Yes - I will finish the scenario for all those of you who have asked!
If you have any interesting suggestions then let me know.
Thanks again for the interest.
John
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Dear All,
Just a brief note to sincerely thank those of you who have forwarded private messages. I will endeavour to compose personal responses to you all as soon as possible.
To Sally, (there's a coincidence), Lyn, Charlotte, and Becky, my very special thanks. Your suggestions are particularly naughty and we will see what can be arranged. I had no idea that such ladies clubs existed, certainly not in 's Wood! Glad to have touched, as they say, a raw nerve. Bad girls - whatever would your husbands say if they knew you were hatching such amusing afternoon plans at your coffee mornings!
I will be in touch shortly.
John
xx
Just a brief note to sincerely thank those of you who have forwarded private messages. I will endeavour to compose personal responses to you all as soon as possible.
To Sally, (there's a coincidence), Lyn, Charlotte, and Becky, my very special thanks. Your suggestions are particularly naughty and we will see what can be arranged. I had no idea that such ladies clubs existed, certainly not in 's Wood! Glad to have touched, as they say, a raw nerve. Bad girls - whatever would your husbands say if they knew you were hatching such amusing afternoon plans at your coffee mornings!
I will be in touch shortly.
John
xx
Thank you all so much for your interesting and stimulating responses.
I resisted the strong temptation to respond immediately to all your postings because I wanted to allow myself a little time to consider my motives and the use of the scenario.
Sally meets John was never envisaged as a story, most definitely a realistic proposition of wanton lust and yearning, essentially created in advance; a scenario that can become a reality. A reality that can also be embelished and enhanced by the participants. But most definitely NOT a game.
In my view, the mind is without question the most powerful and creative organ. Most of history's greatest creative achievements, (music, literature, sport, architecture - I could go on), have been developed over time in the mind before reaching the glorious finale /climax. Monarchs, warlords, adventurers, explorers, sportsmen and women, politicians, even feeble business-people, have proved so often that strong visions if pursued can be achieved. The thoughtful and mysterious development of very powerful sexual and sensual scenarios /imagery by two, (or more), minds can rightly in my view be considered works of art. To be savoured by the creators at leisure.
If pictures of men holding impressive, (or even feeble), erections, or women with fine examples of breasts and genitalia, (or not so fine), is a turn-on for some, that is all well and good. Who am I to have a problem with that or to complain? For me, the duplicated strength and imagination of minds focused on developing and enacting, no not enacting, being part of a scenario, is when the sparks fly in a way that is truly earth-shattering. The thought of arriving at the hotel. The agony and ecstacy of waiting in anticipation. The knock on the door of the room. The fantasy/reality, the thinking, the sudden important detail that comes to mind in that split second before going to sleep, (will it be remembered in the morning?), and the skillfully applied execution by the creators.
The scenario was always intended to be an invitation to like-minds; people who have butterflies in the stomach even now at the thought of such a delightfully delicious prospect. The rest will follow, is following now as I speak, as truly as light follows day.
Thank you again for taking the time and trouble to post these messages. To those people who have also sent me private messages and propositions, I pass on my special thanks. I promise I will give very careful thought to all your ideas before replying.
John
xx
I resisted the strong temptation to respond immediately to all your postings because I wanted to allow myself a little time to consider my motives and the use of the scenario.
Sally meets John was never envisaged as a story, most definitely a realistic proposition of wanton lust and yearning, essentially created in advance; a scenario that can become a reality. A reality that can also be embelished and enhanced by the participants. But most definitely NOT a game.
In my view, the mind is without question the most powerful and creative organ. Most of history's greatest creative achievements, (music, literature, sport, architecture - I could go on), have been developed over time in the mind before reaching the glorious finale /climax. Monarchs, warlords, adventurers, explorers, sportsmen and women, politicians, even feeble business-people, have proved so often that strong visions if pursued can be achieved. The thoughtful and mysterious development of very powerful sexual and sensual scenarios /imagery by two, (or more), minds can rightly in my view be considered works of art. To be savoured by the creators at leisure.
If pictures of men holding impressive, (or even feeble), erections, or women with fine examples of breasts and genitalia, (or not so fine), is a turn-on for some, that is all well and good. Who am I to have a problem with that or to complain? For me, the duplicated strength and imagination of minds focused on developing and enacting, no not enacting, being part of a scenario, is when the sparks fly in a way that is truly earth-shattering. The thought of arriving at the hotel. The agony and ecstacy of waiting in anticipation. The knock on the door of the room. The fantasy/reality, the thinking, the sudden important detail that comes to mind in that split second before going to sleep, (will it be remembered in the morning?), and the skillfully applied execution by the creators.
The scenario was always intended to be an invitation to like-minds; people who have butterflies in the stomach even now at the thought of such a delightfully delicious prospect. The rest will follow, is following now as I speak, as truly as light follows day.
Thank you again for taking the time and trouble to post these messages. To those people who have also sent me private messages and propositions, I pass on my special thanks. I promise I will give very careful thought to all your ideas before replying.
John
xx
Dear Sally,
We will arrange to meet at a good hotel. You will arrive early, probably an hour or two before we are due to meet to settle in to your room and prepare yourself fully.
You will have given careful thought in advance to your appearance and what you will be wearing. You know you are a special sexy lady with very special needs waiting to meet a special man. It could be a smart business suit, possibly a very tarty outfit, something that will appeal to a man and that makes you feel good and horny and very sexy. Could be a low-cut evening dress, perhaps a short summer dress / miniskirt, with see-through top. It could be the most outrageous outfit that only a slut would wear. Possibly something sweet and innocent. All, however, will be accompanied by good quality sexy lingerie (silk, lace or satin) that compliments and enhances your superb tits and arse. A bra that shows off your delicious suckable tits and nipples, tight knickers that barely cover that tasty trimmed pussy (that is almost certainly moist and getting wetter as you read), matching suspender belt straining across that naughty smackable bottom holding up sheer, shiny, seamed stockings. High heel shoes / stilettoes give the finishing touch.
You will then wait for me to arrive having inspected your overall appearance many times. You feel good. You feel amazingly sexy - probably more so than ever before. You will have butterflies in your stomach, you will feel slightly nervous. You feel incredible inside, you feel your sweet cunt beginning to gently leak pussy juice into your pants, you resist the temptation to slip a finger or two into the sticky wetness for fear of spoiling what you know will come. You feel a little trickle run down towards your anus that gives you a cool damp sensation that itches slightly. Again, you resist the temptation to give it a scratch. You feel yourself licking your lips in anticipation, your mouth is dry. You know you look like a woman who is about to receive the prolonged, repeated, and very vigorous attentions of a man who is going to use each and every part of your body to the the full. And again. And again. A man who is not only going to satisfy himself but the woman he is about to meet. The woman who will, depite being totally and utterly satiated, scream out for more and more. The time draws near. You can almost hear the footsteps.
At a pre-agreed time I will knock on your door three times. You will open the door and greet me in an appropriate manner. You put your arms around my neck and kiss me gently on the lips, then more deeply. Our tongues entwine, fighting to find each and every crevice. We look at each other and smile. I then stroke your face, your lips, your neck, I gently bite your ears and neck. I then trace one hand slowly down your back, gently scratching as it finds its way to your lovely arse which I sqeeze and rub. The other hand finds its way to the front of your bra, tracing the outline of those wonderful, fulsome breasts, feeling the weight of each beautifully encased tit. I then find a nipple which I tug and pinch until it becomes distended and you groan and wriggle to escape the exquisite pleasure/pain. I do the same to the other nipple. They are both erect and highly sensitive.
I then start to stroke the inside of your thighs, I feel the dampness that has escaped moistening my fingers. You push your steaming pussy onto my fingers and they slide effortlessly into the reason for your being. Your groaning begins. It increases and you gasp and pant. I then feel your hand stroke and grasp my hardening cock through my trousers. You struggle to find and pull down the zip. You have to get your cool fingers around my prick which is already beginning to leak that wonderful tasty pre-come which you love to taste and rub across your lips. The aroma overpowers you. You have to have my cock, which is now fully erect and gently twitching at the thought of what is to come, in your mouth. You gently sink to your knees. You look up to me wide-eyed and you speak for the first time. " I'm Sally - you must be John". I then stroke your hair, you are still looking at me, smiling, and you lower your head onto the length of my shaft. The pleasure in your eyes is clear to see.
You are eager - too eager, so I take your hands and lead you to the foot of the bed. You look good - very good indeed. I turn you around so are facing the wall. I push you forward so your hands are on the bed, your feet on the floor, and that superb arse in the air. I then knot together two fingers and slip them into your vagina which is probably wetter than ever before. I pump them in and out quite fast so they are covered in your wonderfullysticky and pungent juices. You are groaning, moaning, you want my prick and you want it now. I then remove my fingers and gently insert them into your arsehole which is puckering and which is quickly gaping. You then reach behind you, take hold of the cock you want so badly and....................................................................................
Over to you Sally - is this what you had in mind?
John
xx
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We will arrange to meet at a good hotel. You will arrive early, probably an hour or two before we are due to meet to settle in to your room and prepare yourself fully.
You will have given careful thought in advance to your appearance and what you will be wearing. You know you are a special sexy lady with very special needs waiting to meet a special man. It could be a smart business suit, possibly a very tarty outfit, something that will appeal to a man and that makes you feel good and horny and very sexy. Could be a low-cut evening dress, perhaps a short summer dress / miniskirt, with see-through top. It could be the most outrageous outfit that only a slut would wear. Possibly something sweet and innocent. All, however, will be accompanied by good quality sexy lingerie (silk, lace or satin) that compliments and enhances your superb tits and arse. A bra that shows off your delicious suckable tits and nipples, tight knickers that barely cover that tasty trimmed pussy (that is almost certainly moist and getting wetter as you read), matching suspender belt straining across that naughty smackable bottom holding up sheer, shiny, seamed stockings. High heel shoes / stilettoes give the finishing touch.
You will then wait for me to arrive having inspected your overall appearance many times. You feel good. You feel amazingly sexy - probably more so than ever before. You will have butterflies in your stomach, you will feel slightly nervous. You feel incredible inside, you feel your sweet cunt beginning to gently leak pussy juice into your pants, you resist the temptation to slip a finger or two into the sticky wetness for fear of spoiling what you know will come. You feel a little trickle run down towards your anus that gives you a cool damp sensation that itches slightly. Again, you resist the temptation to give it a scratch. You feel yourself licking your lips in anticipation, your mouth is dry. You know you look like a woman who is about to receive the prolonged, repeated, and very vigorous attentions of a man who is going to use each and every part of your body to the the full. And again. And again. A man who is not only going to satisfy himself but the woman he is about to meet. The woman who will, depite being totally and utterly satiated, scream out for more and more. The time draws near. You can almost hear the footsteps.
At a pre-agreed time I will knock on your door three times. You will open the door and greet me in an appropriate manner. You put your arms around my neck and kiss me gently on the lips, then more deeply. Our tongues entwine, fighting to find each and every crevice. We look at each other and smile. I then stroke your face, your lips, your neck, I gently bite your ears and neck. I then trace one hand slowly down your back, gently scratching as it finds its way to your lovely arse which I sqeeze and rub. The other hand finds its way to the front of your bra, tracing the outline of those wonderful, fulsome breasts, feeling the weight of each beautifully encased tit. I then find a nipple which I tug and pinch until it becomes distended and you groan and wriggle to escape the exquisite pleasure/pain. I do the same to the other nipple. They are both erect and highly sensitive.
I then start to stroke the inside of your thighs, I feel the dampness that has escaped moistening my fingers. You push your steaming pussy onto my fingers and they slide effortlessly into the reason for your being. Your groaning begins. It increases and you gasp and pant. I then feel your hand stroke and grasp my hardening cock through my trousers. You struggle to find and pull down the zip. You have to get your cool fingers around my prick which is already beginning to leak that wonderful tasty pre-come which you love to taste and rub across your lips. The aroma overpowers you. You have to have my cock, which is now fully erect and gently twitching at the thought of what is to come, in your mouth. You gently sink to your knees. You look up to me wide-eyed and you speak for the first time. " I'm Sally - you must be John". I then stroke your hair, you are still looking at me, smiling, and you lower your head onto the length of my shaft. The pleasure in your eyes is clear to see.
You are eager - too eager, so I take your hands and lead you to the foot of the bed. You look good - very good indeed. I turn you around so are facing the wall. I push you forward so your hands are on the bed, your feet on the floor, and that superb arse in the air. I then knot together two fingers and slip them into your vagina which is probably wetter than ever before. I pump them in and out quite fast so they are covered in your wonderfullysticky and pungent juices. You are groaning, moaning, you want my prick and you want it now. I then remove my fingers and gently insert them into your arsehole which is puckering and which is quickly gaping. You then reach behind you, take hold of the cock you want so badly and....................................................................................
Over to you Sally - is this what you had in mind?
John
xx
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Any ladies with a good sense of adventure interested in meeting up with a sophisticated gentleman stranger over the next few weeks for some discrete day time fun? Could meet for lunch, strokes and fondles under the table, then frolicks in the country. Or a meet in a hotel bar followed by a passionate afternoon. Might suit a bored housewife, a lady who lunches after the shopping, or a professional/business woman who travels who would like a daytime interlude to show off her wares!
Staying at a hotel in London or UK on business? Would you like a gentleman to knock on your door?
Your pleasure anticipated and ensured
John
xxx
Staying at a hotel in London or UK on business? Would you like a gentleman to knock on your door?
Your pleasure anticipated and ensured
John
xxx
