. We’d had an honest sort of chat about our circumstances which helped tremendously to lay the boundaries for how we relate to each other.

I broke off from writing this halfway to entertain Jan on his PPE whimsy, Peston and Corbyn came up a few times and then we got distracted somehow and now I’m back to writing as he seems to be intent on a game on his phone.   I go off for a dip in the hotel hot pool, joined by a honeymooning couple from Kansas.  Jan sees us but disappeared back into the room.  I get out after the pool closes and find him on his phone, intent on the screen, lying on the bed.

We’d had a chat about what we want in our relationships with people and he is very much happy in his present state although still very much looking. A bit like me. We are all looking for something that will suit us.   What suits is not getting hurt after an adult lifetime spent with the wrong partners.   The next morning we’d had an unexpected romp – I was in a silly giggly mood.  The walls were uncompromisingly thin and we dared each other to remain silent in our enthusiasm.  He’d said the night before that sex was like sneezing but took it back after I challenged him post-coital.  We settle into an easy, comfortable pace and he says that I am nice to go on holiday with as I’m not at all mad, unlike some of his other women friends.  I laughed but felt inwardly quite pleased and then wished I might be thought a little mad after all.

The day of the journey down the F35 dawned blue and golden and the sights magnificent – glaciers in the far distance, moonscape in the foreground.  Sheep in threes – ewe and her two lambs were a fairly common sight, in the middle of the road licking the salt and then skittering off as we approached.  The road became rough and full of pot holes so we stopped off at hot springs at Hveravelir, and had some tea before pushing on to Gullfoss – the mother of all waterfalls.  The road thankfully improved as we reached the tourist trodden Golden Circle before getting to our final guesthouse.  Towards the grassy plains in the south we saw plenty of Icelandic horses.

Last full day – quietly seeing the main city, a visit to the penis museum and then some souvenir shopping before a drink at b5 to revive us.  I’d come across Halldor Laxness at one of the bookshops and am determined to find him at the library.  It was late – around 4pm but I managed to persuade Jan we should drive to the Black Sand Beach in Vik.  It would have been even more spectacular if it hadn’t been raining and so we spent a mere fifteen minutes there before picking up a couple of Russian hitchhikers on the way back.  The talk inevitably turned to Putin and the Russian economy, or laughable lack of it, according to them.

Things I liked about the holiday – listening to Jan’s music – Pink Floyd, Emiliana Torrini, June Tabor and a bit of his early band Valhalla – whilst on the road trip; also the breathtaking landscape and quiet desolation of most of the north west; and of course the final guesthouse just outside Hverargedi – a modern charm of simplicity, owned and run by an Icelandic sculptor.  She was an interesting character and Jan wished he could have chatted more with her, found out more about her etc.  I also found the last two nights refreshingly relaxing and would vote it the best place to stay.  The holiday could all have been a little cheaper but we’d had a fairly incident and drama free week.

Said goodbye yesterday and we returned to our ordinary lives.

And for your patience and reading to the end of the additional 1800 words, this is why I adore the music of the Icelandic singer Emiliana Torrini –

Some men deserve a second chance

Goran: Hi Amy, I hate to do this, but need to cancel this afternoon. I’m really sorry.

Me: Something came up?

Goran: Domestic issues

Me: No worries

Goran: I feel really bad.

Me: It happens. You’ll make it up I’m sure.

We go on to chat about this and that and make a lunch date in the middle of the week. When we met up we found that we got on really well, he worked in a post-graduate facility as a lab technician and was married with a young son. He was in an open marriage where his wife was in the middle of a torrid break up with one of her current lovers and he was looking around for a new relationship as the last one had decided she wanted a more exclusive arrangement which he was not prepared for. Almost immediately after that first meeting, we went into the Easter holidays which meant that he was abroad with his son for about a couple of weeks. When he returned we made another date, this time for an evening drinks which promised to lead to more. And then this happened:

Goran: Hi, bad news again I’m afraid, I’m needed at home tonight.

Me: No worries.

Goran: Tomorrow? or Saturday?

Me: Sorry I’m booked up the rest of the week.

Goran: You’re very active! Single men without kids tend to be more flexible, I suppose.

Me: Some of them with kids arrange childcare.

Goran: Sorry.

I really thought that was the end of it but then he sent me another entreaty:

Goran: I know I’ve been testing your patience and I’m sorry for that. Would you be willing to give it one more go? Some time next week?

Me: Depends.

Goran: On?

Me: Availability – Tuesday evening, next week?

Goran: I’ll book a room at a charming little boutique hotel I know – the Fox and Anchor.

Me: Sweet. See you there around 6?

Goran: Looking forward to it xx.

There was a chance the date might not happen, I told myself – given how many times he’d cancelled at the last minute. But at 5.30pm on that day he sent me the following text message – I’m early, eagerly awaiting your arrival x.

Unfortunately, I didn’t get it until I’d decided to stop off at a pub en route as I’d arrived ten minutes before 6 and had not wanted to appear too eager. It was only at 6 when I looked at my phone that I saw his text. When I got to the Fox and Anchor he was sitting at the back of the pub and offered to get me a drink. Having downed a pint earlier, I didn’t feel thirsty anymore and declined his offer, not expecting that he would take that as his cue to whisk me upstairs straightaway to the room. I thought he might have suggested going out for a walk or dinner. But the room was at the top of about five flights of stairs and I almost collapsed on the bed when we got there.

When I’d caught my breath he leaned over and kissed me and of course things got more urgent and after establishing that we both wanted the same things, we got into bed. Any previous reservations I’d had about shortcomings on his part were unfounded as I felt his hard on under his pants – he was pleasingly well hung and curved. Whilst Lars was curved inward, Goran’s curved outward and was just a tad longer, incredibly and satisfyingly so.

It was still light when we had both climaxed and we decided to take a little walk around the neighbourhood – as he had been on a walking tour there the previous week he was able to tell me some of the history of the area. We got to the ancient church which had been featured in the film Four Weddings and a Funeral and was allowed a quick tour inside by the rector who was hosting a quiz night for his parishioners that evening. We decided not to join them despite their warmth and friendliness and Goran took me to the square where he worked. It was another ancient part of the city and I marvelled at how picturesque the whole place was.

Tour complete, it was time for dinner and we went back to the hotel. We were eventually seated in a private booth at the back of the dining room where we misbehaved in between courses. While we chatted I found out that Goran was about eight years younger than me – he had been such a charming, courteous, and well-informed gentleman throughout our liaison that I’d assumed we were the same age or that he might have been a few years older than me. It was largely due to the proper tones of our conversation, its un-smuttiness that had led me to that misconception. Still, I wasn’t complaining as after finishing the Valpolicella with a small cheese board, we returned upstairs for the second round, which turned into the 3rd, 4th and 5th, by which time it was too late for me to catch any trains back. Having a younger lover certainly has its plus points.

Goran, who had cycled there earlier decided not to go home and stayed the night to keep me company. In the middle of the night and early hours of the morning we continued with more romps and after a satisfying hot shower, we kissed our goodbyes, both replete. I was particularly pleased that I had given him a second chance and look forward to the next occasion.

The third week of batshit crazy dating

There’s a certain appeal about having a rendezvous at a hotel.  When Alex read about my hotel adventures the idea took his fancy and he arranged for me to meet him at the bar of the Park Plaza Hotel on Westminster Bridge.  What made this date a little exciting was the fact that we were meeting up at 1pm for an afternoon of promised debauchery.   I hadn’t had afternoon sex in nearly a year and this one had the added titillating factor of a hotel assignation.  I relished dressing up for the part in a mini skirt and French seam stockings whose tops could be glimpsed along with bare thigh flesh when I sat down and crossed my legs.  Alex’s excitement was clear in his eyes and voice which cracked a little when he asked oh-so solicitously if I’d like to leave my coat and bag in his room before lunch.  I knew what his intention was and sure enough as soon as the doors closed behind us on the lift his kisses became more amorous.

He led the way to his room and the chambermaids in the corridor cast disapproving looks in my direction.  Stiletto heels are a giveaway that the wearer must be a hooker?  When we emerged an hour later the same chambermaids were loitering at the lift lobby and their look was of pure disdain.  Internally I grinned at the deception I had pulled off.  Any Asian woman dressed in a miniskirt and stilettos must automatically be up to no good in their eyes – and of course having sex with someone I’d just met must be a bad, bad thing. After lunch we returned to the room and he ravished me a second time.  It wasn’t as good as the first and we spoke briefly about his taking viagra the next time we might meet.  I only know one other guy I was dating briefly last year who very thoughtfully took the little blue pill whenever he was meeting up with me.  The sex had been divine with him being in a constant state of priapic readiness which I took advantage of between pauses and there were several repeat sessions throughout the night to the extent that I would be quite sleep deprived the following day.  Sadly he stopped seeing me because he felt disappointed that he couldn’t feel any emotional connection when engaged in coitus.  I had got a little attached to him and when the relationship petered off I felt just a little heartbroken. With Alex it was only our first date and I think my heart is quite safe now that it has had so much practice at detachment.


A few days after meeting Alex I was contacted by Conrad.

Hi Amy,

I never get jealous. 

Yes, my profile does say I’m looking for a relationship but I’m also open to other ways and I love that you know what you want and go for it and I really do not get jealous.

Respectfully, Conrad.

We met in Hampstead and went into the cafe/bar at the Everyman Cinema where Conrad rather astonished me by his extreme right wing views and Christian values.  He also professed that he was hoping I might be a typical bitch of a woman which he would find sexually provocative.  Unfortunately I was merely amused at this man who seemed determined to provoke me into an argument.  After about half an hour of listening to his drivel where he hurled statistics at me to justify UKip’s election promises and appeal I felt I had to bid him good night and stop wasting my precious evening talking with a man who was obviously confused as to what he was looking for or doing with his time.  If he was looking for a significant other what was he doing arranging a date with me and then proceeding to ruin the date by trying to provoke me with every single word he uttered? Was this a form of neg-ging?  The method clearly did not work in his favour as I firmly shook his hand and made my swift departure.  The following day I received a message from Conrad:-

Hi Amy,

It was nice talking to you the other day. Thank you for meeting me. 

I think you are a very sweet person and I like your voice. I don’t think I want to be in a relationship of any kind (romantic/physical) where the other is dating and sleeping with a stable of guys. Ironically it would be different if you were a bitch as then it would be attractive but it just feels odd when a sweet person does that 😉

Anyway I just wanted to say that you are a nice person and good luck. 

Regards, Conrad.


Last night I made an impromptu date after an exchange of messages with Joe.

Well I never get jealous….you sound interesting though. Up to much today?

Having a restful family filled day. Thanks for messaging. Your profile suggests you’re a fairly normal guy which is all good  I think

I’m fairly normal but with an adventurous side. And a family filled evening?

I might be tempted out … depending on what’s on offer So how long have you been on this site?

Am planning on going up to Tate Modern this evening – I think a couple of years but lose interest occasionally. How about you?

This is my third week. What’s happening at the Tate modern tonight?

Marlene Dumas exhibition

Sounds interesting. Just googled it. Are you a fan or is it the subject matter that interests you?

I like modern art and this looks interesting. How about you? Is art interesting or do you worry this is pretentious?

not at all – i never worry about pretensions. i usually like to read about the background to how stuff/art gets created and also see if i feel anything about it.

I don’t do so much reading – but then I’m a man eh? Would you be interested in coming?

what time are you going to be there?

Maybe 7.30 or 8

i might mosey Tate M wards about 7 … perhaps we might bump into each other there

Well if you want to see the exhibition and don’t want to pay I can take someone in for free

Mind, you could also pay and help fund the Tate eh? 

I’m not exactly flushed so would be grateful for a free ticket

Well it wouldn’t cost me anything so it is what some might call a win-win situation?

Fab. See you at the entrance to the exhibition at about 8 ish then?

Cool – looking forward to it – better than going on my own anyway  By the way my name is Joe

Hi Joe Amy’s mobile no. is 0*********6

And Joe’s is 0*********6

When we met we both liked the exhibition and we also found that we shared similar life experiences as we stayed chatting at the members’ room on the top with a view of St Paul’s and the river until we were thrown out at 10.  Outside we went to two pubs staying at each until closing. On the way he told me what he did which involved looking closely at sex toys.  I wondered if this was a chat up line as he seemed to be really good at spinning many tales.  I do enjoy fantastical stories and was quite happy to pass an evening with a fairly good looking man keen to impress and charm.

It was getting later and later and we were both suppressing yawns until finally there were no more drinking establishments open and we went into London Bridge station where he kissed me goodbye and we went our separate ways with promises to arrange a second date.

I found that I’d missed the last train north and had to take a night bus home – a first for me in decades!  The early hours of the morning were filled with young people who had been out far too late as I had and as we approached the West End I was surprised at the amount of traffic on the roads.  Taxis and cars jostled along with buses and there were hoards of pedestrians on the pavements – it could’ve have been any other time in the day and not 2am!

The following day he invited me to dinner at his at 7 and he made a simple no frills meal of salmon and mash with some plain broccoli.  We had some Bordeaux, one he’d already opened and another which I’d brought.  It was another coincidence which he remarked on.  We sat and talked in the living room, played with his tortoise Star and admired his two goldfish.  Eventually he took me to his bed.  I left and drove home a little just after 10 and wondered if I should continue to see Joe again as a number of factors counted against having him as a regular lover: the distance, lack of spark in the bedroom and once we’d found out about each other there didn’t seem to be anything else to talk about …

Last Sunday with Dominic

When I saw him sitting near the entrance to the bar my heartbeat quickened.  He really is here in the flesh and bore a good resemblance to the pictures he had sent me.  We’d text chatted prior to this rendezvous and swapped photos – all of which were tastefully decorous – in contrast to the frank discussion on the varieties of deviant sex we both enjoyed.  When he suggested flying out from Europe to meet me one weekend for an evening out and possibly more, I readily agreed – his spontaneity was infectious.

I was not to be disappointed – I’d had two glasses of wine and he, even more, as he’d started a little earlier before me, by the time he boldly sneaked his hand under my skirt.  I’d deliberately chosen an above the knee little number and we’d moved to a private booth behind the bar area.  When he felt the fabric of my knickers his disappointment was plain.  In our earlier messages he’d made it clear how he was looking forward to me arriving sans knickers.  I urged him to venture even further, going as far as to lift my legs and spreading them over the low table, stretching my right leg out and resting my boot on the red velvet seat, my left knee wedged against his thigh so that his hand could explore between my legs and discover that in fact I was wearing my very special knickers, ones I reserved for those men I deemed worthy, who I was confident would appreciate their appeal – a pair of crotchless panties.

Aah I see, this I like.  You really surprise me and this is even betterI think we’re going to have a lot of fun.

So of course dinner was postponed and we proceeded straightaway to his hotel room.  It overlooked the back and across the space there were other rooms with windows facing us.  We left the blinds and curtains open in case any other hotel guests fancied watching us.  He sat down on a wingback armchair in the corner of the room and I leaned over to kiss him.  His hands were all over my body and when I felt him slide my skirt up and slip between my legs, I climbed up on top of his thighs, placing my knees either side of him.

How wet you are!  But he was to make me even wetter as I rubbed and writhed over his expert fingers, which stroked and entered and stroked.

Later I slid down and unzipped his trousers – his hard on was straining to be taken out and I slid it easily out of his pants.  Whilst I really enjoy giving head, I was also longing to fuck him through my crotchless knickers and it wasn’t long before the condoms came out and on, when I crouched over him and impaled myself on his gorgeous shaft. As I rode up and down it, he nuzzled at my cleavage, hands kneading my breasts.  One popped out and he took first one nipple into his mouth and then the other.   I was already incredibly aroused and the sensations this brought on sent me into a shivering frenzy – the muscles around my vagina tensed and then released as I came in waves, squeezing his cock over and over again, gasping for breath as I rocked back and forth, now rubbing myself against his body.

Later he lifted me off and flung me onto the bed.  He slipped my knickers off but left the rest of my clothes on, my skirt around my midriff, bra and chemise still intact. Turn around and don’t move he bade and I lay on my tummy.   He came back with a tube of lube and proceeded to apply this liberally on my bottom and in my ass.

You are such a tiny woman and there’s a really tight arse you’ve got there.

I could see him kneeling over me when I turned my head as there was a large mirror on the wall.  His penis was erect and ready as he slid first into my pussy.  I gripped it again and felt the waves of orgasm overcoming me.  The anticipation of his entering me anally was deeply arousing, and he did not disappoint, sliding his finger in and then two – I wriggled a little and told him it felt uncomfortable.  He continued stroking and applying more lube, all the while patiently coaxing me into a state of relaxation.  Even so, when he entered me and slid all the way in, the pain was excruciating and I literally howled with agony.

I do give my lover credit for not being daunted by my reaction as he remained still, just as he was, cock all the way inside my arse.  As I continued screaming and gasping at the sweet pain, he leaned down and whispered in my ear that anytime I really wanted him to stop, if the agony was too much, I merely needed to say the exact words: please, Dominic stop.   But I turned to look in the mirror and the sight of his large body dominating me on the bed was as much a turn on as the pain and said yes I understood, but please don’t stop. Oh it felt horrendously painful and yet I didn’t want him to stop and he didn’t and in a short while he began fucking me thus, moving in and out; slowly at first as I continued to gasp and moan, the pleasure gradually eclipsing the anguish and I began to work up to another orgasm.  As he felt my excitement he began pounding harder, clearly now deeply aroused and enjoying violating this part of me.  I couldn’t take my eyes off us, his pale enormous body dominating mine, the bucking motion as he rode me.

We slept briefly, went downstairs for sustenance before returning to the room for more orthodox sex.  I returned home early the next morning, riding the tube against the rush hour tide.



An ethical slut – a fantasy with Darren

Inspired by an encounter I recently had with my last lover, I decided to tell the story from his viewpoint –

Amy was lying naked apart from her stockings and boots on the bed in the hotel room. It was early afternoon, sunlight was streaming through the windows of the room, and we were alone together.  She leaned up and kissed me. A sensuous kiss, the kiss of a woman who had been on her own for far too long. It was the kiss of a woman looking for a physical connection.

She had, of course, initiated this rendezvous.  I had made contact a few weeks before on a dating website making clear that my intentions were purely dishonourable and we had exchanged brief messages as she had been out of the country then.  I didn’t know very much about her except that my directness had intrigued her, that she wanted to partake of this forbidden fruit.

There was not going to be much in the way of romance. Neither of us was looking for romance, or attachment. She did not want me to make love to her. She merely needed to be fucked. I was obviously not going to turn her down.

I looked down at her as she lay back against the pillows – a vision of wanton abandon, her olive skin in contrast with the crisp white linen, her dark hair falling across her face as her eyes followed my movements.

There was a tension in the air. I sensed her wariness and a tightness as though she was holding herself back. She was determined not to make another move – she was not the kind of woman who would show her hand, who would allow her need to control her – and I wondered if her control could be lost, whether she was as vulnerable as anyone else to lust and greed. I felt excited at the prospect of unlocking that desire in her, of making her helpless with lust, and something about her self-possession made me want to break her, made me want to have her all over me, to make her feel desperate for my touch, for her to become wet and overcome with yearning.

I kissed her again – tenderly, softly, my lips caressing hers, a long, slow, intimate kiss – I could already feel her pulse at the base of her neck quickening, and as my hands slipped down it to her shoulders, I could feel her own hands coming up my body, wrap round my neck and running through my hair, pulling me down towards her, kissing me back. My hands continued down her body, slowing around the curve of her breasts, causing her to arch up towards me, pushing her breasts up. I kissed the side of her neck, caressing the back of it and I felt her warmed and softened.

Her nipples were hard against me. I needed to taste them. I kissed further down her neck, biting her a little, and she gasped, arching up to me again, and I began to kiss my way down her body, lingering around her breasts, opening my lips and taking her hard nipple into my mouth, sucking her, my tongue flicking over and around her nipple.

My hand slipped down over her soft belly, finding no resistance as my fingertips traced over her dark and naturally abundant pubic hair, down between her thighs, and she gasped softly as my fingers brushed over her clit. Her thighs opened a little, as she lifted herself up to my touch, inviting me further. I kissed my way down her body, languorously, seductively, while she lay with her back on the soft pillows, beginning to surrender, arching up to each soft kiss, each flick of my tongue.

As my lips moved down across her belly, my hands continued stroking the inside of her thighs. She raised herself up slightly and looked down at me for a moment, her face a picture of lust, watching as my tongue traced over her belly and dipped between her thighs.  With a soft sigh, she lay back down again and opened her thighs wider.

It was an invitation which was impossible to resist. My tongue slipped down around her clit, circling it softly, moving further down to her slit, my tongue slipping between her wet, pouting lips, licking her, feeling her cunt part around the tip of my tongue as I lapped at her greedily.  I paused to look at her fully between her legs.

She was very wet.  Her pubic hair around her clit glistened darkly and I could see a mole on her left labia.

Sucking on her more greedily, I could feel her wetness on my face, smearing my lips across her cunt, letting my tongue drag slowly upwards, gently teasing the hood of her clit back with my fingertips, opening my lips and taking her clit onto my mouth, swirling my tongue around, possessing her. She gasped again, trembling a little as my tongue flicked slowly and sensuously around her clit.  I wanted to look at her again and let my fingers slip down to her cunt, stroking her with my thumb. She gasped again. “Please”, she whispered.

I pushed two fingers deep into her cunt, and she groaned deliciously at the sudden penetration, pushing herself onto my fingers, my thumb circling her clit a little faster, a little harder. She was shuddering now underneath me. I wanted to make her come and so  I lowered my head down to her cunt again and continued finger fucking her as I took her swollen clit greedily into my mouth, tongue licking the tip of the hard button of her clit. I wanted to feel her come all over my face. My cock was hard, and with my free hand I grasped my erection, masturbating as I stroked her, my fingers moving in the same rhythm as my tongue.

She was so close to her orgasm, her thighs wide open now, arching up to me, my fingers splashing harder and deeper into her dripping wet cunt – my tongue worked faster around her clit, flicking, sucking, licking her more urgently, my fingers thrusting deeper – she groaned again, trembling harder, pushing up to my lips, my tongue, gasping more urgently as her orgasm approached – I needed her to come, I wanted her to come – I sucked on her harder, faster, fucking her cunt hard with my fingers, hooking my fingertips inside her, rubbing inside her in the same rhythm as my tongue on her clit – she couldn’t take any more – she groaned urgently, frantically, her body arching up off the bed, her cunt squeezing around my fingers as she started to come, hard, frantic, pulsing and throbbing around my fingers, her juices streaming from her cunt as my tongue circled over and around her clit, gasping, groaning, screaming out my name as she came, all over me.

Amy’s thighs were still trembling, her body convulsing deliciously as her orgasm pulsated through her body, my fingers still deep inside her, soaked in her juices, my tongue greedily lapping at her clit, licking and swirling and sucking as she shook gorgeously on the bed. My other hand was still around my erection, stroking myself urgently as she came, needing her, wanting her badly now – so much lust for this woman, and I had yet to fuck her.  As she bucked and writhed on the bed, still convulsing from her orgasm, I couldn’t wait a moment longer – I needed to be inside her, I had to take her.

I slid up her naked body, between her wide open thighs, my fingers still deep in her cunt, my thumb stroking around her clit, kissing my way up her body, licking, sucking, until I reached her lips – and I kissed her, greedily, lustfully. Amy responded in kind, her tongue slipping into my mouth, her thighs wrapping around me, pulling my body against hers.

Mmm I love the taste of me on your lips  –  she breathed in, pausing her kisses and licked my lips and the tip of my nose – ah there’s me here and here.

Already the swollen head of my erect cock was sliding against her clit, my penis slipping and sliding against the dripping wet lips of her cunt, rubbing against her, my cock getting wet from her as we kissed more urgently. If Amy had initiated this rendezvous – if she had truly been in control as we began – that control was slipping from her rapidly – she was still getting aftershocks from her orgasm, and as I moved between her thighs, she splayed them wide open, rubbing herself against me, offering herself to me, surrendering to my lust eagerly.

The head of my cock slipped down, her lips parting easily around my pulsing cock, and I slid easily down her slit, pulling back for a brief moment, kissing her again and thrusting my cock, hard, deep into her cunt. She groaned with pleasure, the slick wetness surrounding my erection, coating my balls, and I gasped, thrusting my cock deeper inside her, fucking her more urgently, my lips greedy on hers as I pounded harder, deeper, taking her, fucking her.

She was coming almost from that first penetration – her orgasm had barely abated from earlier, still throbbing through her, and the sudden invasion of my cock into her cunt pushed her over the edge again, screaming with pleasure as I rammed my cock again and again inside her.

I knew I couldn’t last long with this first fuck – I’d needed this from the moment I saw her, dreamt about it over the last few days – but I knew I’d need her again, and again, and again – so damn it, I was going to be selfish with her this first time. I grabbed her wrists, lifting them roughly over her head, pinning them down on the bed, and she gasped, momentarily shocked by my roughness, but melting again as my lips found her neck, nibbling at it greedily, still pinning her down as my cock slammed harder and faster into her moist cunt.

She groaned again, wrapping her thighs around my back, pulling me deeper inside her – I couldn’t take much more – it felt so good, my mind dizzy with the sensations, my cock throbbing harder inside her as her cunt milked my cock, squeezing around me as I fucked her, and fucked her, and fucked her – she began to convulse again, arching up to me, my lips greedily sucking her breasts, biting on a nipple – her cunt engulfed my cock, taking it deep, and she bucked frantically up to me, her orgasm suddenly surging through her body, gasping, groaning, convulsing around me, and as her juices poured over my swollen cock, streaming over my balls, I couldn’t take any more – I groaned her name, and began the ascent to my own orgasm, hard, my cock pulsing intensely as I felt the first spurt of come rising up, I pulled rather reluctantly out of her cunt, spurted a stream over her belly, followed by another, and another, as we came deliciously together, hard, urgently, frantically.

I was getting my breath back – my orgasm had been intense, almost draining, the urgency almost overwhelming, and as I collapsed back onto the bed, come still coating my cock, her wetness cooling on me, Amy was watching me – on her back, her thighs open wide, presenting herself to me, her belly glistening with my come, the evidence of my urgent lust.

She was still intensely aroused. I had pushed her further than she was accustomed to – I could tell that she was not used to being taken in such a manner, not used to surrendering herself, and it was clear from the look in her eyes that although her expectations had been met, there was a slight resentment at how easily she had betrayed herself.

She looked at me, almost studying me, calculating, judging, considering her next move. I tried to return her look, my gaze drifting across her soft, naked curves, lingering, wanting her again, but still breathless from my orgasm. As she watched me, her hand drifted down her soft belly, between her open thighs. Her other hand cupped her breast, squeezing, caressing. I watched her, entranced, my cock stirred again, very much enjoying the intimacy of what she was allowing me to see. She clearly loved to be watched.

And she was deliberately arousing me again, that much was certain. Resting was not an option. She wanted to be fucked again. Her fingers were stroking her clit deliberately, sometimes rubbing sensually, sometimes slipping her fingers deep inside her cunt, masturbating not for my pleasure, but for hers.

My hand slipped around my cock, and I began to stroke myself, masturbating in time with her, my cock warm, erect in my hand, wet from her, wet from her cunt. She watched me, her gaze insolently fixed on my growing erection, watching my fingers slide up and down my cock rhythmically, in time with her own hands. It was too much, that brazen look on her, as though daring me to abase myself, taunting me.  Despite that, I was once again erect.  It was too much and I shifted up a gear.  Looking around the bed I noticed a sleep mask and two towelling dressing robes.

“Turn around” I commanded.

Amy gasped at the change in my tone, but did not move, her fingers continued stroking her clit, defiantly rubbing a lot faster.  I pulled her roughly off the bed and down onto her knees in front of me on the floor. She gasped, trembling, her fingers pausing.

“Take the belt from the dressing robe here.”

Nervously, she responded, handing me the belt. She could see my cock at a 90 degree angle, so close to her face.  She leaned over and licked the tip with her tongue.  It felt delicious, my cock pulsing at her touch, but I resisted and leaned out of her reach.  Amy could feel the warm wetness between her legs, her aching cunt already drenched, wanting to touch herself there, yet fearful now of the response.

Unable to keep myself at a distance, I moved a little closer to Amy as she was knelt in front of me. My cock is hugely erect, so close to her lips again, visibly throbbing.  She parted her lips greedily, sliding her hand to my hard cock, steering the swollen head into her mouth almost a little too eagerly, sliding her lips over me, taking my hard penis deep into her mouth, her tongue swirling and lapping around my erection. I groaned with pleasure, my grip tightening in her hair, pushing her lips further down onto my cock, holding her there as I started to fuck her mouth, a little roughly, taking my own pleasure, looking down at her as she sucked and licked greedily.  Such a dirty little slut.

I pulled my cock from her mouth roughly, dragging her up onto her feet, hearing her whimper, needing more.

“Bend over the desk,” I said. She cleared a space on the desk in front of the window, bending over, presenting her bottom to me in clear view of anyone who might look up at the window from below outside. My hand slid between her thighs, my fingers slipped over her hot, wet cunt, stroking her greedily. “You’re dripping wet.”

“yes…” she gasped, trying to push herself back against me. I lifted up my hand rapidly, and brought it down firmly onto her ass, spanking her hard, and she gasped with pain and pleasure, groaning sensually.

I stood behind her now, my hand in her hair again, pushing her face down onto the desk roughly, holding her there.  Amy could feel me pressed against her now from behind, my erection hard between her buttocks, rubbing against her, not entering her yet.

I pulled away for a moment, spanking her again, hard.

“Give me your wrists,”  Amy leaned forward on the desk, letting it support her, passing her wrists back to me timidly.  Picking up the belt, I tugged her wrists tightly behind her back, tying them with the belt, a little too tightly – it must have hurt a little when she struggled, digging into her wrists.

I slid my cock against her ass again, still holding her down. Amy could feel my erection pulsing between the cheeks of her ass, so hot, so hard.  I took a handful of her hair, pulling her back towards me, her back arching deliciously as she pushed back against me, my hand sliding around her body, cupping a breast in my fingers, pinching one of her nipples, rubbing myself against her, using her.

Amy needed me inside her, needed to feel my cock deep inside her cunt, but her wrists were tied tightly behind her back, and it was almost impossible for her to move, bent roughly over the desk, my hand still in her hair, pulling her back harder, leaning over her. I dragged her back harder, my cock pressed hard against her ass, my free hand sliding underneath her.  I pushed her face down against the desk, holding her down, my cock slipping down from between her buttocks, throbbing and erect, sliding quickly between her open thighs from behind, rubbing the head of my swollen penis against her dripping wet cunt… getting it wet.. and then pushing… hard… all the way inside her with one long, deep thrust.

I thrust my erection deeper and harder inside her. I could feel her trying to grind back onto me, and I lifted up my hand again, slapping her bare ass. Amy groaned with pleasure, unable to help herself pushing further back onto me, her warm, wet cunt engulfing the full length of my penis, squeezing tight around me.  I spanked her again, harder this time, taking hold of her hips, ramming my cock into her, deep and hard. Amy squealed with pleasure and pain.

I started to move inside her now… I knew that was what she wanted… my cock fucking her… harder… faster… and she was so fucking wet… so tight around my thrusting cock… ramming deeper into her now… her cunt splashing around my cock… she was groaning, already so close to coming… crying out with each hard thrust of my cock, slamming into her… taking her… using her for my own pleasure…

I had instructed her not to move, but I could still feel her cunt tightening deliciously around my erect cock, squeezing around me, trying to take me deeper inside. I groaned with pleasure myself, and she squeezed around my cock again, her cunt pulsating around my erection, pushing herself back onto me, fucking me hard as I fucked her, driving my cock deep inside her, and she groaned lustfully, begging me to fill her, begging me to cum hard in her cunt, begging me to spurt all my cum deep inside her.

I could barely resist – I heard her gasp deliciously, feeling her squeeze tightly around my cock, and she started to tremble, pushing herself back onto me, groaning.  I gasped with pleasure, thrusting my pulsing cock deep and hard into her cunt, grabbing her hair, tugging her back… hard. I needed to cum too, but I held it back, feeling my penis throbbing hard, somehow managing to hold back my own orgasm…

I pulled my erection out of her cunt with a wet pop, and we both groaned, Amy still convulsing, her juices dribbling down from her cunt, begging me to fuck her again, begging me to fuck her hard. I valiantly ignored her, pushing her head back down on the desk, lifting up my hand, and spanking her – a hard, sharp slap on her ass, reminding her that she had been bad, that she needed to be punished. She groaned with pleasure and pain, needing to be filled, needing to be fucked.

I reached across the bed and picked up the sleep mask, my hand sliding through Amy’s hair again, taking a handful, dragging her head back roughly, hearing her gasp.  But first I leaned over and opened the sash window.  The sounds from the busy street below wafted up.  Clearly if we could hear the passersby below, it stood to reason that any sounds we made would now also be carried down.

Before Amy could move, I secured the mask on her, blindfolding her, pushing her back over the desk, her wrists still firmly tied behind her back, the belt pinching her wrists a little. She whimpered, and I knelt down behind her, sliding my hand between her thighs, instructing her to spread them wider. Feeling my fingers stroking her, sliding inside her wet cunt, she trembled and opened her thighs further, suddenly feeling another dressing robe cord wrapping around her ankle, strapping it tightly to the leg of the desk. She groaned, trembling again, so wet now, feeling me spreading her legs wide, I unlooped the belt from my jeans and used it to tie her other ankle to the other leg of the desk, then standing up behind her again, my hand slipped back between her open thighs , stroking her, thrusting my fingers deep into her cunt. Amy groaned softly with pleasure, trying to push back onto my fingers, but she was strapped up tight now, her ankles tied to the desk, her wrists strapped behind her back, the blindfold over her eyes, unable to see anything.

I looked down at her red bottom, it was burning hot to the touch from the spanking it had received moments ago.  I ran my fingers around it, squeezing the cheeks and then spread them apart.  There was the beautiful little dark flower which was the opening to her secret.  I spat onto my hands, lubricating my fingers as I gently caressed the rosebud puckering there.  She gasped again as I eased one finger in.

“Perhaps I should fuck you here?”

There was no reply from Amy and I repeated my question.

“Have you ever been fucked in there before?”  She nodded.

“And you liked it?  Enjoyed having a cock in there?” I continued.

“It wasn’t with anyone, I, um, I had a, um, a toy.  It was a very long time ago.”

“Oh you really are a naughty girl, aren’t you?  So would you like me to fuck you here?”  By this time I’d inserted two very wet fingers in her arse.  I looked at her, in front of me, tied to the desk, helpless and could feel the rising excitement in my erection.  I spat into my hands and pumped my cock, lubricating it with a mixture of her cunt juices and my spit.

“Mmm I think I shall,” with one swift movement I entered her arse with my cock.  I heard her gasp as I filled her suddenly; startled, she tried to strain away and then I felt her relax.  Stifling her cries, Amy, conscious of the pedestrians and traffic below emitted low moans of enjoyment.  She moved her head nearer to my left hand which was now on the desk for support and began sucking at my thumb which I slipped between her lips.  The sensation of her sucking and licking it somehow connected with my cock and we established a harmonious rhythm.  My right hand was now snaked under her body in her cunt, three fingers inside her this time, my palm pressed over her clit, hooking my fingers, rubbing inside her in tempo with my left thumb and cock as I filled and used this woman, fucking her three orifices at once.  If anyone had looked up they would have seen her bent over the desk, with me looming behind her and would not have failed to recognise by my movements what we were enjoying that afternoon.   I almost did not want it to end but it felt so good when I finally came inside her.

I was sure that I would see more of Amy in future and looked forward to another meeting.

Waterloo Hotel – or how to get over a break-up

The Cook, The Thief, The Wife and Lover – he said referencing incorrectly a Peter Greenaway film.  I tell him that he’d got the order wrong and that it all ends badly.

Tongue in cheek he shot back that he intentionally misquoted the title of the film to see who might respond.  we banter about films and flirt over the message boards of the dating website.  he then boldly suggested that we ought to meet up and if our stars aligned he might make me an indecent proposal.  i playfully asked him how much was at stake.  two hours later i was driving into town.  parking was a tad tricky despite it being the weekend.

It was a busy sunday afternoon at the royal festival hall.  i walked past him as he had glasses on unlike his picture on the dating site.  he called out my name and i laughed my hello.

i look geeky in my glasses don’t i? – he gave an endearingly self-conscious wave with his hand tapping his fingers on the frame.

geek is the new black and i tend to have a thing for nerdy men – i replied, wanting to put him at ease but also sincerely.

there’s a fine line between geeky and nerdy – he smiled ruefully.

i usually like both – i countered.

it was a promising start and we went inside and found a table just as it was being vacated.  he got me a tea and some cake and a coffee for himself.  we carried on talking about our experiences with the dating website.  he had a warm bedside manner i found, as he told me that he was working in the A & E department of the local hospital.  after half an hour or so of pleasant conversation he announced that he’d booked a room in waterloo hotel so that we might have more privacy there.

i told him that it was too sudden and i felt the need for some dutch courage, so we stopped at a pub en route.  he had a rum and coke whilst i had a glass of red wine.  2 more glasses of red later and i began to feel that i just might like to see what he was like in bed.  i explained that i’d never made an assignation such as this before but that i was very much looking forward to it.

it had got quite dark when we left the pub and he took my hand as we walked to the hotel.  when we got into the lift he leaned over and kissed me.  his lips were warm and soft and just as the doors pinged open he darted the hard tip of his tongue between my lips and withdrew it quickly.  it was a startling experience and i realised that i’d had my eyes closed mid-kiss when my lids sprang open at this quick jab.  he was already out of the lift and i followed him rather foolishly into the corridor.  he opened the door to a room and i was surprised at how small it was.

as the door closed to he moved to the window and drew the curtains.  i kicked off my shoes and watched as he began to undress himself.  i removed my coat and jacket but was suddenly paralysed with embarrassment.  what am i doing here?  do i really want this?  these questions ran all over my brain and i suddenly wasn’t sure.  but a large part of me was very curious about the experience and i knew that really i wanted to see it to the end – an uncomplicated coupling with no expectation of a relationship and no regrets.

when he was down to his vest and shorts he came over and asked me if i would like a cup of tea.  i laughed and shook my head.  he sat me down on the bed and held the sides of my head in his hands and kissed me again.  this time his tongue softly explored the inside of my mouth which i found incredibly arousing.  he pushed me into the middle of the bed and slid his hands under my top.  he bent over and took my right nipple into his mouth, lightly flicking his tongue around it and then he turned his attention to my left breast and sucked on my left nipple.  eventually he pulled my top off over my head and ran his lips and tongue over my belly, my wrinkled, wobbly middle-aged saggy belly and further down between my legs.  he slipped my knickers off and licked me with his pointy hard tongue.  mm you’re very wet and slippery – he looked up at me and i thought how dark his grey eyes were in his pale white face with very short greying hair, a salt and pepper hue.  i stroked his head and marvelled at the softness of his hair which looked as though it should be hard and bristly.  what was hard was the tip of his tongue as he flicked and jabbed it at that part of me which wanted to feel softness, the softness that i knew it was capable of turning into as it had done when he had plunged it relaxed and warm in my mouth earlier.

he got onto his knees on the floor and pulled me to the edge of the bed and continued to pleasure me, hard and then soft in turn until i felt i could not take anymore.  i wondered at my boldness when i asked him to insert two fingers inside me.  as i gripped them i came over and over in waves.  when i had stopped, he withdrew his fingers and i watched him lick them with sensuous deliberation.  he knelt over me and slid his cock out over the tops of his shorts.  it was very hard but not overly big – i reached into my handbag and took out a condom.  it was better to be safe as we did not know each other very well.

when we had had our fill of lust that afternoon we both dozed off in exhaustion.  i had a quick wash and got ready to leave my replete lover.  he made me promise to text him when i got home.  i did and that was the end of it – neither of us has contacted the other since.