April 20, 2024.
Hello my dear readers,
First a warning: This is the longest Post I uploaded to the Blog so far
I am going to take advantage of some Pics of the Day to complete my account of the regular Posts in which I am currently telling you about the beginnings of my relationship with Francis, that way I can tell you about other erotic experiences that I had in parallel and that if I included them in the normal Posts would make you lose the thread of the main story about Francis.
For those of you who do not follow the normal Posts, I will tell you that in May being 23 years old I married Dan and in June and July we started a relationship with my husband's best friend, Francis, which would lead in late August to start a threesome sex relationship MFM, hetero style, meaning both guys for me.
My birthday is at the end of December, and in the last normal Post I am talking about what happened the next August with my husband and Francis, but in the past twelve months I also had sex with nine other men, so if I mix the story of those adventures with the main one the result would be chaotic, and that's why I prefer to separate those less intense stories, as Olaso’s, of the one about the relationship with my husband and Francis and I think the Pic of the Day is a good place to do it. I can't use the "GIF of the Week", since I don't have any videos from that long ago time.
, ,[[ Image 1. Above, photo taken by my husband before heading out for my second date with Paco in the summer when I was 23 years old; on the first date a few days earlier, he asked me to go to the second one with a shaved pussy, and my husband did it. There you can see the "easy-to-remove" dress that José Manuel gave me the previous year, by the way, it's a dress made to measure following José Manuel's instructions by a very famous seamstress in the north of Spain at that time. The center photo is from one of the Spanish playing cards in a deck of erotic cards published by a small publishing house I had worked for the previous year; I connected Francis with that publishing house to help him start earning some quick and easy money, and although Dan took that photo, Francis included it with his permission in the group of photos he submitted to the publisher, several of which were published in different decks of erotic cards (see for instance Post 125). I was so tanned because the photo was taken at the end of that summer, during which I spent practically the whole day topless on a beach in Calpe (Costa Blanca, Spain) with outrageously tiny bikinis, and sometimes I went - with Dan or alone - to a nearby nudist beach in Altea. Photo below, Paco took naked pictures of me at night all over his department store in Benidorm (another very touristic town on the Costa Blanca) and also others outside his stores, several of them naked dropping my dress when no one was around, then we went back inside and had an ‘extreme edge-play’ in his office. I'm sorry, but I can't post any of the ones he made me naked that day because the shop is well known in the area and easily recognisable, and Paco is the owner. ]]
So, let’s talk about Olaso:
At 22 years old I obtained an MSc degree in a branch of science and technology, and during the completion of the master's thesis, I had the voluntary and selfless help of a lab intern from the Fluids Physics department, Olaso, who helped me greatly with some necessary experiments, and more, for the successful completion of the thesis.
Olaso's family lived near the building where my family's apartment was located, and my mother and his knew each other from the neighborhood, so I had known Olaso (that's his last name, but everyone called him by his last name instead of his first name) for about five or six years, as he was only two years older than me. My mother liked Olaso, and Olaso's mother liked me, so the two of them "conspired" a bit to see if they could get us to start dating and maybe become boyfriend and girlfriend. Olaso was an only child and his mother treated and cared for him as if he were a kid, and his father was almost always absent as he was a merchant navy captain. Additionally, we both studied at the same Faculty, so with Olaso being two years ahead of me, he often lent me some notes and textbooks at the beginning of each semester.
In fact, the two moms organized some snacks in the afternoons where Olaso came to my home with his mom and other times I went with mine to his, and at the end of the snack, they encouraged us to go out together for a walk in a nearby public park. The first time we went for a walk in the park together I was 18 years old and he was 20, I think Olaso liked me quite a bit, but I didn't like him as much; I mean: Olaso was (and I suppose still is) a really handsome guy: light brown hair slightly wavy always very well cut, bright blue eyes with a sweet gaze, slender, fit, perfect teeth, over 1.80m tall (6 feet).
Olaso was polite, even courteous, with a friendly demeanor, always well-dressed in casual but good-quality clothing, well-groomed and shaved, always smelling of a masculine but not overly masculine cologne... if you know what I mean. He was a very good student, attentive to his parents, helpful, kind... in short, a textbook "good guy"... too much of a good guy and conventional for my taste; the typical guy that any mother would want as her daughter's husband... but at least "this daughter" didn't see him the same way, because his personality seemed a bit "soft" and very dependent on his mother, a mummy’s boy, so he didn't attract me in the slightest except physically. In other words, I would have fucked with him occasionally without any problem, but I would never have been his girlfriend, let alone his wife.
He was so handsome that in the Faculty the other students called him "Olaso the Handsome", or simply "The Handsome One" (“El Guapo” in Spanish); frankly, he could have been a successful Hollywood actor and stirred passions among women... if he had been a bit less conventional and had known how to act.
Olaso might have seemed a bit uptight, aristocratic at first glance, but the truth is he was a very affable and approachable guy, although his conversations were frankly boring and mostly centered around anecdotes from his studies and science-related topics... a complete bore, to put it bluntly. His dream was to finish his Master's and go on a stay of at least one year at a prestigious university in the USA.
Olaso admired the USA, and in fact, he dressed in a more American style than European, let's say like "elegant cowboy" style, and the truth is that given his physical features, that style of dressing suited him very well; he seemed like the good guy from some Sandra Bullock movie... it occurs to me that he had a certain air that perhaps reminded one of the actor Bill Pullman, although Olaso is slimmer and has a narrower head, but his expression of kindness and approachability reminds me of him.
[[ Image 2. Portraits of the “good guys” made with an AI-based graphics program, but which has many limitations at the moment. However, I can assure you that what you see here is a very faithful representation of how those guys look. When someone appears with me in a photo, I always hide their face so that it is not recognizable, but it has always frustrated me because I want the Posts I write to be as immersive as possible, in the sense that the reader, you, feel like they are living with me the adventure I am recounting, and seeing the faces of the other characters in the story is interesting for that. When I wrote the first Posts about Lalo a year ago, I censored his face as usual, but the idea came to my mind of making a kind of hand-drawn "police sketch" of him, with pencil and paper, and I uploaded it to one of the Posts, and I assure you that it resembles him more than the police sketches seen in crime movies One thing is to publish someone's face without their permission, which should not be done, but a hand-drawn or otherwise non-photo-based drawing is acceptable in my view. So, recently the idea came to me that instead of making hand-drawn sketches, I could use an artificial intelligence program, and so I did. AI is currently very overrated, there is a lot of confusion and misleading publicity, although it is really interesting and will be a revolution in the near future, but not yet, and I believe it will be a positive revolution. There is no need to be afraid of AI technology; one must be afraid of the humans using it... by the way, an AI as currently generated can never have "consciousness" - although it might appear to - due to the logical principles on which existing ones are based, but above all due to the type of microprocessors used; consciousness comes from elsewhere, but I'm not going to talk about that here. Well, despite its many limitations, I have been using a commercial graphics program based on AI, whose name I prefer not to say since I am "speaking not very well of it" by saying that it has many limitations. However, I have managed to recreate the faces of some of the characters that appear on the Blog, good guys such as Francis, Bernardo, Lalo, José Manuel, Néstor, Diego, Dean, Sir Ulf, Paco, and some others. The resemblance is not perfect, but let's say that if one of them saw their AI robot portrait, they would recognize themselves in it; we could say that the result shows someone who could perfectly be the brother of the one I want to represent, and I'm talking about when two brothers look very much alike. As you can see in this portrait of Olaso (Above at left), he was frankly very handsome when he was young, don't you think, girls? The rest of the portraits are Francis around 35 years old (he is much more handsome than in the AI portrait, but is close enough), José Manuel when he was 50, Nestor also about 50, Paco about 60, and the last one is Dean el Escocés when I met him in 2004, he was 40 years old. ]]
Well, the thing is that in the following two years he asked me out for coffee a couple of times or three, and since my mother was the one who picked up the phone at home when he called I had to accept... I said coffee... in a coffee shop downtown, and not to invite me to a couple of glasses or three of Baileys in a pub or a disco to get tipsy and have a quickie in the toilets, which is what I would have wanted.
Please keep in mind, although it may surprise you, that I went to the Faculty dressed as a "good girl", as a normal student, not provocative, and without makeup. I was only dressed in a daring way at times in summer, or better with little clothes, out of school time, when I came back from the beach and went to the Library or to the Study Room to meet Bernardo the janitor to have sex (I have talked about him a lot in this Blog, for instance in Post 11), but you know that the dress code on hot days in summer relaxes a lot and I did not stand out from other girls coming back from the beach. Besides, during my six years as a student I only had four brief "sexual skirmishes" with classmates, apart from my relationship with Nestor my eternal fuck buddy and with Bernardo the janitor, and a messy short affair with an Assistant Professor, but those skirmishes and two "affairs" were kept secret and my fame as an applied, shy, and boring, although pretty student remained intact. On the other hand, my slight limp made me lose attractiveness, glamour, at least when I was dressed...
Olaso and his mom saw in me that non-existent polite and shy girl, and not the slut that by the last year of Master with only 22 years had already had sex with about twenty different guys, with a bunch of them many times. I was a good student, but I was not what mothers mean by a good girl, but a slut proud of being one but not bragging about it or hurting anyone.
Even though I didn't give Olaso any reason to think that I was in love with him, because I wasn't attracted to him except physically, and not as much as you might think; However, I admit that I promoted some situations that could have been misinterpreted; let me explain: In January, when I had just turned 22, I became the kept mistress of a mature widowed lawyer, José Manuel, and naturally, we wanted to spend most of the weekends together, so on Fridays and Saturdays I would come home in the early hours of the morning. Naturally, my mother could have asked me uncomfortable questions about where I had been and with whom, because remember that she knew that I am, let's say, an 'easy girl', although she never knew how much of a slut I am. So, I came up with the idea of meeting Olaso and going out with him... but only for an hour to have an innocent and chaste coffee, and then I said goodbye to him and went to José Manuel's apartment, where I stayed having sex until the early hours of the morning.
That way my mother thought I had been with Olaso the whole time, because how could I tell my mother that I was the kept mistress of a 35-year-old widower? And so, if my mother and Olaso's mother met on the street and talked, it was true that he and I had met, and as for the time to come home, they weren't so friends as to get into that kind of detail, since if mine said I came back very late she would be accusing me to Olaso's mother of having 'bad habits' unsuitable for a decent girl, so in some way my mother covered for me in terms of the return time... Yes, I admit it, I've always been a bit twisted in my plans, I like to have everything tied up and well tied… and a plan B.
But because I called Olaso and went out with him for coffee with some frequency, he thought I had feelings for him. A couple of times he invited me to go to the movies together, but I did not accept, because for me that would mean losing three hours of being with José Manuel and I could not do that because my agreement as his lover included spending as much time as possible with him, and secondly because Olaso was a boring boy while with José Manuel it was eroticism and non-stop sex with a real man, and besides he is very "creative". Every time I met José Manuel on a Saturday or Sunday it was at least three fucks with huge orgasms, while during the week it was one a day, sometimes two.
In my almost seven months being José Manuel's mistress we had sex at least once practically every day, even on the strongest days of my period I gave him blowjobs, apart from the sex I had with other guys on behalf of his law firm.
Compare being able to spend a whole Saturday afternoon naked with a stud, José Manuel, and having three orgasms with him, with going to the movies to see Xanadu with Olaso and then having a coffee in a cafeteria downtown and then having him walk me to my front door like good guys do..... There is no comparison. However, using Olaso as an alibi so many times made me feel bad, so the blowjob I gave him at the end of May was a way to make it up to him, sorry for the spoiler.
Anyway, since early May, I didn't need him as an excuse anymore, because my mother and my brother were going away for the weekends to an apartment we had in a village near the seaside and close to the beach, while I stayed home alone 'studying', so I spent the entire Friday and Saturday nights sleeping with José Manuel at his apartment.
Olaso called me to meet up a few times from before I gave him a blowjob at the end of May, but I always made excuses not to go out with him; and since he misunderstood the blowjob, thinking I did it because I loved him, he looked for me and called almost daily in the following days to meet up, and I kept giving him excuses, I gave him the runaround, but a couple times I had not alternative and we met “for coffee”, I will tell you later, and by mid-July he left for a year-long stay at Stanford University, so we lost contact; one of the times we met was for.
Thank God, at that time there were no mobile phones or social media, and transatlantic phone calls were very expensive, besides the time zone difference, so he sent me three letters by air-mail from there, which I purposely took longer than reasonable to respond to, and for example, he only found out that I got married the following May through his mother, which was the subject of one of the most sentimental letters he sent me, he really was in love with me and knowing I had married hurt him a lot. I am sorry for him, but it was not my fault, the responsibility rests with him for harboring false hopes and for not expressing his love for me before going to the USA, as I would have clearly conveyed that I did not love him, thus preventing any misunderstandings; he misinterpreted our relationship, so it was his fault… I'll tell you more about that later.
Going back a few months again, Olaso finished his Master's studies two years before me, and while waiting to secure a scholarship for his coveted stay at a university in the USA, he worked as an intern in the Fluid Physics laboratory. In this role, he dedicated himself to collaborating on my thesis and helped me tremendously in achieving a Master's thesis that received the highest grade, which greatly contributed to my obtaining my MSc degree ranking among the top 10% of the best students of that year across the entire Faculty.
Olaso was helping me with my Master's Thesis from around March until I submitted it at the beginning of June, and during that time we would see each other in his laboratory almost always being alone three or four times a week. I tried to be very kind to him, which was very easy because he was a charming guy, and I noticed that Olaso was starting to fall in love with me seriously, or at least have a significant crush on me, even though I wasn't trying to seduce him and I treated him like any other classmate (I mean, the ones I didn't banged...). Anyway, I felt very flattered that the most handsome guy in the Faculty was in love with me, besides it suited me because he was interested and helped me even more with my work. However, I still didn't feel anything romantic for him, although being alone together for so long in that lonely laboratory I admit I got turned on a few times and the idea of having sex with him there crossed my mind…. well, more often than just a few times to be honest.
When we were together more frequently was in the months of April and May to finish my Thesis since apart from the experiments Olaso also helped me with the writing, and he himself made many of the figures and tables in the text. I remind you that at that time everything was written on a typewriter and there was no Excel or Word, as the use of computers for office work was still very limited.
But in those months, at the age of 22, I was also very busy with other personal matters; specifically, as said I was since January the kept mistress of José Manuel, the 35-year-old lawyer, and I did private services on behalf of his law firm for some VIP clients that he sent me to "keep happy" with the services provided by the law firm.... I was also still posing for Chema for erotic photos, for example for erotic and porn card decks, for the small graphic editorial house with which we had a contract, and in those months I also participated as a supporting actress : -D in two trashy porn shorts that the same publishing house made and distributed for sale in sex shops and gas stations in the region… and I also fucked the guy who was director-screenwriter-cameraman all combined a couple of times. Apart from that, I had sex from time to time with Bernardo the janitor with whom for the past six years I had a peculiar arrangement of sporadic sex in exchange for "insider information" about exams and other academic matters.
That is to say that in the months of May and June I had sex with seven or eight different men, maybe more, and with José Manuel I had sex almost daily because I was his lover and he desired me very badly; he used to say that I was his mare in heat and he was my stallion. With so much sex my hormones and reproductive instincts kicked in and in May I begged him to get me pregnant but after two weeks of trying "intensely" making love several times a day on the cusp of my fertile days, to my frustration he changed his mind so as not to ruin my life... he was right, but anyway when I had my next period I wept. So, I wasn't exactly in need of sex, although a lot of sex is never too much, but anyway why not reward Olaso with a fuck or two for his help and for being so nice to me? It seemed like the fair thing to do, and I kid you not.
So, I decided to indulge Olaso by having sex with me, and a couple of days after submitting my Master's Thesis I told him that I would like to meet that afternoon around three to chat and thank him for his help with my thesis, he accepted very glad. I chose the laboratory where he worked to meet, since at that time of the afternoon and not being in the academic period at the Faculty, there wouldn't be more people around, and besides, the laboratory remained locked until 4, although Olaso was working inside in the early stages of his doctoral thesis.
It was a wonderful Springtime day, so I showered and perfumed myself and put on a sexy but discreet sundress that José Manuel had given me a few weeks ago, and I wore a set of white lace panties and bra, a bit of a Midwest country girl style considering Olaso's admiration for the USA, and I discreetly applied makeup since "good guys" like him don't like girls who look like sluts, although many other men do; I believe I've always had a special instinct for knowing how to dress, style my hair, and do my makeup depending on the type of guy I want to flirt with or have a sex date with.
As I've mentioned, José Manuel gave me that sundress because it was very easy to take off; it's sort of a "tube of thin fabric" with an elastic band at the top held by a button at the back, and all it took was untying the knotted fabric belt and undoing that button for the dress to fall to the ground. Well, it had optional straps buttoned to the dress that I hardly ever used.
But there was a problem, as I was on a fertile day and although I had condoms to use on fertile days with José Manuel (the rest of the days we fucked bareback), it did not seem appropriate to bring a couple of them for my date with Olaso, as I did not want to disappoint him too much of the concept of "good girl" that he had of me, and good girls of that time did not go down the street with condoms in the handbag.
So I decided that the best thing to do would be to undress for him and show off, incite him to grope me, kiss him on the mouth, undress him, wiggle his cock a little, kneel in front of him, kiss and lick his cock and balls and then give him a blowjob from my menu, specifically I chose the "suction by pressure difference” which never fails according to the principles of fluid’s physics, very appropriate considering the lab where I was going to suck him (one day I have to tell you about my various blowjob techniques), with that technique he was going to cum for sure and I thought it was the right one because he would be surprised and a little nervous to see what I was going to do to him, and that it was possibly the first blowjob he had ever had in his life (I was right), then I thought about asking him to masturbate me with his fingers because I did not think he was the kind of guy who wanted, or knew, how to “eat a pussy”.
The truth is that as a token of appreciation I could have given him a fountain pen, which is what a good girl would have done, but I thought he would prefer that I sucked and suckled his pen unloading it to the last drop, which is what a good slut would do.
Olaso didn't know why I was coming to see him, but he might have been thinking that my mother had told me to give him a branded fountain pen like "Parker" or "Inoxcrom," and he expected to see me walk in with a small package wrapped in gift paper from the city's most well-known stationery store. However, when he opened the door to the laboratory, he found a girl smiling mischievously at him, carrying nothing in her hands, not even a handbag.
As soon as I entered, I greeted him warmly, took his hand to break the physical barrier - it was the first time we had physical contact - and led him to an area between the fluid machines and the workbenches. I got very close to him, our faces almost touching, looked into his eyes, and with a mischievous smile I said something like: 'Olaso, I want to thank you for everything you've helped me with regarding the thesis and for all I've learned from you. It's been a pleasure and an honor for me to be guided by the most handsome and friendly guy in the entire Faculty, as well as the hardest-working and most knowledgeable in fluid physics. To show my appreciation, I'm going to give you a gift that I'm sure you'll never forget.' And before Olaso had time to say anything, I took a couple of steps back, looked him straight in the eyes, undid the knot of the dress belt and the back button, and let it fall to the ground.
He was like paralyzed by surprise and with wide eyes just said in a breathy voice: "Aura, what are you doing?" without answering I seductively approached him and said: "Will you take off my bra please?" and I turned around so he would undo my clasp. I'm sure it was the first bra he had ever unfastened, because it took him longer than usual to get the hang of it and he was trying to touch my skin as little as possible; I dropped the bra to the floor and turned around to show him my tits which were already turgid and with hard nipples.
I displayed myself in front of him with my hands on the back of my neck and said, "Do you like them? do you want to touch me?"; I think he thought I was joking or something, because he didn't decide to touch me, so I took his hands and brought them to my tits. Olaso gasped and exhaled a sigh of pleasure and just said, "Aura, Aura!", I brought my face close to his and said, "Pull my panties down please", and this time he had already understood that it wasn't a joke, he released his hands from my tits and pulled my panties down and bent down to help me take them off my feet, at which point I brought my hairy pussy almost touching his face.
He sat up panting and flushed with excitement, I took one of his hands, spread my legs a bit ostentatiously and brought it to my pussy and he began to caress my pubic hair but without trying to finger me, so I directed two of his fingers inside me and said: "Do you notice how wet I am? That is because I want you" And so, with his hand on my pussy, I brought my mouth to his and kissed him deep... and do you know what I realized when I kissed him? Well, Olaso was a virgin, and I was the first girl he had ever kissed and groped. How could a healthy, handsome, intelligent guy from a wealthy family be a virgin when he was 24 years old?
I'll tell you the answer to the last question in the above paragraph: 'Religion'; his mother was a devout Catholic, at least externally, and Olaso accompanied her to mass every Sunday, as his father, like mine, was a sailor and therefore hardly ever home. Once, when I went with my mother and brother to the funeral mass of a neighbor, I noticed that Olaso went to receive communion, which meant he was also a devout Catholic and was not 'in sin'... meaning he hadn't had sex, not even masturbated, since the last time he confessed... What a good boy, don't you think? Not like me, who was and still am a slut and a sinner. Olaso was the kind of guy who has a girlfriend and doesn't have sex with her until the wedding night... Can you imagine me married to a man like him, no matter how handsome he is? … Right, you can't.
Olaso had already committed mortal sin (so stupid idea) by touching my tits and pussy, so whatever we did next was not going to make things worse but maybe just cost him a few more Hail Marys in the penance the priest would give him when he went to confession, so he kissed me again and then launched into nibbling my tits and sucking my nipples while groping and "exploring" me up and down in a frenzy, and fingering my pussy decisively and without shyness.
I was also groping him over his clothes and reached into the bulge in his pants, and as soon as I made an attempt to take off the T-shirt he was wearing, he took it off himself and began to undo his belt, but I took his hands away from there as I wanted to be the one to pull down his pants and take his hard cock out for air with my own hands. So I did and I got a very pleasant surprise, as his cock was as beautiful as the rest of his body.
His cock is quite a bit longer and harder than I had imagined, about 20 cm (8 inches) from the base at his lower belly, traced by fairly pronounced veins, but without protrusions, and he had little pubic hair of a light brown, almost dark blond colour, and very soft and silky and hardly any curls; his body in general had hardly any hair at all. His cock is of a slightly higher shade of colour than the rest of his body, straight and thin as a broomstick and comes out of his belly pointing upwards at a considerable angle which I would say is about 30 degrees.
Of course, Olaso had a tight full foreskin and from the top of the foreskin protrudes a rather long piece of gathered skin fully hiding his glans, and it didn't look like the easy kind of foreskin to roll up without hurting the guy, which meant that Olaso masturbated very little (poor guy). His balls are small, hard, and almost hairless and they were very close to the "root" of his dick, from where a very hard and marked cavernous body comes out and goes all the way to his bullet-shaped glans, that's typical in slim and very sporty men, plus of course he has a pubis without a drop of body fat, which makes his penis look even longer…
As you can see, I'm talking about Olaso's and his cock in the present tense, not the past, because since then we've met several times, although very sporadically, and we've had sex. The last time was in 2019 and yes, a change has occurred in Olaso's cock: now his foreskin can be rolled up very easily. Olaso has remained single all his life, as I believe I've been the only woman he's been in love with, although he's had several relationships. What happened is that shortly after returning from the USA when I was 23, he looked for a job in Madrid, I think to distance himself from me and thus suffer less for not being his. And there he still lives (he retires in 2025).
There is no doubt that we will meet again for sex someday. Most likely he will call me when he has retired, and I suppose he will want us to "celebrate" together, and of course, I will accept. And if he doesn't call, I will call him.
Yes, indeed, at 23 I was almost a cock expert because by then I had already played with about twenty of all shapes and sizes, and I can appreciate the aesthetics of a "beautiful cock", although most of them are not that beautiful, but whether they are pretty or not has no influence on the pleasure they can give a girl. And by the way guys: size matters but not as much as some of you think, in my opinion the most important virtues a good cock should have are stiffness and hardness, that are not the same thing.
In my extensive experience enjoying cocks, almost eighty so far, the better looking a guy is the nicer his cock is, while ugly guys also tend to have aesthetically unattractive cocks, although they can be wonderful cocks to fuck, to impale or to be sucked. An exception is Lalo, who being frankly ugly, nevertheless has one of the nicest cocks I have ever enjoyed, and certainly the best of all impaling my ass.
[[ Image 3. Two of the “bad guys” in my life; two AI portraits of Lalo and Sir Ulf. They look even more like them in reality than the “good guys” in Image 2. So you can see here in the same Post the face of possibly the nicest guy I've ever had sex with, Olaso in Image 2, and the meanest of them all, Lalo here in Image 4. Although Lalo is ugly and a bastard, and he mistreated and humiliated me badly, I would have sex with him again right now. Lalo is an ugly bastard and has a “bad guy” face, while Olaso is handsome and nice and has a “good guy” face, they are the opposite in almost everything... but they have in common a thing: two of the most aesthetically beautiful cocks I played with, though number one is Dean’s -not Dan’s, but Dean’s, “el Escocés”-, you can see his AI portrait at the bottom right in Image 2. Concerning Sir Ulf he is not really a “bad guy” really, but is thought, a bit sadist, and lives BDSM as the real thing; as you know I was his submissive “for real” (not as RP) in 2015-16, he abandoned me, but I still consider him as my Master, if he calls me to serve him again I will go right now, and I am talking seriously. ]]
As for the blowjob I gave him, frankly there's not much new to tell: after kissing and groping each other for a couple of minutes, when he was already rock hard and I noticed that the skin of the foreskin on the tip of his cock was already wet with precum, I did the right thing: I knelt in front of him, kissed and licked his balls, and then I licked the shaft until I got to his glans from which I didn't try to remove the foreskin so as not to hurt him.
Olaso took a deep breath and emitted a kind of grunt of pleasure, and every now and then repeated: ‘Oh! Aura...’ in a low voice, I touched with my tongue the tip of his cock feeling the smell and taste of sex of a man who has not been able to wash since he took a shower in the morning, because he did not expect what I was doing to him. That's the thing about pulling down a guy's trousers to give him a blowjob on the fly, that the guy doesn't have a clean dick, but I've never been repulsed by that, it's more that I get off on that ‘macho’ taste and smell, and besides, once you run your tongue with saliva over the glans and then suck once or twice, any cock is clean and tasty, although I know that other girls are disgusted by that and only give blowjobs if the guy has just washed himself, but that way you lose spontaneity and a lot of opportunities.
I looked into his eyes for a moment with my languid gaze and said: ‘I like you Olaso’, and I wasn't lying but I was referring to his body, and he answered in a whisper: ‘Aura I like you a lot, I love you. What are you going to do to me?’ and I should have answered him - the first blowjob of your life - but what I did was to put his cock little by little in my mouth until it was all the way inside and when it was all inside I looked into his eyes for a few moments. That always impresses and fascinates guys: to see how his cock has disappeared all the way into a girl's mouth. He instinctively grabbed my head with his hands gently, but firmly, and started to fuck my mouth with slow reflex movements like most of the guys I've given blowjobs to while kneeling in front of them.
I was sucking decisively and increasing the pressure and duration of the suction little by little, I was suckling him, and by mere difference of pressures between the content of his balls and the tip of his cock the semen has no choice but to rise, it's pure physics... but very pleasant. Olaso moaned in pleasure, repeating my name, and immediately I began to feel his body tighten and his cock get even harder and starting to throb, and soon his cum spurted out in a steady stream, not in gushes. Olaso shouted my name and then gave a sort of roar as he filled my mouth as I was reducing the suction pressure so as not to hurt him.
Most guys pull their cock out of the girl's mouth immediately after cumming, it's instinctive as they feel helpless when they realise that their once big, hard and proud cock is now small and squishy inside a place full of teeth, but Olaso wouldn't pull it out and wouldn't let go of my head so I swallowed most of the cum so as not to let it fall to the floor through the corners of my lips.
When he pulled it out and I had it directly in front of my face I noticed that his willy, while not erect, looked also very nice, like te one of a classic statue but a bit bigger. The rest of the little cum that had remained in my mouth unswallowed I dropped in my hands and rubbed it on my pussy and tits as I sometimes did until I started to swallow it all because Francis asked me to do so more than a year later; Olaso watched wide-eyed as I smeared his cum lustfully (it really was that), and he just repeated my name with various intonations of amazement.
At that time, we girls didn't usually swallow all the cum, nor did the guys ask for it; Francis was the first one to ask me to do it, but soon it became common practice, probably due to the influence of porn movies. At that time in Spain swallowing cum was called ‘oral completo’ translated as ‘full oral’, and for example even seven years later it was a ‘plus’ in my file at the Club where I worked as a ‘hostess’ for almost seven months for Lalo, while most of the other hostesses didn't do it.
As to why I have been so successful in giving blowjobs throughout my life, it is not because I have a special technique at all, but because guys realise that I enjoy giving blowjobs as much or more than they do receiving it: that's my secret, and that's why there have been a few guys who got literally ‘addicted’ to my blowjobs.
Coming back to Olaso, I have to say that his cum has a very good taste, fresh, and the density was perfect, and it is almost luminous white. Spoiler Alert! : The last time I gave him a blowjob was in 2019 and his semen is still delicious and very white, but with age it has become more liquid, it's something completely normal... yes, I have indeed had a few more sporadic encounters with Olaso, and I hope to have a few more.
I got up and clung to him, for I was already horny as hell, and he kissed me passionately (there are many men who don't want to kiss the girl when she still has the taste of his semen in her mouth). I took one of his hands and directed it to my pussy, and he put his fingers in and masturbated me with little skill as I was the first girl he had ever done it to; however, I was so horny that I came straight away, I reckon in less than a minute.
Then we kissed again, he held my face tenderly and I smiled at him, and he said: ‘Aura, you are wonderful, I really liked what we did, I love you’, I smilingly replied: ‘I liked it too, it was wonderful, I love you too’ and I went to one of the taps on the work tables to wash my pussy and tits and dry myself with the roll of workshop paper, as the toilets are in the corridor outside the lab... remember that it was the Fluids lab! If it had been the Electronics lab, I don't know what I would have done
Then, when we were about to get dressed, he asked me something very sweet and made me feel very flattered, and besides, he wasn't the first guy to say it to me: Olaso very shyly asked me if I could please give him my panties, and he told me that the next day he would buy me another pair, and I gave him a kiss on the mouth and handed him the panties and the bra. In my experience, I have been asked that by guys who were virgins and I was the first girl they had sex with, and they had always had the fantasy of keeping the panties of the first girl they had sex with. Years later, Olaso confessed to me that he had masturbated many times “with” my panties, because cumming in my panties was a bit like cumming inside me.
Next, we got dressed... well, I just had to put on the sundress I was wearing, and we said goodbye with another kiss, and I remember he said: "See you tomorrow, dear Aura, I really like you, I love you," and I responded with something similar. Those "I like you," and "I love you" that I also said two or three times that afternoon were the reason for a misunderstanding, as he interpreted it as me being in love with him, which was not the case. I know very well that I am a slut in the exact definition given by the Oxford dictionary, but I believe I am nice, sweet, empathetic, and polite, as well as a little romantic, and I don't like to lie or hurt anyone, especially someone with whom I have just had sex, which is the most intimate and beautiful thing two people can do.
But having been raised in Venezuela, my way of speaking was much sweeter than that of Spaniards, the Spanish spoken by Europeans, Spaniards, is harsher than that of Latinos, and possibly that polite sweetness was interpreted as me feeling something for him that went beyond the physical.
The phrases "te amo" (I love you) and "amor mío" (my love) are used much more frequently and openly in South America than in Spain, where "te amo" is often associated with being romantically in love, whereas, for example, in Venezuela, it simply expresses affection. For Olaso, I felt physical attraction, sexual desire, and affection, but I didn't love him.
I have spoken several times about this indeterminacy of the concept of love and its nuances in different languages and in different regions of those languages. For example, José Manuel was both surprised and pleased that the first time I had sex with him, five months before this encounter with Olaso, I used the word love several times; but I have already talked about that in previous posts. Over the years, I lost my musical and sweet Venezuelan accent, and I suppose now I speak with the somewhat rough and monochord accent of northern Spain, although some guys have told me that my way of speaking still remains sweet.
Some readers tell me in amazement how I can remember in detail things that happened so many years ago, but it is not really something so amazing, since for example here I am telling you what happened in ‘the first blowjob’ I gave to Olaso. And since this atypical Pic of the Day is also dedicated to Francis, I will tell you that of course I also remember perfectly well the first blowjob I gave him in a threesome with my husband, and also the first one when we were alone, but in the following twenty years I gave him ‘many hundreds of blowjobs’, and logically I don't remember all of them, even more considering that sometimes I was tipsy while I was doing it.
I can tell you that in Lalo's time, for example, when I was 29 years old, I had sex with guys in one of the ‘alcoholic orgies’ -that's what he called them- that Lalo organised with four or five of his friends in which I was the ‘star of the party’, the only girl, and I don't remember almost anything of what I did or with whom, because I had already had enough to drink when I arrived with Lalo at the party, but after a few days some of the attendants came to praise me and thank me for having done this or that to him or for having let me do this or that -possibly with the hope that I would do it to him again- but I didn't remember anything... not even him.
I want to say that although I have consumed alcohol quite socially, in the vast majority of occasions when I've had sex I wasn't under the influence of alcohol, and that night or the following day I've written it in my intimate diaries, and if something peculiar happened, I write about it in more detail. By the way, once again I have to reiterate that, although especially when I was young I drank quite a bit, always socially, I have never taken any drugs, not even a puff of a joint: never; I have never done it and I never will. I have never even felt curious about it. Being a hypersexual woman, my drug is sex, and I'm sure it's better and healthier than any other non-natural drug.
For example, this first blowjob I gave Olaso takes up almost a page in my diary from that date. Keep in mind that I have photographs of many sexual encounters, and even videos of the most recent ones, so the memory is even fresher.
Anyway, of course the conversations I reproduce here are not verbatim, as I can't remember in that level of detail, but the writing captures the idea of what was said. For example, Dean el Escocés told me a few days ago in an e-mail how aroused he was the first time he fucked me: it was in the first threesome with my husband, when I was frolicking with him in the preliminaries in his bed and my husband left the bedroom (he did it on purpose to leave me enjoy and cum alone with Dean) and I whispered in his ear: "Fuck me Dean, I beg you, cum inside me and fill me with your semen, I need it". ... We had only met in person less than an hour before, so he was amazed at the ease and eagerness with which I gave myself to him and how he could tell how eager I was for him to fuck me and cum together, he says that was when he realised that I was indeed a slut, a hotwife by the book, and a “delicious floosie” as he sometimes tenderly calls me; but mind you, according to him those were my literal words (I believe him, as I've said something very similar to other dozens of guys).... and that happened in June 2004, more than twenty years ago! Things that make a special impression, especially pleasant ones, remain etched in the mind.
[[ Image 4. Logically I don't have any photos of the blowjob I gave Olaso in the lab, that's why the photo above “represents” quite reliably what I did to Olaso in the Fluids lab; but WARNING! It is not a real photo but a ‘collage’ I have made, not using an AI but my usual graphic editor, merging the photo of a Fluid Mechanics lab downloaded from the internet and that looks very similar to Olaso's, with a photo in which I am giving a blowjob to Dean the Scot in 2007. Dean's body and Olaso's are very similar, and of identical height, although possibly Olaso was thinner as he was 24 years old while Dean in this picture was 43, they are the two most handsome and attractive men I have ever had sex with. In the two photos below you can see me with Dean before and while giving him a blowjob in a threesome with my husband; the bottom right photo is the one I have used for the collage above. In 2007 when these photos were taken Dean and I were in love; as regular readers of the Blog know, he has been the only man in my life, besides my husband, that I have ever been in love with. ]]
That night, I wrote in great detail about what Olaso and I did that afternoon in my intimate diary, and in doing so, I realized that Olaso had been in love with me for a while but hadn't told me, and that by performing oral sex on him, I had made him think that I was in love with him. That's why in the following days I avoided meeting him and didn't answer his calls when my mother told me that Olaso had called asking for me. I wasn't a mature woman, just a 22-year-old girl with some sexual experience, but ultimately almost just an inexperienced kid in social behavior in complex situations like this. I was convinced that by performing oral sex on Olaso, he thought I loved him, and I didn't know how to tell him that it wasn't the case, and that for me, having sex with a guy doesn't mean anything more than we had fun together, because he wouldn't understand.
I also couldn't disillusion him by telling that I was the kept mistress of a mature man thirteen years older than me, José Manuel, or that I had already had sex with almost twenty different guys and lost my virginity eight years earlier, because I'm sure it would have hurt him a lot if I had told him, and also being such a “mother's boy”, there was a high possibility that he would tell his mom with tears, and then she would tell my mother that I was the lover of an older man and a slut. My mother knew very well that I had had sex with other guys, but she thought it was only with one or two, but she never imagined that I was the kept mistress of a mature lawyer or that I had sex with ten times more guys than she thought.
For all those reasons, I hid from him and didn't meet him again for several weeks, but one afternoon Olaso showed up at my home to talk, and I had no excuse not to go with him for 'a coffee.' Olaso wanted to tell me that in a few days he was going to a university in California for a one-year stay and didn't think he could come back during that time (at that time, the price of a round-trip plane ticket from the USA to Spain was very expensive), so he wanted us to stay in touch by letter, as the time difference and the expensive transatlantic phone calls made it unfeasible to stay in touch otherwise.
By the way, as soon as we arrived at the café, Olaso gave me a cloth bag from a well-known lingerie store in the city center, inside which there were two beautiful and very expensive lace lingerie sets, one white like the one I gave to him in the lab, and another sky blue. I was truly moved by his gesture, and the fact that he had dared to enter a women's lingerie store to buy something for me, and I thanked him emotionally (I really was) and gave him a kiss on the cheek, but nothing more.
Throughout the conversation, I avoided making any allusion to what we did in the laboratory or to any feelings, and even though I was friendly and approachable, I didn't kiss him, take his arm, or have any physical contact. I insist, I was friendly and approachable with him, even affectionate, but like an old friend, not like someone who is in love with him, and above all, I was very careful not to use the words "love, like, and want." I gladly accepted that he wrote to me and shared his experiences, we chatted about trivialities, and he accompanied me back to the entrance of my home. There, Olaso attempted to kiss me on the mouth to say goodbye, but I naturally avoided it and gave him "a chaste kiss" on each cheek.
Olaso returned from his stay of over a year in the USA in October, when I had been married to Dan for just over four months and Francis and I started to have daily sex separately of Dan for one month, and threesome sex with my husband often. One of the first things Olaso did upon arriving in Spain was to call my parents' home to inquire about me, and my mother gave him the phone number of my workplace instead of my private number.
Let me explain a little: As I mentioned before, my mother would have liked me to marry Olaso, but that desire only lasted until she met Dan. When we started dating seriously and I introduced Dan to my mom, she realized that Dan was not a mama's boy, but despite being only 26 years old, he was a man with a strong personality, authoritative but fair, very educated, and with clear ideas, one of which was that he loved me with all his might and was a man who would always protect me, whereas in Olaso's case, it would be more like I would have to protect him, and my mother realized all this and was always very happy that I had married Dan.
That's why when Olaso called asking for me, my mother worried that he might jeopardize my marriage, because I'll tell you frankly: Olaso is much more handsome than my husband, who, although he is more physically attractive than average, doesn't hold a candle to Olaso. I haven't made an AI composite of my husband because you've already seen his uncensored face in some photos on the Blog, the latest in Post 125, but in summary, I would say that physically he's a mix between Tom Hanks when he was young (not currently), Mel Gibson, and George Clooney. But when I met Dan, who was 25 years old, the person who came to mind instantly was Mel Gibson in "Mad Max," but around 35, he looked more like Tom Hanks in "The Money Pit," and by 45, he was more like George Clooney. So, you get an idea of the type of physical man I'm referring to.
However, Olaso is more like a Bill Pullman as I mentioned before, or even a Brad Pitt but with less mischief and more sweetness in his gaze. Furthermore, I dare say that Olaso is, from a purely physical beauty standpoint, even more attractive than Brad. Olaso is undoubtedly the most handsome man I've been with, but not the one I've liked the most, as you know that's Dean el Escocés. Dan, my husband, is the man I loved, and love, the most, we are kindred spirits from and for all eternity.
Olaso called me, and we arranged to meet in the early days of November to have a drink together to celebrate his return home and catch up on our lives, please remember that he already knew that I was married. At that time, I had a very busy life and very little free time: lots of work from Monday to Friday, posing every evening for Francis, sex every day with Francis and with Dan (though less often with him than with Francis), a threesome meeting with them every Friday night that sometimes extended throughout the whole Saturday, plus Francis worked in the temporary artist's studio in our living room seven days a week from 7 in the morning to 9 or 10 at night, Sundays included. Apart from posing for him many nights, I usually spent several hours posing, especially on Sundays, while Dan studied preparing for his tenure-track Professorship at the University.
While I was posing naked for Francis in the early days of our relationship, before becoming lovers, we were both constantly horny and flirting with more and more daring and intimate conversations, including allusions to the physical attraction we felt for each other and the desire we had to have sex again at the next threesome meeting with Dan. Also, don't forget that from the first time we had a threesome Francis used to also be naked and with a boner while I posed for him and from time to time he would come over and we would kiss and grope each other even intimately, I would even wiggle and suck his cock a bit from time to time to keep him hard, and he would suck my tits and touch and even kiss my pussy but without cumming, though we had some edge-play and both were in the brink to cum a few times, but Francis didn't want to go any further and for example fuck me without Dan being present, and that was until a few weeks later when Dan persuaded Francis to have sex with me alone; it was about a month before my meeting with Olaso.
Let's say that before starting to have sex the two of us alone, Francis established a psychological limit to feel that he was not betraying Dan with me, and that was that as long as neither he nor I came, there was no cheating on Dan, but the rest was allowed, although for example he never wanted to put his cock in my pussy except during threesomes, not even if it was only for a few seconds, even though I tempted him by proposing it and spreading wide my legs for him (yes, I am such a slut), because he knew that if he did that he couldn't resist fucking me and cum together.
Furthermore, at that time when Francis approached me to lick and suck his cock a little, it was he who took it out before he came. In this regard, I will tell you something intimate about Francis: I have previously described his cock in other Posts and you have seen it in a lot of photos on the Blog, Francis's cock is very straight when he has a hardon, but already the first time we had sex during a threesome I learned that when he is about to cum it takes a curved upward shape and starts throbbing, indicating that the cum is raising from his balls and the cumshot is already unstoppable.
Thus, while I was sucking him I always tried to get his cock to start curving but to my frustration he always took it out of my mouth before that happened, but at least I tasted his delicious precum... and you know I really enjoy edge-play, the more extreme the better, though I always let the control of the situation on the guy's side because once horny I am not able to have any control.
We did this whether Dan was studying in the other room or away from home, for example at work or on weekends on his morning bike rides, and when Francis and I had the most extreme edge-play it was when my husband was away. Even on one of those occasions Francis rubbed his cock on my pussy but without penetrating me; I have always admired his self-control, and this despite the fact that Dan had clearly told him that he had free rein to have sex with me even if he was not present.
However, from the moment Francis and I have sex alone for the first time by mid October, we began having sex at least once a day, and we slept together many nights on the mat where I posed, or directly in my marital bed, while my husband studied until late hours of the night in the room next door and often ended up sleeping on a folding bed there so as not to wake Francis and me. On Saturdays and Sundays, I spent more time with Francis than with my husband, and for example, on a typical Sunday, I would have sex with Francis at least three times, while only once with my husband.
That wasn't at all because Dan had low sexual drive, but because he spent most of the day and night studying, and even went to work many Saturdays and Sundays for laboratory experiments, leaving Francis and me alone at home. My husband secured a tenured University Chair in a highly competitive examination with other candidates at the age of 29, but he achieved it by working very hard and obsessively over the previous six years, and by ensuring that his wife, me, had much more and better sex with his best friend than with himself, something that Dan had planned even before marrying me so that I would be sexually satisfied and allow him to study without me constantly disturbing him demanding sex.
He knew perfectly well that I am hypersexual, although at that time those terms were not used, nor were such medical conditions considered, so, loving me as much as he does, he wanted my strong sexual desire to be fulfilled, and who better for that than his best friend... but I'm repeating myself, forgive me.
Let's say that before starting to have sex the two of us alone, Francis established a psychological limit to feel that he was not betraying Dan with me, and that was that as long as neither he nor I came, there was no cheating on Dan, but the rest was allowed, although for example he never wanted to put his cock in my pussy except during threesomes, not even if it was only for a few seconds, even though I tempted him by proposing it and spreading wide my legs for him (yes, I am such a slut), because he knew that if he did that he couldn't resist fucking me and cum together.
Furthermore, at that time when Francis approached me to lick and suck his cock a little, it was he who took it out before he came. In this regard, I will tell you something intimate about Francis: I have previously described his cock in other Posts and you have seen it in a lot of photos on the Blog, Francis's cock is very straight when he has a hardon, but already the first time we had sex during a threesome I learned that when he is about to cum it takes a curved upward shape and starts throbbing, indicating that the cum is raising from his balls and the cumshot is already unstoppable.
Thus, while I was sucking him I always tried to get his cock to start curving but to my frustration he always took it out of my mouth before that happened, but at least I tasted his delicious precum... and you know I really enjoy edge-play, the more extreme the better, though I always let the control of the situation on the guy's side because once horny I am not able to have any control.
We did this whether Dan was studying in the other room or away from home, for example at work or on weekends on his morning bike rides, and when Francis and I had the most extreme edge-play it was when my husband was away. Even on one of those occasions Francis rubbed his cock on my pussy but without penetrating me; I have always admired his self-control, and this despite the fact that Dan had clearly told him that he had free rein to have sex with me even if he was not present.
There is a nuance that I want to clarify, and that is that you see that I say things like "when Francis and I started having sex alone", but I don't say that at that very moment we became lovers, because I clearly differentiate between the two concepts. In my life I have had sex with many men after marriage without my husband being present, and that's not why I consider them my lovers, but rather flirts, patrons, special friends, fuck buddies, etc. I had all of those throughout my life. But I only consider as my lovers for some time, ranging from a few months to twenty years, José Manuel, Francis, Lalo, Dean, and Sir Ulf, meaning that out of the almost eighty men I've had sex with so far, I only consider that five of them have been my lovers at some point, besides my husband, of course.
Speaking specifically about Francis, he and I had sex for the first time in a threesome with my husband at the end of August when I was 23 years old. Shortly after, Francis and I had sex alone for the first time in early October, but we didn't become lovers per se until January, when I had just turned 24.
Even my husband, Francis and I, along with two witnesses, performed a sort of "Lovers' Ceremony," including signing documents. We simply called it "The Surrender" or "The Surrendering," in which Francis formally asked my husband for permission to share me with him. My husband consented with the only conditions being that he protect and care for me as if I were his legal wife and replace Dan in all respects when he was absent. I agreed to be his partner and "surrendered" to Francis; from that moment on, it was "almost" as if I had two husbands for twenty years. As I mentioned before, there were two witnesses, who are a married couple, friends of Dan and Francis since childhood, who also signed the documents. And by chance, at the end of this month of June, that couple and Francis are coming to spend a weekend with us at our house in France.
We exchanged gifts; I gave Francis a Tissot automatic watch, which he still wears to this day. Francis gave me a series of framed portraits of famous scientists, which have been hanging in the main entrance of our house ever since. Francis and I also gifted Dan a set of Montblanc pen, pencil, and fountain pen, with the clips engraved with the date of the Ceremony and "With gratitude, F & A" (initials of Francis and Aura, of course). And Dan gave Francis a SLR Canon A1 camera -he still keeps it-, and to me a gold necklace with the clasp engraved with the date of that day and 'Carpe Diem'… typical of Dan. Then, the five of us went to have lunch at a very nice restaurant, Dan paid, and afterwards, Francis and I went on a "Lovers' Honeymoon" for a week in Dan’s Dyane 6, touring the most historic and ancient cities in northern Spain, staying in the best "Paradores Nacionales" in the area - I recommend that you Google "Paradores Nacionales in Spain," you'll be tempted to visit those places. By the way... the honeymoon with Dan just nine months before was only four days. ,
[[ Image 5. Three photos in threesomes with my husband and Francis years after what I'm narrating here, I was 33 or 34 years old and Francis and I had been "officially" lovers for over ten years. In the first photo Francis is at the right of the photo with his cock pointing upwards and Dan at the right with his cock pointing downwards. In the second and third photo Francis is fucking me and my husband took the photo, he loves to see me fucking with other guys, and in special with Francis, but also years later with Dean, and Sir Ulf while he was impaling me. They were taken with one of the first digital cameras that came out, it was a Kodak DC40 with 750x500 pixels with a file size about 0,15 Mb (my husband told me all these data), all of the digital cameras back then had pitiful photographic quality; the originals are in color, but they look much better in black and white. ]]
I'll give you one more piece of information: due to family reasons (Dan's parents' insistence), we baptized my daughter - Dan didn't attend the baptism - and Francis was and is my daughter's godfather. When my husband was away for a conference or visiting a university or research center abroad, which happened often, Francis and I lived together in my home or his from the moment he had one. That's why Francis lived with me for almost seven months when, at the age of 29-30 and having recently given birth, my husband was leading an international research project in Paris. And also, at the age of 38-39, I lived with Francis for three months in his house, trying to get pregnant by him.
Indeed, I've been a woman with practically two husbands for twenty years. But I have to say that while I've always been romantically in love with my husband, I was never in love with Francis, and he was only in love with me during a brief period, but I cared deeply for him as a friend and desired him as a lover; I can say that overall I felt more sexual
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It was a wonderful post, Aura! And you look so beautiful in that beautiful dress.. but seeing your pussy, I lose my mind and all I want to do is rub my big cockhead on your slit!
I am flattered!
Aura
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Hello Alfredo,
I've noticed for a while, through your comments, that you are a good guy, like Olaso.
I contributed to "awakening" Olaso, and since he had sex with me that first time, he started to stop being a boy and become a man. I believe I helped him develop as a person, and furthermore, Olaso and I had sex many other times over two years. What happened is that he was in love with me, but I wasn't in love with him, and just as I can differentiate between sex and love, he couldn't, so when he realized I wasn't going to fall in love with him, he went to Madrid to try to start a new life far from me.
The lovers' ceremony with Francis was something really morbid, even kinky, very erotic, and also with those two friends as "witnesses"; of course, those signed papers (I have them in my files) have no legal validity, but it was fun to have that ceremony, and also that way Dan and Francis's group of friends officially knew that Francis and I were lovers without cheating on Dan, as he himself "officiated" the ceremony.
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze it's great testimony i get it from my naughty teacher 😍 thanks 😊...it was very fun ceremony I don't know why inside this there's idea there...but is very naughty ceremony.. it's rare to find this in life now..but I'm exciting to play that
First photos of you show your external beauty. Yet think you are more beautiful on the inside. Yes fear the scoundrels who desire to misuse ai for chaos, financial gain, etc.
Hi Nick,
You always so kind with me!
Yes, we have to be affraid of all fhose greedy psychoptahs eager to loosen the dogs of war to their own material profit. They will always misuse any technological advance for their own mean goals, from a donkey jaw to AI. They don't care about the suffering and death of others.
Kiss
Aura
Aura, you must know by now that I think your beautiful and would give anything to be with you. The pictures of you where your pussy is shaved are my favorite ones of you. You look so very beautiful even when your dress is down.
I am so flattered!
"Even when my dres is down"... which happens very rarely!
Kiss
Aura
OMG I love the untanned area!!! Sexy young lady!!!
Aura
You are stunningly beautiful with a perfect tan! You combine all desirable features of many nations into one gorgeous display!
you also have the best advantage of progressing beautifully like wine! Pretty whenever, wherever while maintaining good sexual stamina and flavour.
A catch I'd say!
So I can do one post but I just want to emphasise the significance of both posts. The story line and telling was very smooth and I enjoyed your attention to detail plus your sound memory of events. It's long but flowing and want to thank you for sharing your lovely memories.
What encouraged you to type all that ? Was it hand typed or voice typed?😋
Hello K,
First of all, I want to thank you for the compliments you give both to my body and to my way of writing; in the first three photos of this Post, I was a 23-year-old young woman, while in the ones from the last image, I was twenty years older. Regarding my physique and staying relatively fit over the years, I suppose my genetic inheritance has something to do with it, but also the fact that I have always liked taking care of myself, not overeating, and exercising. In fact, food doesn't interest me more than to satisfy hunger, although I try to eat healthily without being obsessive. I could say that I have always been much more interested in fucking than in eating. Additionally, by medical prescription, I have hormone replacement therapy based on a hormonal implant every six months, because a problem I had as a child in my right leg would be a disaster for me if I suffered from the bone loss typical of menopause, so I have never experienced menopause itself, and my sexual capacity and desire are the same as that of a 40-year-old woman... and one who is sexually very active. Besides that, I am a "non-pathological hypersexual" woman, which has made sex one of the most important things in my life: sex is my passion. So far I had sex with almost eighty different men... and counting.
As for what I write and the details of my adventures, I really believe that I do not have an amazing memory, but since I started having sex, I write down everything I did every time in my intimate diaries, which I keep in a locked trunk because there are dozens of notebooks classified by years. Additionally, also from a very young age, I have always enjoyed posing nude, and even at some stages of my life, I have been a professional model for several artists (part-time, and not a realy good model, just a third class ne, a wannabee), so I literally have "tens of thousands of photos" and hundreds of videos, in all formats, and in all periods of my life... logically, I have more videos from more recent times. Just look, in this Blog I have upoloaded almost 1800 photos, and you can see about 50 snippets of videos in the dating side of AFF. All this has contributed to me having a fresh memory of most of my sexual adventures, although I don't remember a few because I was too tipsy.
You also ask me why I write, and I will answer you: As you can see in my profile, I am looking for a special friend for a heterosexual MFM threesome relationship with my husband, and that friend and I will also be lovers and have our encounters just the two of us. My husband and I thought that instead of telling each possible "candidate" what we are looking for and our experience in the subject, it would be better to tell some of those threesome experiences in a Blog, and in that way, instead of repeating those past adventures to each candidate, we simply tell them to have a look to the Blog. What happened is that as I started writing posts I started to analyze my feelings and the evolution of my personality over time, and that interested to me a lot. So little by little, I started telling more and more... and here you have me.
A kiss,
Aura
@Mibelayze Thank you so much for that detailed answer and I'm actually grateful for the time and thought you put into it. Not many people here do that and it's very refreshing to know that people of your mind set are here and contributing positively and intelligently. You certainly have made a lot of people if similar mind sets or virtues feel confident and less excluded.
Also I wish I had you but I don't..... at least not yet😋
FYI, 81 could be my new lucky number 😉
@katifdynomite
Thank you for your kind words. One of the things I'm most interested in about the blog is interacting with readers and followers, which is why I enjoy responding in detail to interesting questions that are asked of m, like yours. And regarding the 81 thing, I understand what you mean, I think , and it seems like an astonishing number for a guy... girls have it better and I'm "only" at 76
@Mibelayze Thank you for thinking I could have had 81, I thought you had 80 and I was going to be the lucky number 81😉, which is farfetched I know based on the geographical location. However, you never know what could happen especially people like us who value chemistry beyond the physical boundaries. If you're around I'm vey interested in chatting with you and get to know more about who I believe could be the diamond in the rough.
My chat room is good times dynomite
Good Times Dynomite
@katifdynomite
Ah, wow, if I had misunderstood about the 80's, sorry. The next one will be 77, that's why I usually say “almost 80”
As for what you tell me, I'm flattered, but I'm looking for someone who meets “all” the conditions I describe in my profile, and for starters you live in UK. I wish you good luck, and I'll see you here in the comments of the Posts, or when I come back to do another show with the webcam I've done two so far, and I'll do another one this summer.
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze I wish more ladies are like you but I know for a fact there aren't and they can be counted on fingers in every country. Wishful thinking I know, but I hope there are more who agree with you and have your astonishing charisma.
I have yet to see a lady who says what you said about females having it better confidently.
I want your advice regarding my profile please. The pictures, the statements, the details etc.... How could I improve my chances of attracting lady here?
@katifdynomite
Hi, first of all thank you for your understanding.
Regarding your profile, I went to the AFF dating site and saw it, although I couldn't see the three photos in your album, only the profile one, because I'm not a paying member.
Anyway, I'll give you my opinion as a woman who sees a profile and some advice.
First of all, your profile doesn't say much about you. Women are curious and like to see personalized profiles. You should talk more about yourself because saying you're 'open-minded, chilled, funny and down to earth' doesn't say much, honestly. Talk about what you're looking for, whether it's something casual or more stable, if you're single, divorced, or married, if you're willing to travel, your preferences in relationship topics... in short, make it clear what you're looking for. Although it may seem presumptuous, take a look at my profile and you'll get an idea of what I mean.
Another piece of advice is to change your profile photo. For starters, if you're single or divorced, why hide your face? And I recommend that the profile picture be more formal... very few girls are initially attracted by a guy's pecs, that's for a later stage; I recommend a bust or full-body photo but dressed, either in casual but quality and serious clothing (no T-shirts with 'funny slogans' or even better, in a suit: the equivalent for a woman to the attraction a man feels for a woman in lingerie is seeing a man in a suit.
I hope I've helped you.
Kiss
Aura
You are hot!
Aura
Wow you’re beautiful
Aura
Absolutely gorgeous
Aura
Hello there ...jUST JOINED
Welcome to the Blog! I hope you enjoy reading about my adventures and seeing my photos. If you want to know more of anything or more info you can write a comment in any Post and I will answer you with pleasure.
Kiss
Aura
What a dream
I am flattered!
Aura
Byooooteful shot aftea a full day on the nude beach. Nice!
Yes and thanks for the compliments!
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze You're welcome! I just being honest, you're HOTTER than Penelope Cruz!
@Carmelo2754
I am so flattered!
Very sexy and hot
Aura
Just Lovely
Aura
She is so sexy
Aura
Your story is fantastic and very hot at the same time!! Loved your adventures in and out of bed through out your life! When younger, I was much like you except male "smiling"
Thank you for your kind words. I'm glad to hear you have a 'busy' life; it's more commendable being a guy, we girls have it easier
Kiss
Aura
Very nice read and great photo's
Aura
I seek for a serious sub to be under my feet of training
@Mistressfet5 Sounds good to me. What is the first serious command?
Muy buen retrato con inteligencia artificial, me veo guapo! Yo opinaba que la inteligencia artificial es solo necesaria para quien no tiene de la natural pero creo que me equovocada, ! Que cosas!
Ya te contare un poco sobre IA y te enseño como se usan un par de programas 😘💋
@Mibelayze
Que bien se te da eso de la tecnología!
Aura, no se si te has dado cuenta pero me parece que el final esta cortado o ha habido algun problema cuando has subido el post. Por cierto, estoy impaciente por leer la continuacion
Hola David, sí, en efecto, se ve era demasiado largo y el sistema lo ha cortado al llegar a un número de palabras. Voy a subir la parte 2 cuanto antes, seguramente esta tarde o mañana, para que se pueda entender bien el conjunto.
Gracias por avisarme
Un beso
Aura
Once again a very intriguing and erotic read with great content and a deep insight into your life and experiences. I must say that like a priceless fine wine, you have only become more amazing with time.
Thank you very much, and I'm thrilled that you enjoyed reading this adventure where so many friends, flings, lovers, and my husband are intertwined. The pity is that the text I uploaded was too long, and the system cut it off when it reached a certain number of words or characters, so the ending becomes incomprehensible. This afternoon or tomorrow, I'll upload the second part and include the end of the first part so that everything fits well and is understandable.
Kiss
Aura
Los retratos estan muy bien pero creo que deberias haberles puesto todos a la mis,a edad, por ejemplo tengo la impresion de que Nestor era mucho mas guapo con 25 años que con 50… creo yo 😀😉
N 😀😀
A veces digo que soy una exhibicionista, pero !anda que tú!...
@Mibelayze
Tienes razón, pero a mi siempre me ha gustado exhibirte a tí, ya lo sabes.
¿Te acuerdas de la disco cutre de Gorliz? Durante seis meses tuvimos bebidas gratis a cambio de que bailaras desnuda en la tarima una horita las noches de los martes, y no solo eso !sino que además te ganaste buenas propinas de los clientes! Menudas tajadas nos cogimos los dos, y gratis! Y además sacabas para pagar la gasolina JAJAJA siempre has conseguido sorprenderme.
Aunque no soy realmente tan exhibicionista porque no voy a contar "todo" lo que hiciste allí... ya me entiendes O ¿igual quieres que lo cuente? Total de lo mismo, nadie más que tú y yo y otros tres leen los comentarios en español, tu marido, JM y quien es Davidmontroy?
Muy buenos Posts estos dos últimos, cada vez escribes mejor y tu inglés es impecable.
Besos nada castos, yo no soy como Olaso
N
@RotsenOgimautb
Mejor no cuentes aquí algunas de las cosas que hice con el dueño en el almacén, y con aquél tío maduro que se encaprichó de mí y me tomó por lo que yo no era (bueno, siempre lo he sido un poco) y a tí por lo que no eras, pero tu no le sacaste del error y me convenciste de que aceptara su proposición, verdad "chico malo"?
@Mibelayze
Bueno, sin quere ofenderte, puntualizo: yo no lo era, pero tú sí lo eras ya por aquél entonces ¿o es que se te han olvidado tus "andanzas" con Carlos en Venezuela y el tipo de acuerdo que tenías con él?, ya sabes, en ese tema si lo has sido una vez lo eres de por vida
@RotsenOgimautb
No me tientes, a ver si despés de 43 años voy a empezar a serlo contigo...
@Mibelayze
NOOO! Por favor! LOL
¿Porqué no?, si eso significa que te veo más a menudo acepto.
N
@RotsenOgimautb
Gracias , pero ya sabes muy bien que yo no hago eso nunca a mis amigos y quiero que conste aquí por si alguien lo lee, aunque lo dudo. Errs un chico muy malo!
Un beso
Aura
Let me do that for you baby
Aura
Quite a few spots to pause and linger here. Sort of like your description of edging. Lol... 😲 And a great set of pics as well. 💕
Hi Paul,
Thanks for the compliments. I already have the Part 2 prepared, I will upload it in a couple days, one Part1 have been assimilated
Kiss
Aura
I forgot! You can read in detail about some extreme edge-play I had with José Manuel in the Posts 91 and 92, and with Paco in 93 and 98
Your prose are amazing ….not to mention your memory….aaah the diary haha….fabulous pics what man could resist you….just stunning x
Yes, the Diaries... and the thousand of photos
And thank you for the compliments!
Kiss
Aura