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playm0mum said:
After a long day using very efficient and remarkably punctual European trains, I have left a little piece of me behind in Brittany and am now back in London. I am enjoying a cider and a soak but would have much prefered a gentlman's company and a cider in a small little pub with great character! Any tall charming Brits care to take a travelling Canadian for a drink?
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If I could travel the 200 miles down there, I would x
 
Oh, to be a tall British gent! Or, at least a bottle of Stella Artois Cidre! ;-)
 
I'm not a tall Brit, but I would love to take you for dinner and drinks if you ever pass through this area ! ;) :kiss:
 
playm0mum said:
After a long day using very efficient and remarkably punctual European trains, I have left a little piece of me behind in Brittany and am now back in London. I am enjoying a cider and a soak but would have much prefered a gentlman's company and a cider in a small little pub with great character! Any tall charming Brits care to take a travelling Canadian for a drink?
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How does six feet in Dorset fit with you?
 
playm0mum said:
After a long day using very efficient and remarkably punctual European trains, I have left a little piece of me behind in Brittany and am now back in London. I am enjoying a cider and a soak but would have much prefered a gentlman's company and a cider in a small little pub with great character! Any tall charming Brits care to take a travelling Canadian for a drink?
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Looks like an enjoyable time was had!
 
I got the tall part down, but am all American. We should coordinate our European travels better next time. I'm heading to Scotland in September and would love to meet you for a drink, a nightcap, followed by breakfast. :devil::kiss::rose::rose:
 
How Lovely

playm0mum said:
I have a fantasy that wont subside. I am in Italy and the heat is too much for me so I have been hiding out during the hottest hours in air conditioned cafes or having little siestas. At the place I am staying there is this picnic table I have to walk by through the garden to go to the road, many times a day.

My sarong would be tied loosley between my breasts, he would untie the knot and let it fall to the ground then lay me down on the table. It woud be at dusk, a beautiful warm glow in the sky, still light out but without the heat. In his hand he has my favourite strawberry popsicle. He lightly traces my lips and kisses me softly, our eyes meet and he tells me to relax, to enjoy it, he is taking me to the place I crave. His voice and sexy assurance make me melt and I get shivers of excited anticipation.

He stands at the side of the table close to my shoulders, we can hear people passing by on the sidewalk, perhaps they can catch glimpses through the shrub lined fence. He begins to trace a line from my mouth, down my chin, down my neck, between my breasts and then circles up and around the outer curve of each one. I can smell the sweet strawberry and feel the line of liquid left behind. He now follows the trail with his tongue. I delight at the sensation and can feel my inner lips react and my heat surge.

The contrast in warm and cold makes me go crazy and I can feel my dampness increase. After the first strawberry trail has been licked clean he continues, he continues all over. I can feel the power of the sensations and arousal take over my body. Periodically he comes up to my mouth and kisses me again. I can taste the sweet strawberry, my skin and his lips on mine. It is delicious.

My mind begins to release everything and is just focused on his touch. He reaches down to caress my hips while licking the curve of my breasts. He then traces lower, around my belly button, following the sweet sticky trail of melting popsicle with his tongue. He gives these little moans of satisfsction which I feel deep between my thighs. His arousal fuels mine. Down towards my landing strip, still leaving a strawberry line. He outlines my little patch and I feel my lips swell, I know they are getting puffy. He moves his body to the foot of the table and parts my legs to either side of the table, his view now of me laid out before him.

The popsicle is almost done and he traces up and down either side of my outer labia, closest to my thighs and I can feel my lips start to open on their own. Inviting him in. My hips begin to move. He stops and come around the table to kiss me. He then looks in my eyes with a playful glint and tells me to stay still. I am putty.

He walks back to the foot of the table pulls in a chair and slides my bum to the edge. He places my feet on the armrests and settles in. It makes me crazy with desire. I begin to ache and can feel my own juices begin to emerge through my folds. He starts to turn small circles with the popsicle over the top of my slit and then with one long deliberatly slow, deliciously slow movement, he slides the popsicle down my slit. I gasp, the moans escaping through my lips as my legs widen further. The popsicle is done and he then repeats the same motion but with his tongue. My cheeks flush, my toes stretch and I feel overcome with sensations.

My own juices now seeping out and the glisten of my velvety folds in the glow of the street lights behind the hedge cause him to sit back a moment and observe. His fingers tracing and opening, spreading the slipery silk all over. I am intoxicated with arousal and feel close to climax and he has yet to even touch my clit. I am secretly pleading with him to flick it with his tongue, to manipulate it between his thumb and index finger. But simultaneousy begging him to keep this slow pace as I don't want it to end.
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How Lovely to see your smile and that sexy, sexy body.
 
playm0mum said:
After a long day using very efficient and remarkably punctual European trains, I have left a little piece of me behind in Brittany and am now back in London. I am enjoying a cider and a soak but would have much prefered a gentlman's company and a cider in a small little pub with great character! Any tall charming Brits care to take a travelling Canadian for a drink?
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Very nice imagery!!
 
playm0mum said:
After a long day using very efficient and remarkably punctual European trains, I have left a little piece of me behind in Brittany and am now back in London. I am enjoying a cider and a soak but would have much prefered a gentlman's company and a cider in a small little pub with great character! Any tall charming Brits care to take a travelling Canadian for a drink?
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Damn, why I can't I be in London this week?
And that's Belgian cidre. You want cider? You need to visit the West Country, Devon, Somerset. Proper cider down this way. And some of our pubs have more character than you can shake a stick at.
And after the efficiency punctuality and cleanliness of European (mostly state owned) railways, I can only apologise for British (run for profit) train transport.
 
Should've asked, where else in the UK are you visiting, just so we can keep an eye out for you? 😇😇😇
 
Hope you have found a suitable playmate to occupy your spare time in the UK?
 
I love how the feelings of arousal, when allowed, can take over all your thoughts, cause an unwavering focus and take your body on a little escape. I am hypersensual; textures, smells, sounds and sights easily cause an inner stir which I often have to address.

The smooth skin of my labia, freshly shaved out of the shower is a texture I love. The delicate thinness of the skin folded around my inner pink, act as a little curtain, not much there but when gently explored and then opened can cause intensity to grow.

This smooth cool tile floor provided an added sensation against my warm body. I had some time to myself and shared surface with the soft rug and the cool tiles equally as I escaped with my arousal. I had Woman by Rhye playing, the windows open and the sun joining my fingers on my body.
 

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playm0mum said:
I love how the feelings of arousal, when allowed, can take over all your thoughts, cause an unwavering focus and take your body on a little escape. I am hypersensual; textures, smells, sounds and sights easily cause an inner stir which I often have to address.

The smooth skin of my labia, freshly shaved out of the shower is a texture I love. The delicate thinness of the skin folded around my inner pink, act as a little curtain, not much there but when gently explored and then opened can cause intensity to grow.

This smooth cool tile floor provided an added sensation against my warm body. I had some time to myself and shared surface with the soft rug and the cool tiles equally as I escaped with my arousal. I had Woman by Rhye playing, the windows open and the sun joining my fingers on my body.
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When I close my eyes, I can imagine myself there, watching you as you explore and enjoy, listening to the sounds of your breathing and how it echoes slightly off the tile floor....
 
playm0mum said:
I love how the feelings of arousal, when allowed, can take over all your thoughts, cause an unwavering focus and take your body on a little escape. I am hypersensual; textures, smells, sounds and sights easily cause an inner stir which I often have to address.

The smooth skin of my labia, freshly shaved out of the shower is a texture I love. The delicate thinness of the skin folded around my inner pink, act as a little curtain, not much there but when gently explored and then opened can cause intensity to grow.

This smooth cool tile floor provided an added sensation against my warm body. I had some time to myself and shared surface with the soft rug and the cool tiles equally as I escaped with my arousal. I had Woman by Rhye playing, the windows open and the sun joining my fingers on my body.
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I know the feeling when arousal pokes the mind! :eek:
It's interesting to follow your journeys around Europe. You are to far south and west though. ;)

Hot, sexy and very alluring pics as always. :)
 
playm0mum said:
I love how the feelings of arousal, when allowed, can take over all your thoughts, cause an unwavering focus and take your body on a little escape. I am hypersensual; textures, smells, sounds and sights easily cause an inner stir which I often have to address.

The smooth skin of my labia, freshly shaved out of the shower is a texture I love. The delicate thinness of the skin folded around my inner pink, act as a little curtain, not much there but when gently explored and then opened can cause intensity to grow.

This smooth cool tile floor provided an added sensation against my warm body. I had some time to myself and shared surface with the soft rug and the cool tiles equally as I escaped with my arousal. I had Woman by Rhye playing, the windows open and the sun joining my fingers on my body.
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I'm a huge fan of allure, you know.
 
1. I wanna be that bottle of mis-spelled cider. I could think of few places on this earth I'd rather be than betwixt your thighs.
2. I may not be a tall Brit, but come to Texas and I'll show you the cosmos. :D
 
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