EATING

Sorry I didn´t write for some time but I spent one month to be eaten on.
Yes, you read it correctly, to be eaten on. The japanises are quite peculiar as you might know.
I was asked to be "the dish" for the food of very important business people in Tokio. And you can´t imagine how exhausting it is to stand still for all their incredibly long lasting dinners. Luckily they do not last so long in bed.
I really didn´t have time or strenght to write anything these days, I just wanted to sleep. But it was very difficult because, a part the eating sessions and the desserts they quite often wanted to have from me, the getting ready was just sooooooooooo tiring. I had to spend at least five hours a day in the beauty care. Not a single hair was supposed to be on my body, the hairstyle was just to complicate to describe it and the make up had to be always perfect.
They were normally starting the eating very politely with their chopsticks and then, in not more that half an hour, they were all drunk and they were eating with their hands and tongues directly on my skin. It was an interesting feeling to be literally their "banquet".
There was a mirror on the ceiling and I could see them eating on my body like in a demoniac orgy. My skin has to have a nice taste because they kept liking me everywere. Expecially there.
I have to admit I came quite often thanks to their persisting tongues.

A VINTAGE BLACK DRESS

This never happened to me before. But I am glad it did now.
Of course it was not the first time they asked me to dance but this time it was different.
He took me to one of these Argentinian bars where there is live music and one can dance tango.
I was wearing a vintage black dress and high heels dancing shoes as he suggested.
I will never thank enough my old dance teacher who beated us with a riding crop when we were not in the right position. Without her teachings I would have never been able to live this fantastic experience.
He gently invited me on the dance floor and then his body touched mine.
It was nearly mystic.
I had long sex sessions but never like this. Without even taking my clothes off he exhausted me like nobody else before.
We danced like I couldn´t belive it was possible. We danced like if nobody else was there. We danced till the music was over.
His hands, his look, his entire body were pure excitement. He could have lead me wherever. He took me to the physical climax simply leading the tango.
He brought me home but didn´t want to come upstairs. What he wanted was the dancing.
I didn´t want his money but I could not help kissing his lips.

VARIATION

He believed to be cool.
He told me he used to fuck with classical music.
No problem I said.
So he switches the CD player on. Ravel´s Bolero.
Beautiful music but not really original for a sex session. It is a pianissimo that constantly grows till the climax, he misses fantasy I think.
Erotism is a matter of variation more than ryhthm.
- Don´t you have, for example, Mozart´s symphony n.38? - I asked unzipping my dress.
- Why don´t you like this...?
- I do, but I want to show you something.
He looked into his father´s CDs...
- Here it is.
I put the CD on and slowly, like in the first adagio, I undress him. The adagio becomes an allegro and then andante... He begged me but I did not allow him to come. It was not over yet. Then, in 6 minutes of presto he joyfully understood what variation is.

CAMPING

I have a friend I sometimes use for my own fun.
He is tall and blond haired and I love his big protecting shoulders.
He always has new funny ideas and we experiment them together. It´s like being teenagers once again.
This time he picked me up with his camper and took me to a very well known camping place. It was already late at night and many other campers were there.
He opened all the windows of the van, tied my arms together and my legs wide spread. He had many sexy toys with him and started to look for my most sensitive points. I tell you, he made me shout. Oh yes, he made me shout like never before!
He enjoyed the fact that everyone was hearing us. It was only when I begged him to stop that he finally took his own pleasure.
And from his howling everyone could tell he did.

SAUNA

Getting out of the sauna and go under a cold shower. I hate it.
But he wanted more.
First we had to sweat for a good half an hour and then he wanted to ride me in the snow.
The mountains around us were all white and the sun was shining on them making them look even more appealing.
It was cold out there but not as bad as I expected.
He enjoyed me and I, the fantastic view.