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How dense is 24 hours? Part 1

Spent most of a day with Miss the other week. It's always amazing to me how dense a 24 hour period can be. It began when i arrived at her house, pausing to switch off the old mp3 and wrap the headphones around it. The usual protocol, popping it in my pocket before ringing the doorbell. Listening for the clunk of the living room door, the creak of floorboards, the snick of the lock. Hoping the neighbours don't pop out and force the kind of awkward small talk and polite smiling you have to make when you're a single man turning up at their single neighbour's house. There was a moment of panic, as there always is, when i wondered what she'd do on the other side. I'd asked for no anger (it makes me uncomfortable but can be Miss' default setting) and she came through. I was spun round inside at the door and my light shorts and thin shirt were swiftly cast down or open. Her hand goosed me grabbing my cock and balls and the other reached into my shirt. I obligingl...

Cheeky-hands protocol

Miss allowed her boy to be frisky and to sneakily stroke her bottom whenever she bent over in the house. She liked to feel him reach out and tenderly rub what he'd be kissing later. But such liberties needed to be properly managed and she instituted a new protocol everytime her boy rubbed her powerful bottom. Each rub was rewarded with him having to bend over, on a chair or just hands on a surface, back level with the floor. She'd then give 6 stinging slaps to each of his buttocks, an even dozen for his temerity.  As she pottered around in her kitchen, as she loved to do, he would take every opportunity to stroke her bottom. He did it because he worshipped her, and it. He did it because the attention pleased her. He did it because he loved to see her wiggle slightly as his hand tenderly rubbed. He did it to feel the warming comfort of her hands heating his sensitive rump.   He did it because if he didn't then she would make it 12 for each cheek. With the hai...

Painting the door

He entered her house, and gave her a big welcoming hug. She took this then spun him around to face the door. His hands she placed above his head, palms flat to the door, wrists crossed. Then she slipped her hands round his chest, unfastened his shirt buttons and wrenched open the thin fabric. Hands found his breasts and cupped and squeezed forcefully. When thumbs and forefingers gripped nipples, his heavy breathing became audible moans. She continued til the wriggling of his hips was sweet against her hips, squeezed up against him. From her pocket she produced two little pegs. Each swiftly adorned a fat sensitive nub and his moan for each was sweet to her. She fumbled at his trousers and undid the zip. Her none too gentle hands reached into his fly and wrenched out his swollen knoblet and his bloated balls.  'Stay there !' She went back and grabbed a bottle of hand lotion and squirted a generous dollop into her hand. She returned and her slick hand grasped his cock. ...

French knickers

Was wearing my new super thin running shorts on Friday. I said to Miss to feel how thin they were,  and she said "By God Sam, they're like French knickers. All you need is a trim of lace and you'd be there...' Which made me squirm happily. They didn't get a proper test run on the train though as some annoying old bloke sat right behind us. Boo! That said it was an interesting 24 hours (almost) as i suggested Miss try to get as many orgasms out of me as possible. She got me up to 7 with a final pair in the afternoon after the market. This impressed her, but it was your skill that did it my body was just along for the, very tiring, ride. For the record these were all hard orgasms not even any ruins. Miss- thank you so much. It's been 3 days since and have recharged. Woke this morning hungry as ever. Soon Miss I hope, please.