For my sisters birthday I bought her tickets to come visit Barcelona and Madrid with me and a friend. It turned out that whilst in Barcelona it was the world champ poker tournament and that the place we were staying at was a regular spot for the players to reside.
There were so many awesome characters and with that entourage came some pretty amazing girls. This one in particular was called Rachael, she was a few years younger than me and you could see that she was buzzing from the vibe of the place. Her youth filled her with a lust for what life had to offer and in this case that meant taking everything she could get.
It also turned out that she was about to start studying the same subject that I had all ready been versed in for the last two years - it was an instant hit.
We wen’t clubbing every night and on this one particular evening we ended up in this insane little club tucked away down one of the back streets. We were drinking hard, making out and had just dropped a couple of pills when suddenly my favorite tune started blasting from the speakers. We instantly hit the dance-floor which was affectively a hanging cage and proceeded to loose our minds. The dj’s in question turned out to be Soulwax giving a live rendition of their latest album ‘too many dj’s’. At the time this was the only thing I was listening to so the experience of raving to it live, rushed of my tits on pills with the sexiest girl I had experienced for the last year was simply too much.
I sobbed like a little girl on the dance-floor, so stoked was I with my predicament.
We got back around 7 in the morning and proceed to have sex for the next couple of hours before finally succumbing to tiredness.
I look back on that night with total reverence - a couple more like that please before I die.
That summer holiday at the end of the second year a friend and I decided to visit Cuba. I had travelled a lot over the years and given my total lack of spanish and very little funds thought that this would be a suitably ambitious destination to go spend a month or two.
Needless to say Cuba was amazing for a million different reasons. Given the nature of this post however I can only really talk about one thing - the girls :-). Soooooo many girls all so exotic and exciting.
This one particular girl, who I can’t remember her name for the life of me, I met in a cave-rave somewhere near the city of Trinidad. Now I would claim to be able to dance and I was doing my best to keep up with the Cuban salsa, but this girl was on another level. For some reason she seemed interested in my UK shuffling and we ended up dancing together for the entire night.
The amazing thing about Cuban girls was how forward they were and she was no exception. She practically invited herself back to the house I was staying at and proceeded to royally fuck my brains out. Through out she was in total control and I have never spent so much time lying on my back, relaxing, whilst having a beautiful girl riding my cock.
As a final feather in the evenings cap she proceeded to ask my permission, in the sexiest spanish accent, whether she could put it in her arse!
“Of course” I replied.
Viva la Cuba :-)
One of the best aspects of my course was the time I got to spend with so many amazing, intelligent and beautiful girls. They all had passion and plenty of edge and I had a crush on nearly all of them in one way or another.
One day we were sat outside in the sun at the uni bar and I leant back on my chair to soak up the rays. For whatever reason I had gone comando that day. As I stretched, the top of my pube line must have crept across the edge of my jeans because a girl on my table called Charlie asked me if I had any underwear on!
“No” I replied, “Ha” she giggled “neither have I”.
Now Charlie had a boy friend who I knew she was serious about but we had flirted in the past and I had to seize the moment.
“I don’t believe you” I said.
She looked at me and I looked her straight back as if do dare her. She had this floral white dress on that looked stunning in the bright summer sun. She slowly opened her legs and gave me a full flash of her gorgeously clean quim. She closed her legs and smiled at me.
“Told you”, she said.
Sometime during my second year of uni I hooked up with this girl in the year below called Keira. I remember she had the most perfect skin and a really quiet and cute way about her. She had gorgeous little nipples and was constantly changing the colour of her hair.
I thought she was lovely and loved the way she would go about things knowing that I was looking and smiling at her whilst pretending that she hadn’t noticed. We had a lot of fun but I knew that it could be no more. My head said that she had all the things I was looking for in a girl but deep down I new that this was not so.
I have always trusted my gut - I always will.
What do american girls do amazingly?
In a nut shell, they give the best blow jobs ever! Not that I have received many from Americans but every one I have has been a memorable experience.
None more so than the fabulous Roxy who to this date is the only girl that has reduced me to a bag of orgasmic jelly.
We were five minutes into pashing on the sofa and I will never forget the way she asked me for my permission to suck my cock. I sat back, relaxed and watched her swallow it right up to my balls. Once there it was like she had a pneumatic masseur working in the back of her throat. To this day I still don’t know what exactly she did but I will be forever grateful that she did.
Jenny was tiny standing at least an inch under 5 foot. She is the smallest person I have had sex with to date and a unique experience to boot. I met her at the local night club and bragged that she was so small and me so strong that I could easily carry her home.
She begged to differ but I was having none of it.
Seeing the intent of my ways she decided to grab the bull by the horns. She challenged me, that if I could carry her all the way back to hers then I was allowed to stay the night. “Amazing”, I thought, I have totally scored how hard can this be.
It was not until kicking out time that I actually asked her where she lived?
Shit!
The trip was easily six miles which sober would have given me doubt. I was pretty drunk and pretty fit though, which as a combo can make you believe you are invincible and I promised her that I could do it under an hour.
So ridiculous was the claim she agreed!
1 hour and 8 minutes later we were having sex in the front porch of her house :-)
I was well and truly shagged
During the holidays at Uni I was fortunate enough to be working on trips and ventures abroad. Despite being fun the earnings were small and so during term time another money maker was needed. I knew that clothes were something I loved and I set about posting my CV to all the shops that catered for my style. Fortunately the top shop on my A-list happened to be looking for work and I totally fitted the bill.
New place of work, new opportunities and it did not take me long to hook up with the manager of our sister store just across the road. She was from South Africa and her name was Jacoline, she was a few years older and had the most wonderful accent. She was pretty skinny and had these little breasts that would hang when she leant forward. I would not call them saggy but they definitely lay flat and combined with her slim nature gave her an air of fragility. The funny thing was she had the arse of a black girl and I swear you could rest a glass on it even with her stood straight. In that respect she was far from the timid persona her front might have implied!
I loved her juxtaposition of accent, physicality and style :-)
Victoria was one of those girls I used to dream about and then suddenly found in my life. It was a matter of her best friend staying with us for a time and the fortune of me meeting her hence. She was so so beautiful, but the thing that caught my hearts attention was her laugh and smile.
She laughed like she had not a fear in the world.
One afternoon it was just her and I in the house and we were looking for something to keep us busy. My flatmate at the time was smoking this herb called Salvia and was raving about the trips it produced. 2 hours later we had smoked his supply and together had painted my room. We painted a huge Che Guevara and a life size Elvis with a Superman above the sink. The overall affect was supreme and I could tell she was loving our time together.
We did get it together but it was short and sweet as my confidence could not handle her appeal. I was terrified of losing what I had and ultimately that turned her off.
I guess you can’t love in fear of losing because you ultimately end up trapping the object of your affection. Giving somebody freedom can be the sexiest thing that you do!
Towards the end of my first year at Uni i slept with this girl who had just finished her A-levels. She was out celebrating with friends at the local club and her bunch and my bunch had mingled and matched. Charm was much shorter than me but easily a good stone heavier thanks to an abundance of puppy fat covering her whole body. Her skin was beautiful, her cheeks rosey and she laughed throwing her head back as in to embrace the fun. At the time she was the largest girl I had shared adventures with and I loved every second of the experience we had.
She was giving me a blowjob on her fours, with me on my knees and I was looking for something to do. So I leant over and grabbed her arse while she sucked my shaft with the ambition of pleasuring her to. It was not as simple as reaching between and feeding the poney her meal. I had to fight through the flesh and bury my hands until I could give her a feel.
Brilliant :-)
One of the trips I worked on whilst at university was leading a bunch of people walking for charity in southern Norway. Along the route a vehicle of sorts would drive ahead and set up spots for refreshment, food and camping. The whole thing was being managed by a local lady who was being employed by the company I was working for. She was called Helle, was in her mid 40’s and to Scandinavian form was tall and blonde. She had the beautiful physique of one who had settled in the comfort of her own form and the graceful demeanour of experience. I would tease her as some kind of motherly figure but she knew in my eye that I longed to pull down her pants and feast on her northerly european flavour. The tension built through the trip and finally when the moment arose we both completely new what was happening. The thing that surprised me was that it did not explode into a ball of lust but evolved and matured like a fine wine. I love the way she calmly got undressed before leaning herself beside me and sucking my nob. She told me that Helle meant Mythological battle maiden - nothing could have been further from the truth.
