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Happy International Sex Workers day.
On this day, let me voice my love, appreciation, and support for all of you. ♥️

Tomorrow is my birthday! 🎂
Greetings and love welcome! Gifts are not necessary.

Ladies, a preference?
And yes, I have hockey playing beavers on my socks.

There must to be a word for horny and impatient. Suggestions?

G’night ♥️

Sitting by the fire. A simple pleasure, warm, peaceful, and together. Warming my soul, while warming my feet. ❤️

I notice you at the gym, I would definitely take little glances, hoping to make eye contact, then sharing a smile just for a second. And then a second shared smile, this time a bit longer.
I put down the weights I'm holding, pick my knapsack up off the floor, and walk towards you. You have a bit of butterflies in your stomach. I introduce myself "Hi, I'm Paul", pausing, you share "Gemma". I continue "I find you to be very physically attractive. I'm going for a coffee now, join me, so I can see if who you really are matches your good looks."
Your thoughts are racing! I'm attractive but older, maybe a bit too old but fit. God, it's been a while since you've been pleasured by a man and you are horny. It's just coffee, but no, with an opening line that forward, it isn't just coffee. You smile, pushing a few strands of hair off your face, stammering out "okay, my gym bag is in my locker." Me: "Go get it and I'll meeet you here"
Going to get your bag you are suddenly self conscious of how very sweaty you are, wet hair, clothing, and not smelling fresh. You choose to keep me waiting, just giving yourself a thirty second wipe with a damp towel and putting on dry clothes.
There is a little cafe' just around the corner with a patio. The weather is perfect for this early spring day and luckily, a table is available. Conversation is initially about working out, non-threatening and superficial. Then about you, your studies, your passion for animals. Then about our favourite pets. Sharing.
Your calf cramps up. You jump up to walk it off. It passes and you sit back down. I say sit down so I can massage it for you "to clear the metabolic wastes out". You know it's that I want to touch you. You want that too. You feel that tingling and warming in your groin. Your heart rate goes up just a bit.
My hands feel good. I'm paying attention to pressure and direction. When I hit a sore spot, I notice the change in your breathing, the wiggle of your foot, and adjust to your preferences. You let out a little moan when I find a tight ball of muscle. You become very self-conscious because it sounded very sexual. I look up at you and smile slowly and widely.
I say "I only live a block and a half from here, come home with me." pausing, then rising and picking up both of our bags. So presumptuous. It wasn't even a question. Yet, you find yourself standing, accepting me touching you on the shoulder directing you which way to go.
As we turn onto the sidewalk, I pause and explain I need to make a one minute phone call. I take a couple of steps away for privacy.
It really was just a block away. The building is an impeccably maintained, solid, colonial era, five story building.
The door is held open by a gentleman, who politely addresses us "Buenos dias Doctor e Signorita". Once again I direct you to the stairs with a light touch, this time on your waist. You notice. Presumptuous but welcome. "My flat is just one flight up"
The heavy, old wooden door is unlocked. Entering, you know why I made the phone call. Soft music is playing, candles lit, and champagne in an ice bucket and two glasses out.
I close the door and walk to be there, right in front of you. "I'm going to kiss you" I say as I bend in. The first kiss is always magical. Only a few seconds, but if it's right, you know. It's right.
I pull back for a moment, us just gazing at each other, drinking in the moment, connecting. I gently cup your face with both hands and kiss you deeply, gently walking you against the wall. You put your hands on my wrists, keeping me kissing you. My body is against you. Hot, wet, deep, tongue, lips. It's right. You can feel I'm hard through my pants, pressed into your flat stomach. It goes on.
I stop, hold your gaze, and ask "Would you shower with me?". Without an answer, I take your hand in mine, leading you into the flat. Old wood and dark leather, but if the draperies weren't drawn, it would be bright. A man's place. The bathroom is a contrast, large, flat black marble tiles with little flecks of white and pink, and a large glass shower enclosure with multiple shower heads.
I kiss you again, lifting your shirt over your head. Wow. You are one of those rare women who is better looking undressed. Kissing, I grab your breasts through your sports bra, slipping my fingers underneath, lifting it up and off. I make eye contact, looking for hesitancy on your part. There is none. I cup your right breast with my left hand, and gently kiss your left nipple. I take it into my mouth as it hardens. I flick my tongue over it, then around your areola.
We separate and fully undress. Our bodies slightly surprise each other. I'm fitter than you expected, but have white chest hair, marking my age. I'm from an age when women had pubic hair, and it still surprises me when they don't.
I hold the shower door open for you, following you in, taking a good look at your hips and rear. Perfect. I turn on the water to all of the shower heads. I hug you from behind, kissing you on the neck, one hand across your breasts, the other on your lower stomach. You press back into me. My hand drifts down. You are smooth and wet, where your wetness starts and the wetness from the shower ends is impossible to know. Gently, up and down on your clit, and up and down. You reach back grabbing me, I couldn't possibly be any harder.
"May I wash you?" I ask. You smile. I turn off the waterfall showerhead, take a bar of soap, and start at the back of your shoulders, working down. I lather you up down to your knees, even sliding the bar between your cheeks. Using my hands, I lather the back, including your bum, until you are clean. I move you around to rinse, then wash the front. I linger on your breasts and between your legs, playing.
Your turn to clean me. You've been with guys before, you've fooled around in the shower with them, but you've never washed them. It feels a bit awkward, but quickly is normal. You enjoy my manliness, firm body and cock, just washing them.
We rinse off well and I turn off the water. Hmmm, there are two towels out. I dry you, bending in to kiss you, letting my hand spend a good two minutes stimulating you. Good, caring, strong, experienced hands.
I lead you to the bedroom, lying you on your back. I kneel beside the bed, burying my face in your thighs. First gently, slowly increasing, tongue and mouth, fingers and thumb. Your hands on my head pulling me in harder. Of course you cum. I know what I am doing, I’m 54 not 20.
As you catch your breath I climb onto the bed, and then on you. Kissing, you can feel my penis up against your pussy. You reach down and run it up and down your slit, getting it wet and slick. You position it by the opening and I’m in.
Still kissing, I start slowly going in and out. Your hand is still down there and you start touching your own clit. Both of us are going a bit faster. Our breathing is getting ragged. Harder, faster. Fuck you need this! Already you start to cum again.
“Oh Gemma, oh fuck Gemma…” and we cum together, collapsing happily, satisfied. Just lying there, together, intertwined, touching.
I rise, “Champagne?”

You catch my eye at Oktoberfest, pretty, fit, spilling out of your top…
I smile at you, you smile back. You are across the tent, but come over to ask us for our beer order.
While my buddies order you can tell I am attracted to you. You catch me peeking at your chest. Sometimes it bugs you. Right now it makes you tingle.
I ask your name. No one ever asks your name. “Monika”. Hi Monika, I’m Paul.
You blush just a bit. Instant connection. Positive mojo between people happens.
You bring us steins of beer. Every time you come over you feel it and I feel it. Undeniable attraction.
It’s 7:30pm, your shift is ending. You come and ask us to settle up, as you are saying that you are focussed only on me. I ask for a recommendation for really good schnitzel. You know a place near your place. “Would you like to join me for dinner?” I ask. You look down for a moment, unsure if I mean join us or just me. I read your mind “Just us”. My buddies saw us smiling at each other, and you are spectacular. They know where I want this evening to go.
We leave, you still dressed in your little checked dirndl, walking and chatting. It’s just small talk but the energy and flow is great.
It’s a bit chilly, I drape my jacket over your soft shoulders. Our first touch. The eye contact after the touch left no doubt that we like each other.
The schnitzel house is like a chalet, but overdecorated almost to the point of tackiness. You order for us, the wooden platter for two. It arrives quickly with two pilsners and a small bottle of schnapps.
You pour a couple of shots and say “Prosit” downing your drink. I’m just staring at you, sitting back in my chair, thanking my lucky stars. I tell you just how close to perfect this feels, making you blush again. I drink my schnapps. You pour more.
I squeeze plentiful lemon on the Weiner schnitzel, some spurting on your breasts. You wipe it with two fingers, pausing, putting them in my mouth. You stab a bratwurst with your fork, making solid eye contact, you take the end in your mouth, biting, a bit of juice sliding down your chin. You know what you are doing to me, so you laugh.
Excusing yourself for the washroom, I settle the bill.
You return to the table. I slip my jacket over your shoulders while standing face to face. My right hand slides down to your left hand “Let’s go “.
I lead you out of the chintzy chalet, pausing when we exit because I don’t know the way.
We walk hand in hand to your flat.
Inside the door I move on front of you, pushing you back into the wall with a kiss. Nothing hesitant, deep, hot, and wet. Tongue. My hands are on your dirndl just below your breasts. You are into it, fully and passionately kissing back, our bodies together. My hands move to your ample bosom pushing up and in. Kissing. My hands slightly fumbling with the lace string that holds you in. It’s undone and with two hands I pull it open.
I push up on your breasts and they are half out, hard pink nipples out. I take them in my hands, pinching, pushing in. Our bodies pushed together. Kissing deeply.
I tilt my head, kissing the top your neck, then lower, then the notch at the top of your breastbone. My hands still on your breasts, teasing your nipples.
I move to kiss your nipples, pushing them together. God, your breasts are phenomenal!
You push me away, grabbing my hand, taking me to your bedroom.
You stand in front of me and adjust your dirndl to be a Demi-bra, smile dirtily, and kneel in front of me. You whip off my belt while I kick off my shoes, and you drop my pants and boxer briefs in one fluid motion.
My erection makes you smile. You take it in one hand, taking the head into your mouth. What a visual, you on your knees, sucking me, with those tits spilling out.
You reach between your legs as you suck me. After a very horny couple of minutes you rise, reaching under your long dress, removing your panties. You turn away from me, bending over the bed, ass in the air. You look back at me “well?” as you lift your skirt.
I touch you, soaking already. I’m ready, your ready. I enter you, grabbing your hips so I can push and pull you as I thrust. And thrust. And thrust. Faster.
We cum together, me in you, you on me. We lie down, just gently touching.

The forecast was wrong. You went for a run not expecting wind and rain off the channel. Shivering, you get home to me. I give you a long hug and whisper “May I draw you a bath?” You look up and smile.

Filling the tub, I add a little baby oil to the water. I love the smell and the slickness. The water is hot, it will be slightly painful to get into, especially with your very chilled skin.

You enter the bathroom naked. Stunning. I feel a familiar tingle and my thoughts shift. Not yet. I give you another hug, this time with a long and deep kiss. I can feel just how cold you are. “Tea?” I ask. You smile.

Minutes later I return with your cuppa and a chair for me to sit beside the tub. The cold has penetrated your feet and is causing a foot cramp. I sit on the edge and massage your foot and calf. It passes. Touching you, seeing you in the water is making me want you. I stand, bend to kiss you again, then undress.

I slip in behind you, you supine on my body. I nibble on your ear, then bite your neck. My hands move to your breasts, grabbing, pulling you into me. You twist your neck to kiss me. My left hand pulls your face to mine. I bite your lip then kiss you. My hand moves into your wet hair, grabbing, tilting your head back, biting your neck again.

My other hand slides down to between your legs. You lift your knees to give me better access. First, it’s just a few firm strokes on the outside, then two fingers split your labia and are on your clit. Rubbing, but not hard yet. I release your hair and wrap my arm around your chest.

Your face, your hip movements, your breathing tell me to speed up. You are really pushing back into me, my erect penis. My left hand now on your clit, my right hand enters you, two fingers. My fingers are hard and fast against your clit and gspot. You cum, hard.

I use my toes to flip the lever to drain the tub. I’m still rubbing your button and my fingers are in you. The water drains to half full, I stop it. I grab the baby oil from the edge and give a very generous squirt on your torso. Rubbing it into your skin, making sure a lot gets between your legs.

I reach under and push myself into you. I firmly hold your hips, moving you slowly up and down, you helping with your legs. Your hand moves to your clit. Faster. Sawing at it. Fucking. You cum again. You’ve always been fast. You reach under and grab my balls. I finish in you.

I ask if you are warm enough, slipping out from under you. You want to soak longer and enjoy your tea.

I towel off, looking at you, your beauty, thinking what a lucky man I am.

❤️

Guys night out, drinks, more drinks, strip joint? Yeah! Drinking, flirting, hanging out, girl watching. The club was slow, and there were more women than guys. Most of the guys were just looking, so my group, who aren’t afraid of spending money was popular. I was approached by an Uber fit, high energy redhead with a direct attitude. Her name was Riley. Gorgeous green eyes. Petite. She was wearing a forest green bra and panty set that suited her perfectly. I indicated I would take her upstairs but it had to wait as I just ordered a round for the table and it was my turn to pay.

She hung out, chatting, partially because of the promise of money, partially out of boredom. We clicked, we really clicked. We move to a quieter table just to talk, her on my lap, possessing me. We weren’t in a rush.
I know from our chatting that Riley is fully bisexual, loves tall busty blondes. While sitting facing out on my lap, in public, one of her coworkers is dancing right in front of us. Yup, Riley's crush, the epitome of tall busty blonde. Riley fingers herself while on my lap, watching her, while rubbing against me. I was playing with her nipples, her breasts. The busty blonde is staring at Riley, with her back to the guy she’s dancing for and starts to masturbate, too. It was so fucking hot. My connection with Riley and her connection with the other woman.

Riley told me that she is willing to leave with me for $500. I declined. We settled on an hourly rate for vip, as opposed to by the dance. I prepay for an hour. I head back to my table and say good night to the guys.

Riley knew I wanted to open with a three song strip. First song no nudity or touching, just dancing and touching herself. Second song, topless, with her touching a little more. Third song naked, but still largely dancing, but close enough for her to put my hands on her hips, her breasts, and to suck my fingers.

I’m sitting quite properly, and that doesn’t suit what’s next. She grabs my jeans near my knees and yanks me into a slouched position. She climbs on me, facing me. What happens next surprises me. She starts making out with me. Fuck, the girl can kiss.

We just make out for a few songs. I’m touching her. She’s touching me. No boundaries.

I need a drink, I’m drinking a rum and coke, she’s drinking Rev. There is no rush. She moves beside me, cuddled up to me, sipping her drink. Her hand is on my upper thigh. Her busty blonde crush just finished dancing for another guy and is just outside the private room, the waitress was there too. The room has a one way mirror, we can see her, she can’t see us. Riley is staring. I asked Riley if she’d like busty blonde to dance for her. She smiled.

I get up, adjust my hard on in my jeans, and go to the door. “Excuse me, can I talk to you for a sec”, she comes in and smiles on seeing Riley. “I’d like you to dance for her“ as I take some money out of my wallet. They kiss and touch immediately, turning on each other, largely ignoring me.

Blondie leaves, and Riley comments how hot that was and hopped back on my lap in reverse rider. She’s bent forward so her clit was on my bulge, which also means I can see her asshole. I really like assholes. I can feel my excitement growing. She can too.

Riley pivots to start making out again. She was giving me a handjob through my pants. She undoes my belt, loosens my pants, and continued giving me a handjob while we make out. My hands are everywhere but inside her. I’m focussing on her clit, her reaction was positive, to say the least.

Riley pulled my jeans and boxers to my knees. She reached for her purse and started to take out a condom. She unrolled it onto me. She climbed on in cowgirl, squat fucking me, slowly riding, getting me fully in, deeply kissing.

The waitress walks in with our drink order without knocking. She acted as if we weren't even there. We stop and have a drink.
I get naked. Straight legged, she bends over at the waist, her hands on the back of the couch. No words were needed, as I moved behind her. She reached under and put it in. She just started backing into me, me helping with my hands on her hips. I started humping her vigorously. I’m staring at her glorious body, but mainly her ass.

I move to sit slouched on the couch. She spreads my legs and backs into me. She squatted onto my very erect penis, bent forward, her hands on my knees. God, Riley has great endurance and coordination. Up and down, up and down. I am helping at first, my hands under her hips, but her asshole, her pretty puckered asshole is calling my name!

I gather some spit, and rub it on. As she goes up and down, I’m teasing the outside of her hole. Then I increase the pressure, still in a rubbing motion, and my finger goes in a bit. Riley looks back at me and smiles the dirtiest fucking smile. She resumes squatting, up and down, up and down. My middle finger is fully in. I start working my ring finger in, too. In and out, in and out. I can feel my fingers on my penis through her body. I cum.

Riley quickly pivots. Puts me back inside and resumes making out with me.