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Photo reblogged from Turn Ons with 26 notes
I was sitting at the terrasse of a café of the 1rst arrondissement in Paris. Next to me a man was telling his friend he had this project for a full service salon. My mind started racing about what it would be like. Well I guess this animation pretty much sums up what I started to picture, although I must confess the male version got me slightly more excited. A good scalp massage while you’d be given head.
The entrepreneur in me then started to kick in. And soon I was building the business plan and wondering if I could easily find funding for such a place. Probably not from your average VC…
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Photo reblogged from Julia with 99 notes
She is from the see. Born on an island or another, she is from everywhere or rather she is from where her heart will take her.
A mermaid she is, with her long curly hair.
You may think you cannot understand her songs. That’s because she mixes languages or rather uses the one that best expresses her emotions and her love.
From the see she looks at the world and the people with eyes incredibly beautiful and deep. And if you see her looking away from you, it’s just because she is shy of her own beauty.
And when you’re lucky enough to see people through her eyes, you become fascinated by her sensuality and erotism.
I’m lucky, I met her…
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Photo reblogged from M'as-Tu-Vu ..* with 8 notes
Everyday she would wake up to the sound of his voice. His deep moving voice. It would be faint first, as in a dream, closer then, as she would come out of the mist. Until she would fully get the meaning of the poetry he had chosen for her.
His voice that could command to her in the most harsh way at night, leading her where no one else had ever taken her. His voice that would whisper such dirty loving words in her demanding ears.
Pretending to be still asleep, a faint smile illuminating her face, she would lay and savor his warm alleviating voice.
Yes, she was in love with that voice…
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Photo reblogged from Cameltoe McCougar with 875 notes
One of my former mistresses was very much into phone sex. I would go on business trips and each time I would call her, we would end up masturbating and coming together at both end of the line.
Once I called her and told her to put her phone down and activate the loudspeaker. I told her to get fully naked and wait.
I got back on the line a few minutes later. I told her someone was about to ring at her door. She was to open and let my friend come in. At no time was she allowed to talk.
When she opened the door I asked my buddy to position her and spank her hard. He would not stop until I’d said so.
Then I told him to finger her and debrief me on how wet she was. Finally I let him fuck her until she came harder than ever while I exploded in my hotel room.
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Photo reblogged from Camwhorez with 6 notes
She had been designated by her boss to drive us to the airport. I was sitting at the back, my colleague making conversation at the front. He was in a rush completely focused on the road. I had two hours to kill before my late flight, enjoying the ride and relaxing.
Before stepping into the car I had the opportunity to admire her slim and eager body. She was very sexy, like girls from Nice can be.
In the mirror surrounded by the darkness of the night I could see the reflection of her eyes lighted by the cars facing us. Those were deep and sensual. I kept staring at them with intensity and desire.
More and more often our gazes crossed. Lust was starting to build despite the presence of my colleague.
When reaching the airport she read aloud the sign “Dépose minute / Kiss and fly”, but only the English words while looking intensely at me in the mirror.
My colleague stepped out of the car in front of Terminal 1, and my driver continued towards Terminal 2.
Suddenly she took a turn to the right and left the airport for a dark area where she parked. She looked at me in the mirror and said “Please Sir, step outside and fuck me hard”.
Photo reblogged from M'as-Tu-Vu ..* with 78,737 notes
One of my mistresses was very much into those sensual bites. She would request to bite me and I would come to actually appreciate and even look forward to it. It ended up as being a great turn on.
Progressively what had just started as a game became something more serious where she would leave marks on my fingers and my skin. Every bite delivered with a very similar smile as this girl’s.
I tried to conceal the marks hoping it would go unnoticed, until one day when I was on a business trip with one of my co-workers having dinner in Helsinki, Finland.
After the usual company chat came the more personal stuff. And suddenly she grabbed my hand and said: “so you’re into biting… I couldn’t help but notice those marks. Would you mind if I were to leave my marks on you tonight ?”
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Photo reblogged from wandsering with 524 notes
I was attending this board meeting playing the referee between the investors and the management team. The tension was palpable. French language was used in all its meanings.
My mobile vibrated on the table causing a pause in this ocean of niceties being shouted by both sides. Everybody turned to me with questionnable faces.
I glanced at the screen of my iPhone. There was a picture and the message read “I’ve been naughty. I’m downstairs in my car. Come spank my ass!”.
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Photo reblogged from Subjects of Lust with 240 notes
“Lara Croft…”, the guy sitting in front of the new intern had send this alert message to the rest of the development team. “I’m sitting in front of Lara Croft”.
And Lara Croft she was. Dressed in khaki shorts with a tight black t-shirt. Her slim body, her long legs, her pushed-up breasts, her tanned skin and long auburn hair, her devastating smile, her beauty, her sweetness, her intelligence and the sensuality of the way she moved and talked, everything in her was sublime.
For years of working with her and for as long as I’ll have a memory, she has been, is and will be a fantasie.
Photo reblogged from Amor e Sexo +18 with 18 notes
My former wife holds this top ranking position at a fashion house in Paris. She gets a new intern every quarter. She always makes a point to ask HR for young women from abroad. The lucky ones get to spend 3 months in her office learning all there is to know about French haute couture.
As when we were living together she would always forget to tell them during the interview she would bring them home for her pleasure (and mine at the time) or along to various Parisian parties where the interns would get trained in French haute luxure.
Photo reblogged from Love to love you (baby) with 431 notes
Earlier today, this gorgeous 40 year old woman dressed in that unique Parisian style was sitting in front of me in a Brasserie of the rue Saint-Honoré.
From time to time she was gazing away from our business conversation towards a beautiful young woman sitting behind me to the left. A gaze that was more than a casual check. A gaze that said “I desire you.”
And every time her eyes came back looking at me I could see the reflection of my own arousal in them.
Source: love-to-love-you
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