My wife and I booked a long weekend at Thoresby Hall, a Warner’s hotel in Nottinghamshire for adults only. It was the second night of our stay and we were drinking ( quite a lot ) in the bar after our evening meal. The bar was busy and my wife was wearing a pretty summer dress, about calf length and a lowish neckline. I was getting a bit tired and I suggested that we go back to our room and watch some TV. She wanted to stay, we argued a bit and I said “ I’m going anyway, do what you like, you normally do! “ and went back to our room. An hour or so went by and Pam returned to the room, a short visit to the bathroom and then a “ bye, I will see you later “ What happened next is in my wife’s words. Dave and I had a bit of a tiff over whether we went back to the room when I was still enjoying a drink. He left and I stayed at the bar. I am 57, attractive ( so I’m told ) and do like to flirt a little, given the opportunity. A guy who I think was in his 30’s kept looking at me and I smiled at him. He came over and offered to buy me a drink. We sat on a comfy settee and chatted for a while and he put his hand on my knee and sat a bit closer. This felt really good and I was enjoying the attention. He leant over for a kiss and I thought “ why not, you only live once “ - it was fabulous and I felt that tongue against mine making me tingle all over. He ( Tom ) suggested that as it was a warm night and the hotel had such lovely grounds that a walk outside might be fun. I agreed and said that I’d nip back to my room and meet him by the foyer. I went to my room, nipped into the bathroom for a freshen up, removed my knickers ( it just felt right! ) told Dave that he may see me later on, and walked out. I met Tom in the foyer and we set off through the garden with his arm around me or holding my hand. We stopped occasionally in shady corners and had long lingering kisses with him brushing against my thinly clad nipples and me feeling his hard tool against my body. This was so nice and so different to when I’m with Dave. When we were in a much more wooded area, we stopped by a tree and Tom pushed me against the tree, kissing me passionately, his hand running up my thigh, past my waist and edging towards my tits. He felt them tenderly, followed by the other hand on my other tit. My tits are so sensitive that this was absolute heaven. He then slid one hand down again and it went up my thigh high clad leg past my knee and caressed the top before going towards my damp pussy. He was surprised and pleased to find no knickers and his fingers soon went to work bringing me to an almost continual orgasm. He then said “ there is a bowls hut nearby where we can relax undisturbed - ok “ I nodded and hand in hand we set off. “ Hope this isn’t far” I said, and it wasn’t. We went in and although a bit basic had a large armchair. I sat down and he stood in front of me as I undid his zip and dropped his trousers and pants to the floor, then licking the end of his sticky cock before taking it in my mouth, sucking and nibbling the end. Then he knelt in front of me, lifted my dress and his tongue was around my pussy. I have never felt that turned on before, especially from a man about 30 years younger. He then held both my hands to help me up, turned me around and bent me forward over the back of the armchair and I gasped as his cock entered me, giving me the hardest fuck I have had in years, if not ever. We then walked hand in hand back to the hotel like 2 teenagers and promised each other it was a bed on the next night - and it was but that is another story…………… 2 A long weekend last summer Pt 2 Tom had already said that he would really love to see me the following day in more comfortable surroundings and I had agreed. Dave wanted to have a day playing golf and I had already said that I would have a day lazing around the pool and spa area. After breakfast ( where I had spotted Tom and he smiled ), Dave went off and said that he would see me for dinner at about 6ish. I immediately phoned Tom to see what we were doing for the day. The pool area as a starters was a good suggestion from him. I had brought two swimsuits with me, a bikini and a one piece - it had to be the bikini, so its off to the pool. I changed and went out to the pool, spotting Tom who was just going into the steam room so I followed him in. Couldn’t see much but a soft voice said “ morning Pam, quiet in here today, looks like we have the pool and spa to ourselves “, although it was early. He leant across and gave me a kiss, followed by a cuddle then a hand released by bra catch and my boobs dropped out, being caught by Toms hands. They felt so good and I could feel myself warming to the day ahead. His hand then slid down my body into the front of my bikini bottoms and fingers moved around my (now damp ) pussy. I responded by slipping a hand into his shorts, pulling out his cock and giving it a slow massage. I heard the door open and we quickly dressed as another couple

Here’s a common scenario. You’re talking to someone, encouraging the conversation, and perhaps even guilty of catering to the others opinion, until you happen to say something that happens to challenge their twisted perception, and instead of considering another side, they throw their arms in the air like a 6-year-old kid, and dish out that last desperate tactic which put simply is “well, you wouldn’t understand, you don’t have kids... or whatever the appropriate filler may be.” It’s the only card left to play, reserved for when all else fails, and all other recourse of civilized conversation has been exhausted. When their delicate little world of opinion is threatened, they go for the throat. It’s perhaps the only thing which distinguishes us from the rest of the herd. Even if it holds no merit, based solely on an identity complex, conjured up by the narrow-minded twits who can’t understand how the world is in such a bad state. Do I really need to enroll myself into academic stupidity in order to speak to you, and relate to your fairy tales. Congratulations, you have a kid, here’s a medal, you’re special, now sit the fuck down, shut up and get back in line. Now we’re all guilty of this, don’t deny it, you know you’re a schmuck too. Me? I’m perfect, or haven’t you noticed yet. Now allow me to transition into another peeve.. I offer another common story. A little girl day dreams about the man she will meet, the wedding of the century, and the mapped out before she even learns to tie her own shoes. Or a father who finds false pride and purpose in fatherhood when the kid is but a cum shot in its mother’s eye. Or an inmate who finds God. Or someone who is suddenly confronted with his own mortality, who comes to remedy the emptiness of his life. Or the young reject who makes a solemn oath that when he finds love, he will devote his entire self to it. All which you perceive, is but some symptoms of this self imposed reality, forced upon you by mass perception. Is it no surprise people are miserable. Why is it everyone seems to love their child? Some are simply not loveable. It’s okay to hate your kid, after all, he’s a human being with a personality, who may likely grow to be an asshole. You love him not because of the person he is, but rather the belief that you should love him. People are inherently selfish. This is not a bad thing, and I distrust anyone who thinks otherwise. It is the driving force behind survival and reproduction. We are driven to acquire, to prosper and to grow. The necessary mechanics without which, a people can be lead to overly sympathetic gestures, like a mass suicide in the name of their God. I once took this Emotional Intelligent quotient test, which instead rated you on how you reacted to a given situation as opposed to how you understand it. I failed miserably. It pretty much said I had the EQ of a dog turd. Correction, I believe the turd scored 2 points higher than me. Since when did understanding become actions. “I understand you’re an asshole, but I ain’t lending you my girlfriend.” WTF!!! And while I’m on the subject of love. What a deluded concept. I shouldn’t speak too loud, since I’m partly responsible. You see, I write about this shit, but I can distinguish between want and expect. And those who can’t, most likely believe in unicorns and guardian angels who watch you touch yourself. Love is composed of respect, admiration, laughter, security, whatever else you wanna throw in this big bag of tricks. What it isn’t, is this separate magical entity that seeks to touch you in inappropriate ways when you’re not looking. We love because it feels good, why can’t that be enough. It’s a mutual understanding that we use one other, until she tries to kill the bastard in his sleep. When all signatures are laid on paper, it doesn’t really matter who it is. Make no delusions about it. Even Mother Teresa is suffered from a selfish disorder. Wanting... no needing to know that her life was of use to someone else. And instead made her 475 constituents preserve the spirit of poverty. So no one questioned why she wanted to gather so much money from benefactors, when she herself had taught them that even storing tomato sauce showed lack of trust in Divine Providence. Long after her death, there is debate as to where the funds had gone to. So this brings us back to where we started. When someone speaks about imaginary experiences from make believe land, and says you just wouldn’t understand. Please stand up for the sake of humanity and knock 3 times on their heads, saying “I do understand, it’s just not the answer you want to hear.” Then let them be, cause their most likely gonna reassure themselves by masturbating in front of a mirror. And don’t forget to stay off my beach!