Another view of my stretch
black tulle playsuit
The Photo: One of my lovers
called this a view my ‘London Derrière’. The stretch tulle thong is wonderful to
show off the unblemished skin of my cheeks and makes it easy to slip it over a
cheek for convenient rear entry something needed for ballet-sex. Here at the
castle I bend over a portable barre, table or a chair back for support placed
near a fireplace with a lovely fire going to keep warm when wearing this playsuit.
Tim as a bedmate, the saga continues:
Returning readers will recall that my New Years eve bedmate Tim (the SAS
officer in the gorgeous uniform that I tried not to tear as I almost ripped it
off him) and I had a marvelous time, but very little sleep on New Years eve. He
told me that he hadn’t been with a woman (or masturbated either from the quantity
of ejaculate) in months which contributed to his amazing sexual stamina. So I
was interested in whether he could continue that pace with me two nights in a
row.
BREAKING NEWS: he could! He did! And it was the most fun I’ve
had with a new partner in years! My wards say I glowed with energy when I
showed up at 6:30 AM in the studio for technique class. I was a bit sore but 400mg
of ibuprofen took care of that. I was loose, flexible and absolutely bursting
with as much energy as a 19 y/o! I was still draining semen after Kegeling as
much out as I could so I inserted a Diva Cup to collect the remainder to
prevent staining my tights during class. The other girls he has been with when he comes
home call him ‘Tiny Tim’ because his equipment is so impressive and is supposedly
the terror of many local girls with regular size vaginas, but the two I’ve talked
with say he didn’t try to bury his full length in them and let them take him
astride where they could control the depth and direction of his thrusts so they
felt very safe with him.
I know it’s just the first few days into the relationship
that is pure lust and won’t last as he has to report back to his regiment in
some location that he can’t talk about. However, he is due for transfer soon
and has asked for a transfer to a unit of his regiment that provides security here
at home. So if he gets the posting he wants I may get to see him again. If I
wasn’t too old I would like to have his children. I had eggs harvested and
frozen when I was in my mid 20s so there is always going the IVF route, but it
would be awesome to get preggers the old fashion way with his sperm swimming up
my tubes and fertilizing an egg shortly after release, but at my age the
chances are only 3% or 4%.
Not impossible, but very unlikely except if I were trying my
best to avoid conceiving and had an oops. Someone having that happen to her is
known as being had by the perversity of inanimate objects. The bad thing about
being preggers would be that I’d be away from dancing for almost a year and at
my age it would be very hard to get back in peak shape. Having a pregnancy
distort the ballet body that I’ve worked to perfect for more than 35 years and
leave stretch marks on my abdomen is what has put me off having children until
now and even with the pull that Tim exerts I’m still not sure I want to conceive
if I had the chance with him.
I know that is something I haven’t said before and I know
the mood will pass, but right now I have these thoughts about forgetting to use
a diaphragm and spermicide with him when I’m fertile. I’m CD22 as this is being
written and I shouldn’t be fertile for another 14 days or so so he will be long
gone before I’d have my willpower tested to see if I’d actually take him
unprotected to try to get preggers with him. He took me in all the positions we used the
night before and he was so gentle and considerate and an absolutely amazing
lover filling me over and over with his thick creamy seed. And he loves to
breastfeed as well! What an amazing man! Oh my god, I just realized… he’s
mind-fucked me!
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