I was driving home the other day, through Gloucestershires beautiful countryside, on a wonderful warm summers day, past cornfields waving in the breeze and it got me thinking about ‘outdoor’ sex and how much I enjoyed, times in the past, having sex outdoors. My earliest memory of lying out on a hot summers day and being wanked off, is a close run thing, between a girl called Janet Simpson, who’s pussy, I remember smelt so sweet or Mr Vaughn doing it too me, on the way home from school, when he lured me into a field, pulled my shorts down and played with my cock, till it seeped a little cum bu… 阅读更多内容

I mentioned at the end of my reminiscences in Berlin and Amsterdam about Sandra coming home with a little memento, in the form of a sexually transmitted disease you catch, by being fucked by lots of different men. I suppose it was a bit of an ‘occupational hazard’ for both Sandra and her daughter, who, in fairness to both of them, ‘most’ of the time took the necessary precautions to avoid catching anything, especially Sandra, although her daughter Sarah, I have to say, was a lot more relaxed in the ‘rubber’ department. For starters she never seemed to have any rubbers in her handbag, unlike he… 阅读更多内容

I recently mentioned in my story about my holiday with Sandra that I’d made a previous trip abroad with her, to Berlin when the company I worked for, exhibited at the huge Messe Hall exhibition centre in the city. It must have been in the early nineties, as Germany, at that time was still using the Deutsche Mark but I can’t remember that exact date. I must have been in my late forties and Sandra about fifty, if that, just in her prime sexually and me, an up and coming manager, within the company. We’d flown to Berlin on the Monday and, again, if my memory serves me right, due to fly home on t… 阅读更多内容

I’m about to return from a lovely 10 days on the Athenian Rivera and it got me thinking about the only ‘proper’ holiday that I ever took with Sandra. I’d told my wife that I was going to a Trade Fair, in Milan, for a week, well Monday to Friday actually, and that I’d be really busy so not to worry too much about contacting me. Of course Sandra was well up for it and didn’t need a second asking as she’d already been to lots of ‘trade fairs’ in the UK, even one in Berlin, with me, in the past, and that’s ’definitely’ another story, but not a proper ‘holiday’ as such. We met at Bristol airport… 阅读更多内容

I was recently asked if Sandra and her daughter, Sarah, ‘played’ together and the answer is yes, although not very often, to my knowledge. When we went to ‘party’s’ and the like, obviously, when things got hot, neither of them were averse to a bit of female pussy and I often found them enjoying each other and other women. I can however remember one particular day when I did catch the pair of them ‘at it’ !!! I’d been working north of Birmingham and it had been a long hot drive down the M5 to Sandra’s cottage and all I really wanted was food and a nice cool shower. I’d let myself in and didn’t… 阅读更多内容

I recently wrote about a ‘party’ I went to, with Sandra, in Cheltenham albeit in the ‘posh’ part of town and with definitely, some very upmarket attendees. Well about a year or so before this ‘party’, I’d attended another one, with Sandra and her daughter, to a much less fashionable area of the town , a large warehouse on an industrial estate to the north of the town. I have to say, before I relate the story, that I’d been to quite a few parties over the years but this one was definitely the most depraved, sordid, kinkiest, sexiest one that I attended. It was also probably the best organised… 阅读更多内容

It was probably around the mid nineties when my affair with Sandra reached its crescendo, sex wise, insomuch as that sex with her, whilst always ‘full on’, was, to me anyway becoming, and I hate to admit it, a bit of a chore and her demands for ‘extreme’ and ‘kinky’ sex was fast becoming an addiction for her too. I was, at that time, spending more and more time at her place, rather than at home with my wife, as my work was increasingly centred around the area in which her house was located. Sandra was insatiable and after a hard days work, I would hardly through the front door, before, usually… 阅读更多内容

I was recently watching a you tube video of an interview with the group pop group ABBA, early on in their careers, and especially the two girls, Agnatha and Anni-Frid, who were wearing very tight and revealing black Lycra legging type slacks, the dark haired one in particular with, what I thought was a quite pronounced camel toe. This set my mind back, to a day trip I’d made with Sandra, a divorcee I was having an affair with, to Worcester and what she’d wore that day. That particular weekend I was staying over at Sandra’s place, rather than going home to my wife and after the usual obligato… 阅读更多内容

Surprisingly for me, I do remember this particular day that I’m about to relate to you and what happened, quite well. It must have been the late eighties, as at that time I was selling laminating machinery, and I’d secured a big order from a company in Redditch, south of Birmingham. I can remember that the owner was a lovely chap called Alan whose wife looked like a well known TV actress, famous for being the barmaid in coronation street! She’d dressed like her too, very short mini skirt with long, stocking encased, legs and I’m bloody convinced that she was trying it on with me as every time… 阅读更多内容

I was recently having a lovely wank over a sexy story I was reading, regarding sex with lorry drivers and I suddenly remembered that I’d participated in something very similar, years ago. My memories of the event were and still are a little bit vague but you’ll understand why, as my reminiscence unfolds. Mr Vaughn, who ‘sort” of ran a corner shop at the end of our road, used to sell fresh eggs, which he used to get from a farm, down near Shepton Mallet in Somerset. He’d go down there once a week, usually on a Wednesday afternoon, in his shiny green Morris traveller and, especially in the summ… 阅读更多内容

I well remember that it was quite early on in my ‘education’ with Mr Vaughn that I went to the cinema with him and his friend Mr Johnson.  I’d only just started going to his house with Barry after scouts on a Monday night and my evening there had mostly consisted of Mr Vaughn playing with mine and Barry’s cocks, wanking his cock and him watching me wank and suck Barry off. The cinema trip was a treat, he told me, and that I’d enjoy the film but I wasn’t to tell my mum or dad, as it was for big boys only!!   The cinema was in the central area, just off the Old Market area and was… 阅读更多内容

This story relates to a trip I made to London with Mr Vaughn, Mr Manning and his wife Margaret. It must have been the late sixties when Mr Manning, who’d been in the RAF during the war had been invited to London, to be involved with a museum, the RAF were opening around that time, in Hendon. We must have looked a bit of an odd quartet as we boarded the Ambassador coach in Bristol, for the journey up to the smoke, insomuch as that I was much younger than my other travelling companions, quite a bit in fact. Mr Vaughn was always usually smart and on this occasion he certainly was, as was Mr Mann… 阅读更多内容

Having mentioned, in my last story, about whoring in the north with the sexy Sandra, especially regarding our trips to the red light area in Middlesbrough, I thought I’d relate a few more experiences regarding our time in the Leeds area . When the factory, where we both worked, in the south west closed, it was decided that the product would now be manufactured in the Newcastle, but, for various reasons it was temporarily located to Leeds, which is how we came to be there. I’ve talked about Sandra, a lot, in my reminiscences but I’ll quickly do a recap. Stunningly gorgeous, late forties, earl… 阅读更多内容

After mentioning in my last story of my reminiscences of visiting the Middlesbrough red light area, with Sandra, I thought I’d better elaborate a bit more. During our time in Newcastle we probably went down to the red light area in Middlesbrough, certainly more than a dozen times, probably more like twenty times, mostly on a Wednesday or Thursday night and only, really during the summer months. Sandra was very aware of my penchant for prostitutes, either just looking at them or using them, as long as I used a rubber and had accompanied me, in the past, to the red light areas of Bristol and t… 阅读更多内容

This story is pretty well one hundred percent true although, for obvious reasons I have changed the names of most of the participants and might have been a bit vague in some of the locations as well xx enjoy It was probably around the late eighties when the company I worked for was taken over by a company based in the north east of England and the decision made, to relocate the manufacturing process, to that area. Several key personnel were requested and selected to accompany the company’s product north, which included myself and a woman called Sandra, who I’d recently started an illicit aff… 阅读更多内容

We usually met, outside a little church, in a little village, just off the A46 every other Friday. Our Friday trysts invariably followed the same pattern, usually without exception. We’d meet about midday and Annabelle, definitely NOT her real name, I hasten to add, usually arrived after me. I always arrive dressed, certainly in the summer, in my favourite pink bodycon dress (see pics of me wearing it in my pics), sometimes tan holdups, a pair of knickers, red wig, false boobs and loads of makeup. Annabelle always liked me to look a bit tarty, well actually a lot tarty!!! And I always liked to… 阅读更多内容

Rolling on from my reminiscences regarding my relationship with the dirty pervert, Mr Vaughn, I can remember going to Birmingham with him, Margaret, Arthur’s wife and the even more dirty and perverted, Mr Manning, not long after my first foray into cross dressing and the party that followed. One of the women, at the party had been a woman called Chrissy, from Birmingham, who it transpired had been invited down to Bristol by another one off Mr Vaughn’s dirty friends and also that she was on the game, a prostitute. She’d had such a good time that she asked Mr Vaughn if he fancied coming up to B… 阅读更多内容

When I think back about it now, all those years ago, it always seemed to involve that dirty little fucker, Mr Vaughn. So called Sexual education, depravity in all shapes and forms and utter filth, his fingers or cock were usually involved in some way. My formative beginnings in cross dressing and being abused and used by other men, was one example that springs to mind. Yes, Mr Vaughn knew I didn’t mind wearing the odd gym slip or camisole when I’d wank or suck his cock off, he knew I used to go to my friends Barry’s house after school for the pair of us to wank each other off looking at the ‘… 阅读更多内容

I was recently talking to another ‘hamster’ about my complicated sex life, well not now, but about ten or fifteen years ago. You’ll have to bear with me on this as it takes a bit of following, but hang on in there. Firstly I was married, well I still am although, as I worked away at that time we could lead fairly separate lives. I was lucky if I saw my wife more than once or twice, for a long weekend, every couple of months. Most of the time, when I wasn’t working away, or at least the time my wife thought I was, I stayed and slept with Sandra who, if you’ve read any other of my reminiscence… 阅读更多内容

I’d known Debbie (not her real name, I hasten to add!!) for about four or five years and our relationship had grown, over that time into one of a very close sexual and emotional one, in fact id go as much as to say I was madly in love with her. I was also, during this period, also having an ‘affair’ with a divorced woman I worked with called Sandra who knew of my crossdressing desires and also my meets with Debbie. It was a bit different with Sandra insomuch as that I was very fond of her but it was definitely more of sexual ‘arrangement’. She just couldn’t get enough sex and I was happy to ob… 阅读更多内容