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European spa group sex

My girlfriend fucked by three strangers in a hot tub

Living in Europe for decades, one of my favourite holidays had always been skiing on the Austrian Alps. One of the best features and attractions of the area are the amazing spas. Huge complexes with numerous hot pools, hot tubs, saunas, steam rooms etc. where visitors relax (and play) after a day of playing in the snow. I was in one of these Austrian ski/spa resort towns with my girlfriend P for a week-long holiday full o...

A lazy morning off

How good can shower sex be?

Your flatmate hasn’t left for work yet. We have both been up and about having breakfast and you have even had a shower. I was a little disappointed because I was looking forward to joining you in there, but now the job is done. You have been looking at me kind of funny and I think I know what is on your mind, but I'm not sure because I haven't seen you for so long. The door closes and you watch your flattie walk down the...

On Kapiti Coast

Morning sex on the beach

We’d spent the night camping on the beach. The surf is very quietly lapping against the shore. It’s early morning g in the summer, the light not yet with us. We’re lying tucked up in bed inside the tent. Curled, entwined together, spooning, naked. I revel in the warmth of your skin, the smell of your hair. You’re still asleep, peacefully resting. I love this moment, this secret moment, and I hold it just for me. It is jus...

How best to apply sunscreen

Oral sex in the sun by the pool

One thing you wouldn't guess that turns me on? The smell of sunscreen. When I get a dose of that scent... I get a familiar glint in my eye, and you know what I’m thinking! I'd love to lay you down on a towel, face down outside by the pool on a sunny day. Your skin is warm to the touch and I’d slowly peel your bikini off. I'd untie your top and slip it from under you and then kiss my way down your naked back to the crack o...

A night on the South Coast

One amazing woman, one amazing night

I didn’t have the house to myself, so we’d headed out late autumn to the South Coast for a drive and a picnic. I’d prepared the back of the Land Rover, laying all the seats flat and laid out some thick blankets and a thin mattress. As we drove out we chatted, about everything and nothing. We both found it hard to concentrate, the distraction of the thought about what was coming next being quite powerful. We pulled up on a...