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So many possibilities
Subbing.hehe
Fuck.
Fuck indeed
Fanning self
yes fuckity fuck
thank You Miss Sally
mmmmm ... I think I need a cold shower now.
Contemplates an Amy/Sally/Vail pile
I mean.
I'm in.
Holy
Um...
Jesus Christmas.
Of course, and absolutelyYes. Yes please.
Thank you, I really appreciate that. Thank you for readingSally, you are such a talented writer. I always keep an eye on this thread awaiting a new story.
Working on it Thank youkeep writing Miss Sally
Nice
uhm... yes please.
shit.
Sounds fun, doesn't it?
Well, fuckin...yes it does
Stillrandy, I see you are no longer here on Lit, I hope you are well wherever you are. Thank you for trying to help this thread stay alive- I almost forgot what I named it- am glad I found it! I've always appreciated your friendship. Hope you are well, and thank you for sharing your naughty experience in Edinburgh! I can hear the woman cursing in my own head, .I miss Sally; probably a lot of people do. But I remembered this thread and thought to possibly bring it back to life. This is a true story of mine.
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A VISIT TO EDINBURGH
Edinburgh, Scotland is a lovely city, visited there several times. I had lived in England for several years, an expatriate American, during the 1990’s.
One memorable visit included a stop at a local massage (read brothel) establishment. After negotiating the price, I selected a woman. She was middle-aged, not Literotica-image material. But reasonably attractive. She asked if I wanted sex. Well….yes. We talked about various arrangements and agreed on a hand-job. I disrobed, and so did she; nice breasts.
As I lay on the table, she applied a little lubricant to her hands and went to work on my cock. And she really was a pro at this. It was no wham-bam, it was heavenly. She stroked gently, then more stridently, then back to slow speed. I am not sure my cock ever got that big before or since. After about ten minutes, though, she could tell that I was ready to pop. Probably obvious from the way I was squirming and almost levitating off the table.
And pop I did. I was so wrought up (after a long period of abstinence) that my cum flew over my head and hit the wall behind the table. True story, not bragging, just happened. And of course, left a trail all along the way. I could imagine my loud shout would have been heard by the locals. She supplied some paper towels and I cleaned up.
As she finished, her final words were: “Oh fook, now I have to clean the bloody wall!”
Even today, my cock remembers that massage…
Hi Sally. I did go away as Stillrandy from Lit for a while, but later reenlisted as Beholders_eye. I needed a break, but am back to enjoying the site. And that encounter in Edinburgh, though many years ago, is still vivid in my memory.Stillrandy, I see you are no longer here on Lit, I hope you are well wherever you are. Thank you for trying to help this thread stay alive- I almost forgot what I named it- am glad I found it! I've always appreciated your friendship. Hope you are well, and thank you for sharing your naughty experience in Edinburgh! I can hear the woman cursing in my own head, .
I'm so happy you're here!Hi Sally. I did go away as Stillrandy from Lit for a while, but later reenlisted as Beholders_eye. I needed a break, but am back to enjoying the site. And that encounter in Edinburgh, though many years ago, is still vivid in my memory.
Nice to see you here again!