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We get along like a House on Fire.
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We get along like a House on Fire. Welcome to my first blog here on Local Sexy Swingers. Instead of given you some boring introduction; I'll take you to where the fire is. Three years ago I met a petite woman called Ani through work. From the first moment on, I thought we wouldn't get along. She seemed a tat girly and she had a certain arrogance that only suits one kind of woman. Regardless, we were forced to work together on a project at the time. Soon already I figured that there was a little more to this woman then I thought. Somehow, the two of us hit it off. We had the same kind of humor, the same kind of naughty little glare in our eyes; Not to even mention the slight sadistic but sexual grin. Obviously, there were secret sparks of excitement blistering between us. But situation was, we were both having a relationship of some sort; She was dating a corporate hot-shot and I had been together with someone for more then 3 years already. Luckily my relation was one of luxury, and as my friendship with Ani hit it off. She was soon introduced to my better-half of my relationship. She; being bi-sexual found a surprising excitement in this new co-worker of mine and thus boundaries were soon shattered. Even to the point of a very hot and steamy three-way. Needless to say, things would only be like that for a short period of time. Within a few weeks we saw the project to a end, and she was send back to Finland to work on a different project. I kept contact though, slight-on-and-off chats filled with a load of personal information and fantasies. She was easy to understand, her mindset equally as exciting as mine; and her sexual preference all but to easy to read as the connection between our taste was on par to one another. But as is always the case with these things, at some point you loose sight. We did see each other for a hand full of times, and knowing how alternative she was it was finally a pleasure to see her in her full glory. In her hot PVC dress, dressed to impress. Piercings puncturing her lips and tongue. She was my little entourage and every time we danced our eyes locked in hot and sexy showdown. One trying to impress the other just a little more. We were hot for each other, and we darn well knew it. Just the tension and excitement was worth so much more then that inevitable wild night. We lay next to each other at night our bodies wet from the sweet sexual sweat and our appetite for each other not even nearly sedated, but so free from the rest of the world through our sexual encounter. Time passed again, and my relationship came to a end. We didn't really have contact much. Since I knew she was trying to make a relationship work and that my presence would only make it that much harder for her. I was her re-bound for awhile, every time she felt frustrated or just needed her life to be filled with passion we talked, but no more then ones every few months or so. Soo clearly we started to miss it. She came online just two-days ago.She didn't feel comfortable with herself as she gained a slight bit of weight and her job came to a unpaid halt. So clearly she had some stress around, but we both felt it coming. We started chatting, and through it all she unleashed her every emotion. We talked for ages and through a little sexual reassuring I managed to get her ready to go out and feel totally hot about herself. It was a teasing conversation and even though I was left behind in a wild rage of lust. It satisfied me to my very core to know she was feeling hot and sexy. The night passed, and the next day we spoke to each other again. This time over the phone and as our voices left our throat we felt the shiver and tremble in our voice. So we played a little bit around the time we used to have together. The sexual fantasies I used to write her by email, only for her eyes only.. she was my little muse. She admitted that she still read through them quite a lot. They got her every time, I had to agree with her. I had always felt such pleasure while writing them, not just by the physical indulgence but to be able to tell someone you lust for your fantasy through every little detail. It was a very long conversation. From phone to chat, whenever it was required for me to be a little more politically correct. but the truth of the matter was that we were seeking each other out. I knew when she was touching herself, and I made it painfully obvious that she was driving me to the boundaries of sanity. There were moments I could hardly refrain myself from masturbating. Moments where my hands were stroking over my jeans as I tried to hide my excitement in the airplane and in the taxi. It was too much, and as I entered my hotel suite I let go of every little fabric of self-control and as did she. Talking through-out the night, daring each other to do things. Dancing around naked as we pleasured ourselves for each other. We didn't want it to ever come to a end, even as we talked and guessed how long it would still take for the sun to get up. We didn't stop, until she finally fell asleep out of exhaustion. |
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