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Posted:Sep 3, 2019 7:48 am
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2019 4:46 am
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Note: I Blog in with mostly no typos. some reason when it appears, there are a lot of words/punctuation absent from the body copy.. Apologies this inconvenience when you are reading.
Yesterday I finally got a hook up with a gorgeous (older) sexy charmer lives close by, an English Bay Beach rendezvous. I was available so off I went. You know the drill. The first time meetings are never guaranteed be home runs. I always remain open the possibility of making a new friend if not a passionate connection. She is 63 and did not post a face shot... just her shapely legs. She just told she would be wearing a blue bikini. I thought, hmmm this should be interesting, and it was. Well, our beach date went very well with interesting conversation, crazy Polyamory Date stories and lots of sensuous touching. Obviously being at a public beach we kept it G rated, but it was excellent foreplay to what I anticipate is some down the road. And just 5 minutes away from door. Thank you PD creating this connection. I will keep you posted on how things evolve.
Just a reminder not get judgemental with the older members of PD. This lady was delicious and fun.
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Life Force Movement
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Posted:Aug 30, 2019 2:24 pm
Last Updated:Sep 3, 2019 8:00 am
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Disclaimer: From the editor of this blog I send this copy to PD mostly error free, but somehow when it winds up on the site, it can get quite muddled some reason, making it hard read. I apologize the annoyance. I assure you I did not send it way.
astrologer’s was moving out and her massage table had be loaded into her vehicle, no one was around to do it, so I got the . I think friend wanted one more last massage as she bribed with dinner if I did this favor.
When I arrived there was a note on the door saying enter and proceed upstairs. As I ascended the stairs the aroma of incense and essential oils filled head. Soft flute music played and candle light danced off the walls of Sarah’s master bedroom where the massage table was set up. There she was, lying face down, covered in a flannelette sheet, waiting. I approached her and whispered, ‘Ok, this one will be remembered’. I washed hands and checked her supplies and we were ready. I love doing massage. As much as many, including and were Haphephobic (afraid of touch) from earliest childhood I loved touch. We never got much hugging as so we had to develop an appreciation sensation ourselves.
Sarah was a beauty, very health conscious, with diet, exercise/yoga/pilates and fresh air. Her Labrador pooch Rolly was lucky as he got lots of love and exercise. He was truly the Alpha power in her house.
I felt very fortunate be part of the exit of this massage table from Sarah’s place. I know it aided in the pain relief many through the years. Now it was turn.
I rang a tiny little bell before I commenced. As much as massage can often conjure up erotic thoughts just with the mention of the word for many, it really is one of the best ways replenish energy in the body and literally give life and pleasure. Even when we massage our scalp during hair washing or rub or feet after a long hike or squeeze a friend firmly during a hug, it’s all about blood stimulation and exchange of life force.
As much as I am fine with conversation during massage I prefer minimal dialogue so the experience can become meditative for the recipient. I focus on the energy exchange and chi movement between us (the balance of negative and positive forms in TCM). And often, many want talk and share their day or even catch up socially. I do participate in this, but massage is not supposed be chatty, but a time stillness. A time blood flow freely, often places are in dire need of it.
I checked in with Sarah start with see if she had any aches or pains she wanted attend or avoid. She whispered all was well with her. I lifted the sheet from her back and generously applied the massage oil palms and slowly commenced her treatment. She sighed deeply as I started at her neck and shoulders and slowly worked way down her nicely muscled 55 year old torso. We were very much in the moment. I was grateful.
As much as I had always found Sarah very attractive, I had not made any advances as I did not want a personal relationship to influence our professional connection via astrology. As psychologist friend used say, ‘Once the penis enters the vagina, everything seems change.’
I focused massage on balancing her bodies energy and allowing her feel relaxed. All was going very well as I manipulated the muscles and ligaments in her legs. reflexology on her feet is where I am always so intrigued. There are over 7000 nerve pathways in the feet experts say. Every organ of the body has a connection the feet. Just when everything was going so quietly with Sarah, exploration of her feet got her attention. Right from the Achilles tendon the tip of the toes, I like to provide various pressures in all the spots. A good, deep foot massage can be very revitalizing in itself and be the top of the sexual foreplay list if is your intention. As I was hungry I didn’t want to extend our session past an hour.
After Sarah’s feet had been sufficiently tingled, I unfolded the sheet on each leg working on calves, knees and thighs. I am always very sensitive to the top of the thigh adjacent to the pubic area. Usually recipients remain in their underwear for a massage, but many go Commando. Sarah was nude under the sheet and covering her breasts with a towel. Both legs received lots of attention all the way to the hip. I recovered her lower body completely and started on her arms when she moaned softly with her eyes still closed. ‘I need some internal attention real bad’ she said, pushing the sheet back and moving both hands to her pussy and parting her thighs. Squeezing hand, she said ‘...would you please?’ I leaned over and whispered, ‘...of course.’
I wiped hands clean of the massage oil. I knew she would be sufficiently lubricated thanks nature. I reached down her closely cropped vaginal area and slowly entered her with just one digit a time watching her reaction. She was very much in the flow, so I added one more finger, then a third. leverage was very good so I could provide strong, deep, but gentle pressure on her g-spot. With other hand I gently played with her clitoris. She was gasping and bucking spasmodically nearly instantly, pushing on hands with great strength. How fit she was! I watched her face and didn’t improvise much once I hit her sweet spot. I just let her climax peak all the way, hold and then slowly subside.
It all happened over less than ten minutes and it was magnificent. In silence she pulled away the towel on her breasts and said, ‘I need you to attend to these too, Tom. She laid there quietly a few minutes. ‘ god, I needed , It’s been too long,’ she laughed.
She had perfect C cup breasts of course. Nipples were still very pink and erect and ready attention. cock was still hard and was fine. This massage was not about . As we had taken a very sexual turn I decided go it. I leaned over and commenced devour her beautiful breasts and with other hand return her vagina improvise a little. She was heading back her place of bliss.
Her right hand was now squeezing butt cheek under shorts and fingering butt hole. lasted a little bit then she reached around and grabbed hard cock and muttered, ‘...oh yeah, gotta have some of this.’ Then she pulled on the waist band of shorts, exposing throbbing coc She leaned forward and pretty much took down her throat in one move. We were giving each other the full meal deal, all from the massage table ...and no PIV yet. Things were indeed, sizzling ! And I was in no hurry any more than maybe give Sarah coveted Master Cunnilingus Treatment conclude our session. As I said earlier...I was hungry dinner she promised ( the of sounding selfish).
We continued pleasure each other a time, then I decided I needed give her MCT. I found a big towel close and tossed it on the bed. I then picked Sarah up off the table and spun around, gently placing her on the towel. She was so relaxed, eyes closed, just smiling enjoying the journey I was taking her on.
She was lying back comfortably on big pillows. I assumed position between her legs then slowly opened her legs wider and wider allow full access her garden of earthly delights. Being as fit and flexible as she was, she was such a treat choreograph. Her vaginal vestibule was glistening in the candle light of the room, almost smiling back .
I wanted give her a special finale her massage. One or more climaxes would be a good prelude us getting ready the dinner she promised. What followed was orally led journey from Sarah’s perineum just below her pussy, up slowly the lips of her opening and then her pearl. It was already quite swollen from all the attention it had received so I kept the pressure from lips and tongue to a minimum until I interpreted Sarah’s reaction. She was already trembling and gasping, pulling hair and pushing head into her generous flow. I then slipped a couple of fingers inside her to spongy tissue behind the clitoris, which I understand to be the celebrated g-spot. blasted her to another galaxy.
I held position there as it has been in experience with partners, orgasms can become painful if too much pressure is applied the g-spot and clit when the recipient is peaking. Sarah was arriving a very strong orgasm as face was pretty much buried where she wanted . It’s a good thing I can breath through ears. I was taking guidance from her this point. She was squirting nicely and she tasted delicious. I drank her in. She showed no shame and gave no apology the anointing she was giving . She was sharing with her amazing life force and confidence as a healthy, empowered woman. Sarah remained in frenzied, trembling state for a couple of minutes. Then it subsided as her calm breathing returned. Again, I was in no hurry. She was hostess, she was directing. I waited her speak first. I did continue gentle licking of her orchid and she cooed…’.’s very nice’...
As a joke I grunted….’...so where do you want lug table now?!’ She let out a yelp of laughter.
It was all a beautiful moment in time. Not too much more was said. We got up and started puttering in the kitchen assembling a simple, quick snack, occasionally hugging. Fact was: we had been already fed. And we were very grateful .
Epilogue: The power of touch is remarkable. A colleague used to say we all need to take the Time to Talk Truth and Touch. An intimate relationship can be a rough terrain if we are not taking time on a regular basis. The often times cannot be put into words. Have a passionate day. Thanks visiting Blog.
Tom on the Bay
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Call back ...leads to 3 some
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Posted:Aug 26, 2019 12:09 pm
Last Updated:Aug 30, 2019 4:34 pm
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(Editor note: As much as this blog leaves my laptop mostly copy perfect there seems to be a muddling tech issue that takes place before it lands here at PD. My apologies for any annoyance this causes trying to read this story. )
I submit this true story as it offers practical solution to the challenge every faces in there relationship periodically.
wife and I were part of a swing site in Alberta a ways back and had planned meet up with a nite see if we connected sexually. At the last minute, Laura’s mom became ill and she had town to be with her. Gil, a chubby, rumpled 50ish guy and I decided to go for a beer anyway and get acquainted. He managed a small tavern. We didn’t have too much in common, but as I was about to exit, he wanted to introduce his wife as they lived a short distance away. I agreed.
Diane was a similar version of Gil but years wearing a pink silk pajama outfit. Graciously, I stayed for a tea then the road as I had an early the next morning. No sooner had a got into driveway, the phone rings. Gil sounded desperate, pleading return asap as his wife was raging at him because he couldn’t get it up and she wanted it bad. He pleaded with come back and hang for a bit. Maybe I could quell their storm.
I arrive and Diane greets me at the door all dolled up wearing the top to the pajamas she had on earlier. She gives a deep hug pushing her sizable titties into chest. Gil stood back of the door sheepishly in his baggy boxers and wife beater.
They ushered into the living room sitting in front of their big screen TV displayed an orgy porno in full swing. Gil shuffled off to get us drinks. Diane had made a complete personality shift, snuggling up to and giggling with the orgy action. She smelled so good. Raging pheromones and bath oil. Between the TV screen and Diane’s essence, dick was rock hard. Of course she noticed and started stroking thigh squeezing cock through jeans.
Gil returned soon with a single malt scotch we all gulped. Diane tauntingly commented Gil as she pointed at bulge. ‘ honey, someone’s in the mood it looks like’. She no longer looked Gil for his approval and leaned forward exposing generous cleavage and said, ‘Can I have a look ?’. I smiled and nodded. Gil was good with it as he was grinning and squeezing his dick through his pants.
Her nimble, manicured fingers had belt undone and zipper down in an instant. Just as I suspected the swollen, purple head of the cock was peeking over BVD’s. Within a nano second Diane yanked gaunch down well past balls and gazed. ‘Holy fuck, what a nice package!’ With a smirk, she briefly glanced over at hubby as she lowered her head for a lick. He was still grinning, enjoying the show. I decided it was turn see what Diane was hiding her pajama top. I slowly undid the few buttons remaining and she sat up proudly and pushed her perfect double D’s in while she continued jack cock with her hand. How’s that for multitasking? She even came in for a deep, french kiss which is often off limits with some couples. Diane was lust starved and I was the lucky lad there feed her. And hubby was good with it all. The evening had just got started.
Soon we were in a 69 position right there on the sofa. As cunnilingus is as much fun for as penetration, maybe more, we eventually headed the bedroom. Gil just sat in the corner and watched quietly. At point, Diane even called a swinger girlfriend come down and watch. She did and then joined in. We went at it the not so wee hours. I barely made it back place change for work.
point with this blog is about celebrating the value of PolyamoryDate and sites like it have offer.... No, I am not an employee and I’m not being compensated for this article. I am saying, sexually playing together is the way you keep things safer, more upfront and more cohesive. Communicating to your partner when your needs aren’t being met is very important. If you got an itch tell your partner about it and solve the problem together without judgment. Have a sexy !
Cheers,
Tom on English Bay
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