Masseur Extraordinaire [2]: Canterbury Tales

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Masseur Extraordinaire [2]: Canterbury TalesAwesome attractive Anne Does a Dozen With the Whip at Midnight by Full Moon at Campus near Canterbury CathedralFreshly found friend & elder b*o Phil invites me along to London next European Go Congress in Canterbury. After our luch meeting at a terrace in Namur in the francophone eastern part of Belgium, where only choice in beers is from strong till very strong indeed, just like the iinteresting impact of his hot short sexy spicy stories on submission of great gals to the whims of his whips & heaving hips. As we learnt with lovely looking Louisa from his arousing exposé about his curious custom-built portable massage table with leather straps on the form of hand- & ankle-cuffs at all four corners, it never fails to get them off harder than they ever experienced before.For a fortnight we are hosted at the local Campus on a hill overlooking old town and its Cathedral, famous from the ancient erotic Tales by pilgrims, composed by Chaucer centuries ago. The Cathedral towers over the centre and dominates the skyline at the Western horizon. Unfortunately for Louisa, she is still stuck half-way her acadamic thesis on recent Asian History, seen from modern feminist historiographers point of view, as she is getting lost in discussions at Amsterdam University between radical lesbians’ slogans like a few of them below:”Sex is a political issue, like Love. One doesn’t bed one’s oppressor, Do you, horny honeys over there?””Love between Men & Women is a Myth: Let’s Re-write History to start Her-Story & Conquer University at all Levels of Power:From Professors to Deans & Full Board!””Lesbianism in Love is an unavoidable outcome for every sexually liberated wise woman and great girl!””Our beds are the main theatres of battles in the ongoing war between the sexes, after Adam betrayed & left Eve in Eden”We didn’t miss miss lovely Louisa for long, as awesome attractive Anne from France caught our eyes once more. As she always does, when she pops up at Congresses or some lovely long weekend tournaments. She loves them on our yearly calender of ‘Tournois de Grand Prix’, like Easter in Paris, Ascension’s in awesome Amsterdam and Whitsum’s in Hansestadt Hamburg or some Château in provinence of Nantes. Like only once in the centuries old “la Perverchère”, at the top of a long slow sloped hill with a lawn like in Londons Wimbledon.For atmosphere and a more even distrution among both sexes, we both prefer those in France, like ‘her’ EGC of 1987 at another Campus:Université de Grénoble: Baking in the late Spring or early Summer sun, several séduisantes Françaises, des amies des joueurs dans les salles dedans, leurs soeurs et pétites filles en bikini, monokini ou complètement sans! Car nous sommes entre güvenilir bahis nous, en campagne, buvent du Champagne.In our smallish cultural nice niche, speaking several European languages is very common. Many are fluent in even three or four. Mighty minds, playful for puns across some borders of tongues, or proper public polite propositions. Some best known are from a famous double-tongued-in-cheek song by Charles Aznavour, or another one is a running gag & standard-line of the Pink Panther-movies, which we quote from memory:”Do you have a massage for me?”asking the always awesomely attractive receptioniste in his hotel near the place of the filmed fun in a ‘Crime Passionel’after apparently a Corporal Punishment.”You are for me, for me … for-mi-daaah-ble!” or “Shut the door, je t’adore!”, see the songon YouTube, in the link in my first self-commentGiggling, Anne fondly remembers the cocky confusion in her hot hometown of Grénoble, nobling at the wildly descending fleuve Isère the entrance to the Alps”Tu te souviens, mon Pitèr, t’étais là, cette matin. Nos mecs tous tombés en réflectionsquand nos Nancy et Laura, seulement trente, les deux emsemble, habilées en micro-kinisdémandaient à tous: Mister did you see our little pussy? We both lost ours, you know!” Strange glances, frown fronts, some winks and many denials, was all they got for answersAs their little kitten has went astray that first nice night of long love at our common Campus!Both looked like vintage virgins: slender, shyish, A-cups, hardly hips yet, young & yummyWe both know they know how to make love to a man, as both’d started right out of basic school”I do remember very well, as I enjoyed erotic dreams of those two that same night, waking up wetI assume you get, that was not exclusively from sweat by my hot dream, which seemed so sexy realIt’s exactly by the day and night five years ago already, my dear lady Anne, you haven’t changed a bit!”Exactly as I intended, Anne hops on my knee to hug me for my implicit compliment on her boyish looksAs my experienced dear readers will know by now, I fall for yummy young, & at least as smart as slimNancy and her hot best girlfriend meet everything my eye demands, but dropped out of their Lycéewhere Anne has her Ph.D. in Math from Narbonne in Paris by Professeur Roland Topor de Pologne!The joking Jid chased her hot tight tasty cute cul pentant toutes les quatre années d’habilitation à Parisand rewarded her for finally giving in to his avances a fortnight before her Academic Ceremony of Honourwith signatures by all five her promotors from five different countries under a Summa Cum Laude sealAwesome Anne meets my conditions best, as her outside can compete with Nancy’s, now just only twentyAwesome Anne is not into türkçe bahis smoking green grass as Phil & I do. She fancies fine foxy flaggelation fantasies.”Awesome Anne, I can read your warmest wish in the blush at your cheeks, longing for a big blush belowAwesome attractive Anne, imagine I tie you up right here, at the lawn overlooking that cunning Cathedral?Anne’s cheeks turn to crimson, which is enough for me as an answer. So I offer her my arm & wink at Phil.Anne doesn’t know, that I know where Phil hid a lovely little leather strap & feathers for any emergenciesAnne is on her belly, bent over a pillow on my big blanket at the lawn around midnight at a blue full moonAnne listens to my head-set phone, playing proper jazz classics for our occassion of feathering orgasmsAnne first only giggles, soon her inhalation deepens – she moans softly, smothered by my nightly musicAnne comes quietly first time, from feathering without any fingering yet. I set out for second by my indexAnne’s tight twat is wet, hence my index slips inside her sex very easily where her expecting sex grabs itAnne comes complaining in the foxy frech sex style where “Non!” is not a nun’s or nanny’s “O, no!”Anne’s boyish bums turn from pale pink to deeper rose and beyond to crimson and even scarlet coloursAnne loves everything at my whipping from the whizzling sound as it snaps through the air as if it cuts it toAnne screams at impact, striping her arse as if she is a pale-white & ass-red rare zebra in Canterbury Zoo Anne is very amazed, she tells me after she gets back her breath and a dozen mind-boggling big “Oohh”sAnne never came off easily from simple fornication & always needed at least one finger drumming her clit!——————————————————————————————————————————————–Anne’s amorous adventures at our nice naughty nights near Canterbury Cathedral have only just begunAnne has a perfect perverse plan to do a tourist trip to it in stead of dinner in town and hide somewhereAnne demands of me, if I ever want to dominate her again as a subjugated subject submissive sex-dollAnne wants to be taken across the altar inside Canterbury Cathedral in order to re-write lots of herstoryAnne promised her mom she will marry before fourty the man who will be first to fuck her into pregnancyAnne refers to nice naughty Nancy, who did similar, although her husband was not the biological fatherAnne intends to do the same to her eternal fiancé Philippe Bizard, ”en verlan, “Zarbi le stache-Mouche”Anne had hot sex with him at all her fertile days for some dozen years without getting her wanted big bellyAnne knows I am multi-talented, although she doesn’t know I can smell her hottest güvenilir bahis siteleri days from feromonesAnne will be bred by me for three teasing tasty naughty nights near Canterbury Cathedral to bury her fear Anne will bear our dear dod, as the difference of dozen years in our ages strongly favours female offspringAnne eagerly is in for anything as awkward as sexy I might propose to her in order to get my sperm in her! Anne & I meet also with my long time friend and colleague author of silly Go-songs, AGA’s Bob HighAnne doesn’t know how often we corresponded by snail-mail. He made me the only European with allAnne never saw my complete collection of American Go Songs even a handful handwritten ones by BobAnne listens with a warm smile to our performance of his only one in ‘Franglais’, the Marseillaise of Go:A french dan went to gay Paree – To enjoy a spot of GoHe played a line of nadare – That resulted in a koBut when he looked for a ko-threat – He found that he had no threat at all “Il y a un problème très serieux!Su je perds le ko, je perds le jeu!Où sont mes ménaces de ko? Je voudrais avoir baucoup!Mon Dieu, Mon Dieu!Maintenant, j’ai peur!Oú sont mes ménaces de ko?J’ai besoin de ménaces de ko!Sacré Bleu! Nom d’un ChienJe ne peux faire rien!Oú sont les ménaces de ko?Mon Dieu, Mon Dieu?Est-ce-que je meurs?Anne applauds rolling down the sloped lawn away from us two.Anne is catched by Phil, Masseur Extraordinair on his way up.Anne is walked back by him to us, so our auditorium doubled!Anna asks for a simple song now, to be sung by all four of us:———————————————————————————FORGET IT! (Melody: Auld Long Syne)Bob introduces it to those still unfamiliar with American traditionsbased on British and Dutch origins, like this New Year’s Eve lines:”When our results did not live up to our expectations, we wereforced to sing as follows the last day of the tournament, which wasby chance New Year’s Eve, probably of the traditional London OpenShould all our games be forgotAnd never brought to mind?Yes, all our games should be forgot’Cause good moves we didn’t findAnne takes my left hand and Bob’s right who holds hands PhilAs tradition has it, and we repeat solemny and loudly the linesAbove before Bob buys us a round at Campus bar before closingAweful and harmful tradition as drinking doubled in Britan by it!As all order double dosed drinks in last fifteen minutes of freedomAfter we repeat our Go-players[‘Auld Long Syne once moreAll people in the bar uphill sing along, holding big beers, not hands Anne curls up behind her snoring hubby-to-be & lays waiting for me——————————————————————————————Anne and I warmly welcome words of praise and other cute commentsas well as Your ‘thumps up’ as a sign of gratitude for sharing the aboveComposed and COPYRIGHTed by Professor Poet-PETER in Amsterdamat Tasmanstraat 43-HA, NL 1013 PX Amsterdam, d.d. Nineth October ’17

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