Jacques first daughter enters St Lucy’s
A New Years wish: Now that I’m home I can’t think of anything I want more right now than to be sucking gas through a twin-hose reg from a full tank 65feet below the surface while a favorite partner tries to drive my cervix into my lungs as he fucks my brains out. Jacques is capable of doing that and I’m so looking forward to having a lot of those sorts of energetic but blissful encounters in the next few days to make up for lost time.
Accustomed to his face: As I’ve become used to having Jacques in my bed I’ve learned a few of his idiosyncrasies, for example he can’t breast feed and then drill me for hours w/o the worst case of indigestion, so I pump before sex if I need my breasts emptied. Then after he has given me as many orgasms as I want he will take his own pleasure and we nap while he recycles. Afterward I will fall asleep while he gently breastfeeds before sleep overtakes him too. He is a few years older than me so at first I was concerned about his stamina and heart because I’ve had three men die on me during sexual encounters. As much fun as each one of them might have had with me I can tell you that none died smiling! One looked surprised. One couldn’t catch his breath, then vomited and shuddered before collapsing and the third who I was astride at the time left this world as he shot his wad in me. He gave one vicious thrust into me gasped, moaned and went limp.
At my insistence Jacques has had a complete physical and heart work-up and he was checked for possible aneurysms as well. His doctors say he has the body of someone in his thirties which with my sexual appetites is the best news we both could possibly get. In his way Jacques is every bit as good as Robin and Peter before him. I think he may even have been responsible for several pregnancies in the corps de ballet of the Paris Opera Ballet, shortly before he followed Marie-Claude from Paris to Vegas for her year of cross training. Jacques is the sort of man a woman is immediately attracted to a combination of father figure and energetic bad-boy who you know is trouble but you can’t help yourself for loving and think you can change. I’m old enough to know I can’t change a man from who he is, so I take each of my lovers as they are and enjoy them until I burn them out.
Jacques conquests: Jacques and I have an arrangement. If I’m not available he can take a suitable partner as I often do for stress relief. There are enough wealthy socialites in LV at any one time that he has a lot beautiful women to choose from. As returning readers know Jacques doesn’t want a family of his own which Marie-Claude recently found much to her chagrin. He also has a sort of hobby; impregnating business associates wives. Because he has great DNA he is in demand as an active sperm donor. By that I mean he is a man who personally plants his seed in the traditional way (by penile-vaginal intercourse) in a woman who wants to conceive. Almost all of the women he has impregnated who have born children by him are Europeans who he has known socially through their husbands (except for the unintended pregnancies of the POB dancers) who have been unable to impregnate their trophy wives themselves. There are a lot of women in the aristocracy and minor nobility who eventually come to Jacques with a proposal involving money when their husbands are unable to impregnate them, but he has more money than he can ever spend so he helps them conceive just for the fun of impregnating someone else’s wife, and the pleasure of intimately knowing another beautiful woman. He’s been doing that on and off, I mean periodically, for the past 16 years.
Jacques daughter, Gigi: I just met his first biological daughter (Gigi) who is entering St Lucy’s for the spring semester. She is the 16 y/o daughter of a French Count – one of the few who still has extensive family holdings a chateau and money - who is being sent to St Lucy’s for a year by her mom who was one of Tanaquil’s last Paris ‘toe-girls’ for ‘educational broadening’; a term which covers a lot of territory, but at St Lucy’s typically means sexual technique training. I’m beginning to think Gigi being enrolled at St Lucy’s had as much or more to do with Jacques coming to Vegas when he did than because he followed Marie-Claude out here. Jacques has known the Count since they were at boarding school together and is considered an Uncle to Gigi. I’ve arranged that Gigi room with Cyndi at St Lucy’s and I have a small suite in my guest wing for her if she wants to comer home with Cyndi on weekends.
Dive-sex, touring and Limnaea: Because we have been touring military hospitals for the last two weeks or so it’s limited my dive time. It’s not that I’m addicted to dive-sex, well not exactly, but I do love the sound of gas being sucked through my demand valve and the rush of bubbles of my exhalations while my partner is thrusting against the tip of my cervix! That’s why I have sexual partners who are very, very well endowed and know how to skillfully use every inch of their erections. It’s so beautiful when I’m on my back with the bubbles from the Mistral flowing around my hood and mask rising on either side of my partner, Jacques, while he is thrusting into my cervix. I’m not all that concerned about decompression sickness from flying soon after diving because when I ordered my G550 I had the cabin reinforced so it could be pressurized to match the elevation of Las Vegas (about 2,000 feet) when at cruising altitude. But now that we are back home again I can get back to deep diving with some serious bottom time.
An accident with a boyfriend: Today Cyndi nearly drowned a boyfriend who is new to SCUBA. He's ok now, but he swallowed a lot of water. They were having dive-sex in one of the small pools and you would think a guy would know enough not to spit out his regulator while in orgasm, right? Cyndi got him to the surface, but if they had been at the bottom of the pit when he tried to drink the pool he would probably be dead. It’s for that reason that I don't allow the kids in the pit unless I'm with them. And, I insist on everyone using spit-straps during dive-sex because the passion during orgasm can make newbies to the sport forget where they are. His spit-strap wasn't fastened. Around here that's like texting while driving, no spit strap can get you killed. I think he learned his lesson. After he recovered Cyndi took him down again right away so he could finish inside her, properly that time, and enjoy filling her with semen while his spit-strap prevented him from dislodging his reg. What she did with him is a bit like getting back on a horse after it has thrown you. If she hadn’t fucked him right away while they were both sucking gas he may well have been too afraid of diving to ever want to dive again. The pool is only 15 feet deep so they could easily unclip their gear and float to the surface, but if someone panics they can’t be reasoned with. After he successfully planted his seed inside her he got his confidence back.
A New Years wish: Now that I’m home I can’t think of anything I want more right now than to be sucking gas through a twin-hose reg from a full tank 65feet below the surface while a favorite partner tries to drive my cervix into my lungs as he fucks my brains out. Jacques is capable of doing that and I’m so looking forward to having a lot of those sorts of energetic but blissful encounters in the next few days to make up for lost time.
Accustomed to his face: As I’ve become used to having Jacques in my bed I’ve learned a few of his idiosyncrasies, for example he can’t breast feed and then drill me for hours w/o the worst case of indigestion, so I pump before sex if I need my breasts emptied. Then after he has given me as many orgasms as I want he will take his own pleasure and we nap while he recycles. Afterward I will fall asleep while he gently breastfeeds before sleep overtakes him too. He is a few years older than me so at first I was concerned about his stamina and heart because I’ve had three men die on me during sexual encounters. As much fun as each one of them might have had with me I can tell you that none died smiling! One looked surprised. One couldn’t catch his breath, then vomited and shuddered before collapsing and the third who I was astride at the time left this world as he shot his wad in me. He gave one vicious thrust into me gasped, moaned and went limp.
At my insistence Jacques has had a complete physical and heart work-up and he was checked for possible aneurysms as well. His doctors say he has the body of someone in his thirties which with my sexual appetites is the best news we both could possibly get. In his way Jacques is every bit as good as Robin and Peter before him. I think he may even have been responsible for several pregnancies in the corps de ballet of the Paris Opera Ballet, shortly before he followed Marie-Claude from Paris to Vegas for her year of cross training. Jacques is the sort of man a woman is immediately attracted to a combination of father figure and energetic bad-boy who you know is trouble but you can’t help yourself for loving and think you can change. I’m old enough to know I can’t change a man from who he is, so I take each of my lovers as they are and enjoy them until I burn them out.
Jacques conquests: Jacques and I have an arrangement. If I’m not available he can take a suitable partner as I often do for stress relief. There are enough wealthy socialites in LV at any one time that he has a lot beautiful women to choose from. As returning readers know Jacques doesn’t want a family of his own which Marie-Claude recently found much to her chagrin. He also has a sort of hobby; impregnating business associates wives. Because he has great DNA he is in demand as an active sperm donor. By that I mean he is a man who personally plants his seed in the traditional way (by penile-vaginal intercourse) in a woman who wants to conceive. Almost all of the women he has impregnated who have born children by him are Europeans who he has known socially through their husbands (except for the unintended pregnancies of the POB dancers) who have been unable to impregnate their trophy wives themselves. There are a lot of women in the aristocracy and minor nobility who eventually come to Jacques with a proposal involving money when their husbands are unable to impregnate them, but he has more money than he can ever spend so he helps them conceive just for the fun of impregnating someone else’s wife, and the pleasure of intimately knowing another beautiful woman. He’s been doing that on and off, I mean periodically, for the past 16 years.
Jacques daughter, Gigi: I just met his first biological daughter (Gigi) who is entering St Lucy’s for the spring semester. She is the 16 y/o daughter of a French Count – one of the few who still has extensive family holdings a chateau and money - who is being sent to St Lucy’s for a year by her mom who was one of Tanaquil’s last Paris ‘toe-girls’ for ‘educational broadening’; a term which covers a lot of territory, but at St Lucy’s typically means sexual technique training. I’m beginning to think Gigi being enrolled at St Lucy’s had as much or more to do with Jacques coming to Vegas when he did than because he followed Marie-Claude out here. Jacques has known the Count since they were at boarding school together and is considered an Uncle to Gigi. I’ve arranged that Gigi room with Cyndi at St Lucy’s and I have a small suite in my guest wing for her if she wants to comer home with Cyndi on weekends.
Dive-sex, touring and Limnaea: Because we have been touring military hospitals for the last two weeks or so it’s limited my dive time. It’s not that I’m addicted to dive-sex, well not exactly, but I do love the sound of gas being sucked through my demand valve and the rush of bubbles of my exhalations while my partner is thrusting against the tip of my cervix! That’s why I have sexual partners who are very, very well endowed and know how to skillfully use every inch of their erections. It’s so beautiful when I’m on my back with the bubbles from the Mistral flowing around my hood and mask rising on either side of my partner, Jacques, while he is thrusting into my cervix. I’m not all that concerned about decompression sickness from flying soon after diving because when I ordered my G550 I had the cabin reinforced so it could be pressurized to match the elevation of Las Vegas (about 2,000 feet) when at cruising altitude. But now that we are back home again I can get back to deep diving with some serious bottom time.
An accident with a boyfriend: Today Cyndi nearly drowned a boyfriend who is new to SCUBA. He's ok now, but he swallowed a lot of water. They were having dive-sex in one of the small pools and you would think a guy would know enough not to spit out his regulator while in orgasm, right? Cyndi got him to the surface, but if they had been at the bottom of the pit when he tried to drink the pool he would probably be dead. It’s for that reason that I don't allow the kids in the pit unless I'm with them. And, I insist on everyone using spit-straps during dive-sex because the passion during orgasm can make newbies to the sport forget where they are. His spit-strap wasn't fastened. Around here that's like texting while driving, no spit strap can get you killed. I think he learned his lesson. After he recovered Cyndi took him down again right away so he could finish inside her, properly that time, and enjoy filling her with semen while his spit-strap prevented him from dislodging his reg. What she did with him is a bit like getting back on a horse after it has thrown you. If she hadn’t fucked him right away while they were both sucking gas he may well have been too afraid of diving to ever want to dive again. The pool is only 15 feet deep so they could easily unclip their gear and float to the surface, but if someone panics they can’t be reasoned with. After he successfully planted his seed inside her he got his confidence back.
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