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I thought that Carmen was not surprised, although it was surprising. Although I almost regular customer, I never found this, when we left, dressed Darkroom to enter the room across the hall, where the mat, he is already sitting, leaning against the wall, pants open, with the phallus as the flagpole. And she has been stripped completely. Pear tits, body of scandal.

Carmen sits next to him, and putting his hand in what was offered so obviously could not do otherwise. Or run, as St. Maria Goretti, or join the action.

His partner, I never knew what it was called, goes and opens the buckle of the belt, without a word, without a care, unzips me, I removed the pants, as if we were on piecework. Like Carmen Maria Goretti was not, I am not a San Tarscicio, so I quit. My erection prevents him from lowering his shorts, he does finally smiles, take my clothes in a corner and begins to caress me.

The truth is that I had never been naked on the mat. Normally one is dressed in the dark room (sometimes with his clothes in a heap, trousers at the ankles, panties sideways, but dressed), and later, when the ice is broken and have been the desire passes through costumes, clothes and lets grab a towel sets (or not) to go find a welcoming place. The tours of these couples, towels in hand sometimes as the only outfit, circulated among the tables in the bar is what Carmen had surprised as he entered.

But now it was already well integrated in a tatami place almost in the way of couples who came and went in the darkroom. I, between Carmen and she reached out and touched a tit now fruit, unripe fruit-hard, sometimes thighs where the sink was winning the face and forget about it, nor Carmen abandons me, but it timidly is low on my body, looks up, looks at me and asks:

- I can?
- Help yourself, you're welcome.

and while I eat Carmen for the first time, I hand between her thighs, the other between those of the unknown, I think I have enough to be there.

- Do you have condoms? she insists
- Yes, but I like to fuck in these places, I like to play, I love being touched, but Fuck me like a too intimate exercise

Carmen, like her, split the time between my penis and my partner. I'm deshinhibido, and put my hand on Carmen, which will also play it. There seems to dislike, but to her, asking:

- Are we going to take another turn?
- Yes. Thomas up his pants, she takes her clothes in a flutter and leave, leaving the two there, naked on the mat. Carmen and I looked, surprised,

- Happens to these?

but hey, we're not asking questions a long time, we are there, she and I, naked, on a mat, filled with desire and blood. He ran his hand between her legs, and I love sex.

Because there are sex and gender. There are girls who are an opening, a straight slit in the woman's body type construction plans, section CC '(clitoris ass), and women who looks more like a scar, in which there is no tactile references, sex that you do not know where he walks, smooth, unreferenced, and women who need GPS to locate. Mind you, I speak of sex itself, the holding can be a charming, wonderful love can do, I mean the visual aesthetic, and tactile as well. And there can not do anything, if she has played in the division to have a little sex, monotonous, straight as a road Badajoz Plan, because that is what you get. The fingers have to travel these sex without reference, without curiosity, a little lost, not knowing whether they go forward or backward and found at the end of the tour. Sexes are linear roads leading from point A to point B, are, in short, Nordic sexes. That might be interesting, as some movies, for "certain items"

But again, do not give less of these women can be extraordinary and wonderful people loving, just, like some people have a small nose, long fingers or, as the need to have a boring sex.

ADDENDUM, well formed, which invites the tour. So is Carmen

And there are other women who have sex homely miliary milestones, their locations, their prehensile lips that hug your finger on the most gentle caresses, lips lead, almost reptilian movements, towards which come together in a lovely hug , lips wet with applause lead to entry into the body of the woman, real lips, swollen with blood and sap. So are the lips, so is the sex of Carmen, that crossed my fingers for the first time, inviting, grateful and, above all, at that time, wet.

Do not miss the odd couple. A hand between the thighs of Carmen, my mouth on her boobs, she gets to do. We ask you to open your legs, I prostrate myself among them, I low over his body. Objectively, the position is a bit obscene, I knelt before her bubble ass on a horse erection, comiendomela, while she, unable to sit motionless undulates her waist to my mouth.

This is the time to choose two or three couples to shop around the room, and stay there, fully dressed, standing, looking at the tableau. I'm vaguely aware that approach, but it is the same. Yet I ask Carmen:

- Go to a booth?
- What do you bother?
- Not much
- My not much, is

and continue.

Link to sweet and sticky tour

Author's note: the truth is I had fun this study aesthetic, not functional, the sexes of women, probably write a post expanding it. Meanwhile, readers are cordially invited to leave your opinion ...

I had stayed several times at the club, knew its intricacies and crannies, its wet bar surrounded by men themselves, their televisions hanging from the ceiling with images of fellatio and tit. I noticed an acceleration in the words of Carmen, I do not talk about, I thought I would ask that saliesemos there. I took her to the area of ​​couples, more calm, soft music, low light, a normal bar, if it were not for the drinks were served in plastic cups (suitable, if people walk barefoot), or, suddenly passed a couple naked among the tables with a towel in hand, toward the whirlpool.

It's a bit shocking, but I thought that Carmen was interested in the situation.

I let her calm down, talking about my experience at this place. Do not want to go through a regular (hard when the waiter greeted me with a handshake and public relations with a kiss on the cheek, long time no see!) But not by a novice.

I asked
- Do you want a ride?
- Amuse me, but I did not touch anyone?
- Do not worry

And we walked around the club, one of the mats, and separated from the bar, had a couple, resting after fuck. They were naked, lying on a blanket, talking as if they were at the beach or in bed at home. But at the same time, their bodies bore the unmistakable marks of pleasure. Carmen looked at as we passed them, and said nothing.

And we walked around, saw the French corridor, empty and explained how it worked, a screen with holes, some to see, others at the height of the arms, others to sex up on one side the corridor leading to the area all-male, the other as a bedroom overlooking the area of ​​couples. The girl was leaning back or facing the screen and the boys spent the hands or sex, and she approached them, were left to play, or masturbated, or remained where they could see them but could not reach, while your partner lean.

Swingers club

We also saw the jacuzzi, where he had two girls alone in the water, playing with them, while their partners out of the water, watching. Carmen said that to know what was in that water, and would not get there even come to a crossing of the Sahara desert. And I thought I raised the situation.

And we went to the darkroom, it was full.
- Shall we? asked
- Go in, but what are we supposed to do?
- You and I danced in a corner, you stay close to the wall, and if you notice any hand, and do not want to touch you, take it off. But it would be wrong to give him a slap.
- But I can play without my invite or look him or say anything?
- This is grace, no one here asks "I can?. Hand pass, if not away is that the hand is welcome, but do not worry, if you're in a corner, nobody will say anything.

And we danced, I approached her, I refused, he felt his body pressed against mine, her breasts hard leaning on my chest, the scent of her hair. We did not talk, we were there, well, peaceful, isolated from the world. Without realizing much notice went out in the corner. That I saw in it a voltage, and a hand ran down her back bumped into mine. I looked and looked at me, I asked:

- Back to the corner?
- By now, if it bothers me, I tell you.

After a couple of minutes and were hands, others were passing between us. Segui with my hands on one of the arms, the softness I knew it was a woman who was reaching Carmen's breasts.

Link to the next

But I was very happy because they increased the visits to my blog, according to statistics from the server, 100, 150 every day.

And I wondered what people saw, they looked, but did not know how to find data.

Until I found it, and now I have statistics, data, where visitors come, they look, how long are on the page ...

and here comes the disappointment.

Of the 100 visits there as half or something else that they are robots, spiders and other insects that swarm over the network. Save the information in the unlikely day when someone asks. And the other half at least 30 re-enter and leave immediately. And that's what I do not understand very well, I think that whoever asks for "corridor French" (by far the most popular question) want to know something of what a French passage. And I think that explains it.

With first-hand experience (and never better spent), I write a real story about this and goes away without reading it? but what I was looking for? perhaps in this generation of illiterate, will be looking for pictures of cocks stuffed into holes in the wall as a girl in high heels she sucks?

Another conclusion, that surprises me is that the stories are not interested parties in workshops and stories. The serialized novels appeared in the nineteenth century ended. We are the generation of speed and instant gratification, if it does not, we go to something else.

It seems that you read two posts in a row on the same topic last week was the massage, should read the third. Wrong. Bored. And the conclusion, Chapter 6 I hung yesterday, has not been read by anyone.

Well, I say bad, because they are the "feeds", ie people signing up to receive the blog when you write. But if you read it or not, that's more difficult to know. And there I found out (the truth is that I have not made it) if a "feed" feeds many readers either one alone. For example, google it "feeds". It is distributed to one or ten?

And more, apart from the feed, the people do not go for the post of the day. That is, there are very few who remember the pecesdecolores to go to the harvest of the day ...

And above all, what is amazing are the terms of search, they hide, as I said a post yesterday, stories ... for example:

porn video fucking a amanita
you mean Vietnam?
qe video fucking dick look good to make me a straw
This at least is very clear, here is the happiness of semantic search engines
I do not like goldfish
and that doing here?
if we are in a dark room that allows us to see?
deep question
by infidel hang your fucking video
there are bad people
tits rubs me caressing my arms
a true Alexandrian, with intermediate break
if you put two people back is it separated forever?
philosophical questions

good, and there are more, I leave the last two

drawings of a spider and a fly caught in it
because if you caught the web, and you got to where if there's fish spider photo, but not fly
and the most surreal and disturbing
can go in a preoperative analysis?

I hope you have performed well ...

For morning hang over any of the posts read of the month, so rest ...

greetings to all my dear grasshopper and grasshoppers

until next month

Do you see the French in a hallway exchange club?

Well, not seeing people, being able to have sex in their hands ready, ready, waiting, longing ... sometimes a slit for the eyes, to excite the spectators, that I look good while I am sexy, flirtatious, while I was in touch with my tits until the cocks that are inflated by gaps in the corridor.

Noticing the rise of pleasure, playing with his cock, with their eggs, with the mouth, with her breasts, hands, all equal and all different, big and thick as bananas, and long estrechitos like carrots, but that if , all equally eager for my body, they know they can not because it stands a wall between the two, leaving only a hole to pass her sex, disembodied.

And even better to fuck are circumcised for hygiene and because they tend to last longer, although everything is in the vineyard of the Lord, choose French in the hallway, where possible, to the integers. To play are more varied and exciting. I love them in a state where the tip protruding, pulsating. I am excited, though barely see because of the low light to see their sex wet, purple, ready to burst, a whole visual spectacle.

And when I notice that are already near the point of no return, when their movements, their sighs I see that you are nearly two more pushes and empty, I love them loving pat on the eggs and move to the next, to hear his oh! of frustration, "Please, come back, so do not leave me" and think that they go to the bathroom to jerk off in my honor. Of course not always succeed, sometimes I encounter a man who does not give clues, barely moving, not daring to breathe, and suddenly I am flooded with the hand or in dense breasts gush. But they are an occupational hazard.

And only someone who is well behaved, which has a dick that I like, hard, strong, kind, with the eggs without hair, whole, I squeeze between my tits, and I move seeing his skin and turns his view to cover , while trying to reach my mouth. And, without touching the lips, which, if those are my partner, undulates until it becomes empty on my body, bathing in milk. Sometimes I so I have an orgasm if the guy holding up, while my partner looks at me with a half smile.

This is a continuation of the chapter on the darkroom. The hot tub is already a bit more committed, and I fully understand that many people do not like getting there in that half opaque and phosphorescent water, and loaded with much more chlorine than is prudent, which just dry skin and red eyes.

In exchange offers unique experiences. Just as in the dark room is dressed people, and experience is navigating through blouse buttons, zippers and belt fasteners trousers (CISCA is a perverse imagination of the designers of clothes, no two bras that open same, or two belts that look, and there is nothing more cool than a budding relationship and bad luck when abruptly drop buttons).

Well as I said, no more than look at the photo, the bra has a button in the center, one can assume that is the end. No, because the pants are the same!. And of course, in the dark, can be a very long fight with the false button fastener, and suddenly she had enough, go and let us go, "Wow, I leave, that my partner is gone."

So the recommendation, if a woman has small breasts, is simply raise your glass above her breasts. It is elegant, she has been thinking all afternoon how sexy bra was going to get, to find suddenly that it throw up without enjoying it, but at least it's better to be struggling with.

Well as I said, there is a difference between the dark room and Jacuzzi, and you see the face (not the rest) of the people there are. That is, not as anonymous as the darkroom, where only skin. Here's face, there looks, no smile if you want. You see the person you are playing.

And besides looks Jacuzzi public / private interest, a girl can be with her boyfriend, kissing, fondling, while exciting foot neighbor. It is a curious multifaceted game that lets you see and be seen doing something visible in broad daylight, and something invisible, all at the same time.

And what is done in the hot tub? it generally goes well in couple plan to see and be seen, while playing with the neighbor hidden (or not so hidden, in the end also is changed partners, or formed quartets). Fuck fuck not, in general, although it depends on the permissiveness of places.

Few things are more exciting to see the boy sitting on the edge, with his whole body tense as she caresses her with his lips. Or vice versa, the girl is the one who is sitting with his face between her thighs, while the look of it is lost. And no one is watching so obscene (though if the corner of my eye, of course .

From experience, I think something that amused to women is excited with the feet of men who have close. Note that the man is watching, which is excited by what they do with their partner and then leave a foot (sometimes a hand) to check the result.

In the jacuzzi at times they let some guy alone (I knew the place well), so that the lionesses can choose their prey. In fact, some girls (they come in the Jacuzzi are usually the most gears) are there to see what is caught, and never better used, to go after the mat without the darkroom incognita, where there is neither appearance or the age of the honoree.

That's where the girls are old enough now to look for what they call "yogurines" boys of about 30 years, and probably not going to give them a look or a disk. These guys are out there willing to do a favor (and, above all, to do it) to any kind woman who is near them, remember what I had in my entry "non if Picca ...."

So, dear friends, if you have one day win, but win playing like hair, no surprises, no complications, without having to endure the (non) conversation in a heavy, which explains his misfortunes you work / family / marital, I I encourage you to seek a friend to take you away to a club. Why go solo, the first time, gives perhaps a bit of stick ...

Another day I'll explain what happened to me in the jacuzzi