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Wednesday, 17 June 2020

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Woman Who Came Again — 24 Years Later

*All articles part of the Memoirs of an Incognito Friend series are intended for a mature audience. Viewer discretion is advised.

You may remember one of the earliest articles in the Memoirs of an Incognito Friend series: The Girl Who Came. The following is another experience my buddy went through with the same passionate girl, now a passionate woman, only that it is 24 full years later. True storytelling material. Insane? Yes. Rare? Absolutely. Happy to report that she did come this time as well.

On their first encounter he was 18 while she must have been sweet 16. They met several times during the following year then they both dropped out of the radar. About 15 years later he found out through social media that she had left the country and got married. By that time he had also left; so social media became how they remained in contact despite the thousands of kilometers separating them.

Almost 10 more years had passed when the woman suggested it would be cool to meet up after all this time. He certainly agreed, yet was not too sure if it would happen. His reasoning was — and likely still is — when one is open to whatever life throws at them amazing things occur. Without forcing it or obsessing about it, if it is meant to happen, it will.

Then once when they both travelled back for visits she called him to try to make it happen. But it didn’t.

The following year they were both back again. This time they managed to meet. My buddy was enjoying some beach time and invited her over for a couple of nights. This was his first time to reunite with someone he was seeing 24 years prior. The same for her. So as with all first times, there was some unparalleled excitement from his part and probably from hers as well.

He had already experienced reuniting with an old flame as you may remember from Reliving a One-Night Stand...13 Years Later. He equally experienced being with a woman he has known for a similar number of years as you may remember from 22 Years Later — Once Teenagers Now Adults, however nothing had happened back then. So this remained as fresh and as novel as it can get.

On that fateful day my buddy opened the door to welcome her in. As soon as they were inside the house she approached to give him one wet and sloppy kiss, which he happily returned. He instantly then remembered how much of a good kisser she was — and still is. Shortly after they were all over each other, ending with wildly getting it on on the couch. Understandably, this first one was a quickie. But a mighty hot quickie.

He poetically later said: “It seems that each and every nerve ending of my body remembers her; it is like coming back home after a long, distant journey”.

This was probably why his body exploded in ecstasy few minutes through despite the fact that he can usually control himself, often waiting for his partner to cum first. But, he knew he needed to get this extra surplus out of the way to be able to carry on later on a cooler level. He would have relieved himself earlier as we sometimes do, but from what I understood, she passed by earlier in the day so there was no time.

Speaking of premature ejaculation, or what is more colloquially known as cumming too fast for men, my buddy remembers an older woman he was in bed with once in his early 20s and who once told him: If it is that good [that you’re getting there fast], then enjoy it. We can always do it again. Some wisdom here. Truly, if you try not to cum by thinking of wars or sports, you can only last so much. You are just delaying it. But, you're not in the Here and Now; you are somewhere else in your mind, which may not be the key. That is why we have quickies. Afterwards one can last longer as we ought to return the favour and get them there as well. With practice and mindfulness one can later upgrade to Tantric sex, during which orgasms are not the goal. But then if and when it happens, possibly hours later, you simply explode on a much deeper and personal level.

Back to our horny couple...

What followed are two or three hours of catching up, face-to-face this time. Apparently he found out that the woman is happily married as she has been faithful to her husband for over 15 years. Yet, she needed to revitalise her life by adding a tad bit of excitement into it while still not wanting to cheat on her hubby. So she openly, and boldly, shared with him the idea of shagging someone during her trip. And open-mindedly the man agreed.

That lucky someone happened to be our guy. Because as she confessed to him, whatever they had back then was still ingrained on her inner core. The lust was also still there. So now that they were both “grown-ups” and not teenagers she wanted it again.

After a few drinks and some magical smoke it was time for number two. Who could blame them, really. This time it was in the bedroom and even more steamy.

They had a home-cooked dinner that night then went to bed.

The next day after breakfast while the guy was sitting on the couch the woman came closer and began touching him all over. It didn’t take long that he took his shorts off and gave it to her warm-blooded mind and curvy body — slower this time to make sure she really gets to climax in Seventh Heaven. And she did. The window was wide open so anyone passing by could have seen them. They were both, however, quite fine with it, even aroused by the idea. As the possibility of being seen having wild sex turned them deviants on.

Finally the day after, she bid him farewell and went on her way.

The rare experience left them both elated for some time. As she shared later, she went back to her life a different person, feeling invigorated and revitalised. The encounter also made her regain her confidence and self esteem along a certain reassurance in herself, her womanhood, and her sexiness. As such, it was a healing experience she had been longing for in a while.

As for my buddy, the novelty such experience offers keeps him young at heart. One of his life philosophies — which I agree with — is that to stop doing new things is to start dying. With the Big Picture in mind, and in a rather unselfish way, being part of a healing experience of someone he likes and cares about comes close to conquering any orgasm his physical body may have had when they were together.

They promised to meet again before another 24 years. Ha.

Until the next adventure of my incognito friend.

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Tuesday, 25 February 2020

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Caught Hiding Under The Sink... Naked

*All articles part of the Memoirs of an Incognito Friend series are intended for a mature audience. Viewer discretion is advised.

After another brief hiatus, the Memoirs of my Incognito Friend are back!

Now this is a story from 25 years ago when my bud was in his late teens. He had a girlfriend at the time with whom he discovered sex, so they were going at it like mad rabbits. You may remember them from the earlier The Stain on the Levi’s Shirt — one of only two repeated heroines in all stories covered in the series.

At this age, the new experience causes lots of emotional and psychological thrills.   As such, one day they were at her place when the phone rang. It was her older sister who somehow knew she had company. The girl hung up the phone before asking the guy to hide. What? Why? My sister is coming! Oh shoot!

I don’t think there was time for him to flee the scene as the sister, who is about 10 or 12 years older, lives nearby. So hiding it was.

Thing is, he was essentially naked with nothing but her Inspector Clouseau trench coat on, which upon the hurried mayhem was the only thing he found close by. The girl then led her boyfriend to the kitchen, opened the small door of the cabinet underneath the sink, and asked him to get in. Then a few minutes later it was indeed the bell. Hmm.

The guy heard some commotion as the sisters were shouting at each other. The older was almost sure her sister had company while the latter was shamelessly shouting back: How could you even think I will get a guy to the family house?!   For a moment there, our poor fella thought it was going to pass and the sister will eventually leave. But he was wrong. The shouting kept getting closer and closer and closer… until suddenly the door of the cabinet was opened and there he was staring at her sister in the eyes. Woooops.

Now you have to picture this: He’s sitting on his behind while hugging his knees with only the coat on and nothing underneath. So if he tried to get up, his junk will be exposed for both to see. While it’s no issue his girlfriend sees his nude jewels, you don’t really want to flash the older sister, especially after getting caught red-handed in such a way. The only thing he did was stay put. As the older sister kept lecturing the girlfriend even more while standing there in the middle of the kitchen, he did not utter a single word and, of course, no movement.

After about five minutes — which seemed like aeons — the sisters left the kitchen, allowing him to get up and head to the bedroom to reach his clothes. But the kiddo was so shaken by the moment, he reached whatever he found around, ending up with wearing the girl’s jeans and/or her shirt. He then followed both sisters outside the house and into the lift down. It was quite an awkward minute in that enclosed elevator.   Once in the streets, he went towards the other direction the girls were going before stopping a cab. Only then did he realise that his money is in his jeans. He got in anyways and borrowed money from his doorman upon arrival.

Now the aftermath: The girlfriend called him up later to instruct him on how to fix the situation. Apparently, he had to call the older sister the next day and apologise. And he had to call at certain point of the day, so that her hubby wouldn’t be around the house. And that’s what he did.

“Hello. Hi, … . I want to say I’m really sorry about yesterday. Your sister had just got me some clothes from her recent trip and I was trying them on when the bell rang. So we freaked out and I hid. Sorry again.”

He then took it even further: “I’m in love with your sister and would love to marry her one day,” said the 17-year-old kid. Pfffff. Sorry, just couldn’t hold it. Pff.

Despite the many wacky adventures that followed, he never really got caught again. Close but no cigar. And THAT time he did, older him handled it like a Sultan.

Until the next adventure of my incognito friend.

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Saturday, 4 May 2019

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Affair With an Older Married Woman

*All articles part of the Memoirs of an Incognito Friend series are intended for a mature audience. Viewer discretion is advised.

Following another brief hiatus, the erotic adventures are back once again [for the renegade master]!

During his early 20s my buddy met an older American woman, D, at the gym. Being around 30 years of age, she was 8-10 years older. One day they exchanged phone numbers and on that same night she called him up, pretending to be returning the call. When he explained that he never called her home phone or left a message — along his first name — to whoever answered, she asked if he wanted to pass by her.

Hm. He had just taken his then-girlfriend home; in fact, he was on the way back in the car. Without much thinking, he agreed before going home to get ready then headed there.  

One thing he recalls is that D didn’t want the porter to see him going up. This is a common thing foreign or expat single women worry about in Egypt among Arab countries. More so 20 years ago than it is today. So as she suggested, he snuck into the building and went up the stairs rather than use the elevator.   

Another thing he clearly recalls is her huge boobs. And by huge, he means Samantha Fox HUGE, when the bra cup size belongs to the rarely used category of letters such as GG or something. For that reason — or so he thought — when things progressed between them she would never take her top off, even when everything else including the bra were gone. She also had long, curly blonde hair that complemented her angelic face.

On that memorable night in her flat, one thing led to the next, ending up in the bedroom. Following the passionate kissing and stimulating foreplay, they went all the way. Like for many other guys, doing an older woman had always been a raunchy fantasy for the young chap. As he matured it became somewhat of a preference as you can deduct from all the other articles part of the Memoirs series previously shared. So when it finally happened he gave it [her] his all. Literally. The sex was so steamy, it lasted for hours.

Eventually when done they were laying on the bed when D said: “I want you to know that I’m married.” Apparently she was afraid he would mind. The guy, however, didn’t. “I have a girlfriend,” he responded right back at her. Aha. So the situation was equal for both.

It is worth noting that the cheeky guy sort of knew about her being married. That is because right after they first met he happened to take a glimpse at her gym membership application, in which was written that she was indeed married. He sure appreciated her honesty on that first encounter and [hence] was encouraged to come clean as well.

After the pillow-talk confessions they did it again. Mayhap they both felt a tad lighter. It seemed to my bud that she hadn’t had sex in a while, because she was a beast in bed. And he meant that in a good way — great way, actually. Finally, after all was said and done by 3:00 am he kissed her goodbye before leaving, also through the stairs. Once again, he stealthily exited the building without being detected... à la MacGyver.   

The next day his young girlfriend was at his place when she tried to approach him with shagging shown all over her face. Thing is, his joystick was extremely sore from the previous night. It was the kind of pain one gets after jumping for hours, then some more hours. That’s in addition to all the muscle pain throughout his entire body. Apparently, the soreness and irritation were visible, rendering his shlong quite red. So without much thinking, my buddy went on to tell her how the day before he managed to hurt his manhood while zipping his pants; this was something he had endured in real before, so he knew. He also took it out for her to inspect.

“Oohh, poor you.”  

No doubts, whatsoever.    Mission accomplished.

My buddy and D went on to meet a few times, in secret. Once, he recalls, he had sex with both, his then-girlfriend and D, just hours apart. The very idea that he was inside one woman right after being inside another different woman was obviously such an ego boost for the young, mischievous chap. Nevertheless, he still had a whole lot to learn about life, women, relationships, and Truth. After a while, my buddy and D vanished from each other’s lives, leaving behind only but a sweet and sexy memory.

As always, whenever the stories said bud shares with me involve cheating, I feel compelled to clarify that it is not as cool as our younger selves used to think. It took us, however, more years and experimentation to reach such insight. I hold that we cheated because we could, rather than because we were not satisfied in our relationships. For all the thrill and excitement and rush and adrenaline resulting from doing something [dangerous] we shouldn’t be doing. Despite the fact that we never went to look for such adventures they still, somehow, occurred.

Truth is, if you’re not happy in a relationship, just leave; either remain single in the first place and enjoy the freedom or find someone else. As simple as that. It is certainly much healthier than remaining in dysfunctional relationships — for oneself as well as for the partner(s).

Until the next adventure of my incognito friend.

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Monday, 5 November 2018

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: 22 Years Later — Once Teenagers Now Adults

*All articles part of the Memoirs of an Incognito Friend series are intended for a mature audience. Viewer discretion is advised.

Following the Neighbour’s Lustful Guest, the Memoirs of an Incognito Friend series took a rather longer-than-usual hiatus. Finally I met my buddy and we had a lot to share. This story remains the highlight of our meeting.

As a teenager, my buddy heard about a younger girl who was quite sexy and “mature for her age” as she was also daring. Being a few years younger than us, naturally it was guys our age whom she would hook up with. Then one day the younger brother of a common friend of ours passed by his house and brought her with him. A pretty baby-face complemented a full rack and a set of long legs, the girl was indeed attractive. While the boys were around 19 or 20, she was 16 at the time.

  This was probably the last time he sees the girl in years. Even though he tried reaching her by letting the younger brother “bring” her one more time, it never happened and that was that.

Around the same hormonal stage, my buddy got distracted when he dated three girls simultaneously for about six months — as previously shared in Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Three Girls, One Perfume. Yep, this reference will make more sense a little further ahead.

About 13 years later the girl friended him on Facebook and they began chatting sometimes. He found out she had been married for ten years with kids. Slowly but surely, the innocent chatting turned into flirting. Both confessed that they have wanted the other since that first night, but then… life happened. Eventually they fantasised about how it would be if it actually materialised after all these years and they get to meet.

During all the time they were corresponding he was far and away and would only go back to Egypt for visits. Since she was still married, there was never an opportunity for anything to happen, despite innocently bumping into each other several times. Then on one of those trips back he found out she got divorced — somewhat expectedly. Oh. Finally the possibility opened up.

One night she passed by and began talking about her recent divorce. It was obvious she was still healing, so he kept listening to all she had to say and contained himself. A sweet smooch before leaving and that was that.  

Maybe a couple of months later there she passed by again. This time she mentioned she had her period. So again, he figured nothing too crazy will happen. However, things did happen. Finally. From flirting, to kissing, to fondling those full cups he’s been meaning to play with for 22 years. Apparently they both got so hot and heavy — not the cups — they still found a way for her to reach orgasm, without penetration. The experience felt like an echo from such a distant past when both were mere kids.

After this first night, going all the way seemed like the natural next step. And when it happened it turned out to be enigmatic. Imagine wanting something [someone] when you’re 19 and them 16, then you seemingly vanish from each other’s lives, for them to come back to you with open arms 22 years later — wanting you as much as you want them; though having been in a monogamous relationship for almost a couple of decades, perhaps the lust is even more intense from her side. Now despite keeping her sweetness, she was not that immature young girl anymore. But rather, a fully gown, desirable woman who is not shy about what she wants and likes in the bedroom and knows how to get it. O’ The beauty of mature women.

Above all that, the woman is equally a mother. And all mothers possess that tenderness which makes itself clearly shown in sex among other activities. Her own sensual, unselfish tenderness was no different.

This time it was more straightforward. He opened up the door in a towel while remaining topless — the right-after-shower wet look. After some French-kissing to greet her, he took her from the door to the bedroom without much talking; and she was happily obedient.

As she walked right in front of him, her edible rounded caboose seemed like it was screaming: “Spank Me!”. He believes there was an invisible sign stuck to her jeans, on which it was classily written. But then it must have fallen before reaching his place. Because damn, woman.

[*Pam Pam] No more containing himself. As expected, those couple of spanks made her moan seductively before smiling while taking a step backward as she rested her back on his bare chest.   

The couple proceeded with more tongue-kissing for about two minutes, before finding themselves rolling on the bed. This much-anticipated foreplay once again took him back to their teenage years. Later on, she shared that it was pretty much the same flashback for her.

One mind fuck for the guy is that she was wearing the same Beverly Hills perfume from his teenage years, from Three Girls, One Perfume. Yeah, can you imagine the mix flood of memories which must have overcome him?

 
Following the sensual play and before exploding he asked her if it’s safe to do so inside, to which she said yes. He kept going for a few then when he knew he was close, he felt compelled to ask again, this time laughingly. “I don’t want kids, you know. So I’m just making sure if it’s fine.”   

Ha-Ha,” she laughed right back. “Believe me, I do not want any kids either. You’re safe to shoot, Cowboy.” 

That was all the cowboy needed to hear. 22 years of dreamy anticipation came out in a series of passionate ejaculation right inside her where the love belongs — or so they both felt.

 The guy later told me: “It felt like coming back home after a mighty long and strange trip called life. A reunion that felt so comfortable and ‘right’”. Other than the long time, what makes the reunion special is that it still remains their first time to go all the way and actually do the Humpy Rumpy Pumpy Hanky Panky; unlike, for instance, Reliving a One-Night Stand...13 Years Later when the reunion resulted in an encore. It was kind of like those couples who decide to remain virgins and wait until marriage... but then the man is deployed to war. For 22 years!

Following the fireworks, the guy remained lying on top for quite a bit while his John Thomas also remained inside her like it was not intending to leave this new old home anytime soon. Eventually they went at it again, resulting in more lustful orgasms.

  When you think about it, it’s funny how back in the days this was such a concern for the girl — that is, not getting pregnant. Now at this age, it’s some of us single men who are more wary and mindful of the issue.

Who would have thunk that this was stored for them when they first met in the late 90s? Imagine if they had consulted a certain wizard or fortune-teller back then who would point at the girl and say: O’ You will have her, my son. But 22 years from now. On a Friday night by 10:15 pm at this place. Bwahaha. Obviously they would have thought he was absolutely bluffing.

Life could be wacky, man. I am genuinely happy for him, for both of them actually. These wild souls agreed to meet again and me thinks they actually already did.

Until the next adventure of my incognito friend.

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Wednesday, 27 September 2017

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Neighbour’s Lustful Guest

*All articles part of the Memoirs of an Incognito Friend series are intended for a mature audience. Viewer discretion is advised.

One sunny California day my buddy heard loud music coming from right outside his place. He opened the door to find a luscious Asian woman coming down from her fancy car where the music was blasting pretty high.   She appeared to be in her mid 40s, had a sweet face, a beddable figure, and wore a seductive dress that showed a whole lot. Lustfully smiling, she came towards the guy and cupped his manhood with her right hand before asking “May I use your bathroom?”

Hm. “Sure.”

Once out, he realised that he had seen her a couple of days earlier with his older next-door neighbour. He was having a smoke outside while she was doing the same. He came to find out that she was here to see the man again, but apparently he wasn’t there or didn’t want to. So she came right outside of his place and turned the music loud as a dramatic act of rebellion. She also seemed a bit tired and slightly intoxicated.

“Let’s have a drink,” she suggested to my buddy. He agreed and thought to go along with it and see what will happen. She left her unparked car unlocked as it is before crossing the street to go to a bar for a glass of wine. This was round 2 pm during the week, so the place was rather empty except another table with two 20-something year old girls.   

As soon as they sat on the bar the braless woman began sensually caressing the guy, reaching inside his shirt and pinching his nipples in front of the nearby girls who were watching and smiling in amusement — as well as the bartender. “I love sex, you know,” she confessed to him while giggling. He cheekily smiled and his face lit up, thinking that she certainly came to the right man. During this time, her own nipples would sometimes just casually pop out of the dress.

The daring woman then stuck her hand in the guy’s shorts, acquainting herself even more with his package. Right after she left her seat to sit on his lap, teasing and turning him on even more with her hands and body. The guy was obviously enjoying it and just played along; while the girls who were sitting behind her couldn’t really believe what they were witnessing and kept smiling at him in astonishment. 15 minutes later, the newly met couple left the place to cross the street again back to his.  

Once in, the woman laid on the bed with her legs spread. To his amazement, there was nothing underneath that skimpy dress. Without any talking the guy just dived in and began devouring her nectar.   She had incredibly soft skin all over with a phantasmagorical non-typical Asian bubble butt. From lengthy oral play, to different positions, to wild moaning, it was a full raunchy session which they both seemed to fervently enjoy. It was so wild, they even took a break in the middle before resuming.

My bud then had to go get something. He showered, gave his number to the woman, and bid her farewell — considering the possibility that this could be the last time to see her. However, when he was back a little later, she was still out there in her car blasting more loud music. He could also see her cry, so he felt sorry for her, eventually inviting her in again.

Throughout the afternoon they spoke a little bit over a couple of drinks. She shared that she’s originally from Thailand and has two teenage sons; also that she’s tired from having to deal with assholes. Trying to make her feel better, he complimented her several times. A while later she fell asleep next to him on the bed for a couple of hours. Her car was once again left not properly parked, which led him to take the keys and do it himself.

Night time came and the guy got hungry and did not know what to do: Wake the woman up to ask if she also wants to eat, or let her sleep and eat by himself. He was still slightly wary to leave her alone in his place, simply because she was just a stranger. Yet he did it anyway because he needed to have dinner and recharge. There was likely nothing worthy other than his laptop, which he hid under the bed before leaving. On the way he felt elated and grateful that random stuff like that just organically happen to him.

This was when he sent me a text: “I think another Memoirs of an Incognito Friend adventure is in the making. Tell you more later.”

Once back, the woman was starting to feel better. She would go sit in her car to have a smoke then in again — probably also eyeing the neighbour’s entrance. At some point, my bud dimmed the lights and got himself ready for bed. When she saw that she went to the bathroom to freshen up and joined him in bed.

Another sexy, steamy Wham Ram Bam Thank You Mam session, almost as long as the afternoon one yet with a bit more passion. Then she collapsed.... right in the middle of the bed as many women just LOVE to do. One more hour he followed through, but not before gently pushing her to the other side for a few inches. Dzzzzz.

At around 6:30 or 7 am he heard some commotion in the bedroom and could see that she went outside, probably to the car. While the door remained ajar, he still needed more sleep and finally woke up three hours later. The car was gone by then, leaving us wondering if they’ll ever meet again after this thrilling anonymous encounter. Also if the neighbour ever found out or if he even cares.

Apparently the neighbour came knocking a day or two later to sort of apologise for the woman’s behaviour. Hm. Buddy told him that she wasn’t feeling well and gave her water or something without delving into any details.

Then a week later he saw her again with the man and gave her back an earring she had dropped at his place... while the man watched. Well, we still don’t know if he knew.

Until the next adventure of my incognito friend.

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Thursday, 24 August 2017

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Ten Days with a Charming Older Woman

*All articles part of the Memoirs of an Incognito Friend series are intended for a mature audience. Viewer discretion is advised.

After a brief hiatus due to traveling, the Memoirs of an Incognito Friend are back. We haven’t met for a while before this latest reunion and it was invigorating to catch up. The following is another one of his raunchy stories.    

During my buddy’s time in the U.S he went to visit Colorado. He found a room to rent where he was supposed to stay for five or six nights. Fortunately, it belonged to an alluring Gypsy woman in her mid-50s with whom he shared a warm, welcoming house and got along jolly well.   

The Lady was an artist and a tutor who spoke French among a couple of other languages. Being a natural conversationalist, they both hit it off quite rightly on his first day. Later in the evening, they shared a few glasses of wine while cozily sitting by the fire. They passionately spoke about life, his adventures, and her ancestry among other topics.   

Then at some point she brought out a family photo album. One of the black-and-white captures was of her grandfather standing by a rare sight: Frozen Niagara Falls — the American side. To the woman’s surprise, my buddy then remarked: “That’s in 1911!”

It seemed she had no idea of the date, so she flipped the photograph to find the year 1911 written there — more than a full century ago.

  “Waow,” she said with an impressed tone and raised eyebrows.

“How did you know that?”  

“Well, I know things; and I knew that Niagara Falls froze over during that year.”   

It is of significance to note that the river nor the falls ever freeze solid in their entirety. The water continues to flow beneath the ice at all times, though on rare occasions, such as this 1911-192 event, it is reduced to a mere trickle when ice jams block the river above the falls.

Historically, when the blanket of ice has spanned the entire Niagara River the phenomenon was dubbed the “ice bridge”. As shown in the photo below, people used to stroll on and around the frozen falls and even walk across the ice bridge from America to Canada. However, no one has been allowed to do that since 1912 after the bridge unexpectedly broke apart, killing three tourists.

All that said, the woman seemed fascinated by the random bits of knowledge the younger rambler possessed.  

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The following morning after breakfast she joined him at a nearby park. The entire country had just come out of one wicked winter and it sure was enjoyable to get a bit of Spring sun with a more moderate weather than the East Coast where he had previously been. Later, he helped her out with cutting some fire woods using an axe and got the job done.

  Being in Colorado, legal marijuana dispensaries were all over. For the first time in years he felt like he was in Amsterdam. No medical card required or anything; you just go in, buy what you need, and then out. So that was one highly kool addition to the trip.   

In the early evening of that second day, my buddy and the lady decided that they’ll cook dinner together. They got in the car and headed to the store for some groceries and wine.   

Back home, the wine began to be sipped while they shared stories as they prepare the meal. They bonded even more on that second night. He specifically mentioned that it’s great to find a woman who can keep a flowing conversation — a major feat of older women. She showed him her drawings while he shared his photos. Then it ended with a cute kiss on the cheek.   

On the third day he went to visit a museum, which was followed by a night out with the woman. First the drinks at some bar then he took her out to some fancy French dinner which she had suggested. Some sweet smooching followed when eventually they got home.

What made it even more enjoyable is that it was totally unexpected. He went alone to Colorado to experience it and had more than he bargained for.   

The next one was spent within the majestic mountains. It was some kind of holiday and he couldn’t find any cars to rent. The Gypsy woman kindly offered to use her own which he drove while she navigated. It ended up being a beautiful day full of sun, snow, water, frozen lakes, running lakes, greenery, and mountains. All in on trip. The scenery from up there was sensational. To make it even more perfect, his female companion had conveniently prepared a picnic basket and he made sure to bring the wine. They sat there in wild nature, enjoying the company and a truly peaceful moment.

Back home, they kept going with more wine and more connection until they ended up in bed together. The chemistry had been building up for a few days and it amalgamated through a kiss on her luscious pouty lips, which developed into more action. Being in her mid 50s, the woman was tender and oozing with that charming yet puritanical seduction. She also had a mean figure with curvy hips and a gorgeous set of C cups.    

As my buddy and I agree, the secret to women at such age is that they know what they want as they know how to get things done. For one, their decision-making about compatibility has reached its apex. Most are over the insecurities and past relationships and began loving themselves for who they are; hence they are comfortable in their own skin — a feature that clearly shows on the person… any person. Confidence also translates into sexiness.

Another perk to women over 50 is that they are wise enough to give the man the attention his male ego is often seeking — making him feel like the King of The Castle. Yet at the very same time, in case of dating, they do not really need the men in their lives, simply because they got their own lives together.

By this age they are equally done with obsessing over their biological clock or having children. This is a significant load off any woman’s shoulders. This is also a big plus for the man they are with, emotionally and sexually.

 Naturally, said psychological maturity gives those women a certain nurturing quality many of the younger ones seem to lack.

 
 He woke up the next morning to find the woman next to him, still sleeping. He went to make coffee and back to bedroom where she was just awaking. That next morning after the first wild night is often a bit weird; that is if none of you leave. You look each other in the eyes in a way that says: I acknowledge this happened — ‘this’ means becoming one for some moments in time and sharing juices with each other.

A remarkable thing about sex as we get older is that one takes the experience more sincerely. The older we get, the less we want to do it with just about anybody. So one could fairly say that sex becomes more personal and meaningful. It is done by choice not because one is just hormonally horny.

That said, the woman was at least 17 years his senior, yet they both felt the same about being somewhat picky regarding who they share their energies with.   For them, it was not that connection they get everyday. So it remained quite special.

Nevertheless, being a dude, the guy woke up horny. Wanting to feel the woman fully — without the intoxication induced by the mixture of wine and herbs — he tried to turn her on again. She wasn’t ready for a full session, and he did not press her. But she did help him release his overflowing energy.

It was time to enjoy his last day. They shared a hearty breakfast then spent a few hours goofing around the city before going back home for a finale.   The intergenerational couple was in a celebratory mood and lots of wine was consumed that night.

One thing [bottle] led to the other and things became quite hazy. At some point he opened his eyes to find himself in bed and that it’s morning; he looked at the phone and realized that his plane was leaving in one hour and a half! The woman was still dosing next to him, but eventually woke up when he began to hurriedly pack his bag.   

They gave each other a sweet final kiss before she took him to the door where they bid farewell and he got into the cab. Finally at the airport, he ran to the check-in desk but the plane had already left! Hm. Ironically, the only time he had missed a flight was in Amsterdam about 10 years earlier — with another older woman. There must be a connection between this higher existence and the concept of time.

In one way, my buddy was obviously bummed to lose the flight and having to pay some extra fee; in another he was happy to reunite with the tender Gypsy woman again. He called her up, explaining what transpired, and she warmly invited him back over to her house.

Back there he had to book another flight. He deliberately chose one that is three days later to enjoy some more loving. Naturally, they spent the following nights together just like a couple. Also naturally they got even closer.

When the final time came to leave, he thanked her for her warm welcome and promised to stay in touch. To this very day they remain friends who enjoy sharing news and seasonal phone conversations.

A true reminder that women are like fine wine.  

Until the next adventure of my incognito friend.

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Friday, 23 September 2016

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Another Sex Party

*All articles part of the Memoirs of an Incognito Friend series are intended for a mature audience. Viewer discretion is advised.

“Once a Philosopher, twice a pervert.”
— Voltaire

After his first encounter at that Sex Party my buddy sure got curious to do it again. He felt confident after exploring this new wild territory and kept wondering when and how his next time there will take place. Just as I expected, he was actually ready to take a “date” with him.

Now this isn’t your every-day decision. It’s a big thing. Who would you take with you to such a party? Who are you going to trust seeing you indulge in whatever kink you may fancy? Equally, who is going to trust you? Not many qualify when we think about it. Therefore he didn’t push it, knowing down deep inside that there will be another time.

  Then one day he received an unexpected message from a woman he knows and who sort of fancies him. He mentioned to her that there is a “sex party” at night, and to his moderate surprise she agreed to go.

“You’re a perv, you know?” She jokingly wrote along a smiley face.

“Yeah, and that’s why you like me. It feels good to be different,” he responded.

Being in her early 40s, the woman was excited yet confused and had many questions. Her first was: “Do I have to fuck?” To which he replied, “Not at all. Many people go these events just to watch and enjoy the safe, unconventional liberating atmosphere.”

Having been there before, he further reassured her by sending the club’s rules along with the article I had written about his first time. He thought that since the story is right there, he might as well send it to her so she can better grasp the whole scene.   

“It’s funny, but I’m starting to freak out,” she texted him a little later.  

Trying to reassure her in a candid way, he wrote, “Don’t freak. After all, you’re with me, THE biggest freak.” I’m not too sure if these words helped.   

This was early afternoon and they agreed to meet by 9. Neat.

The woman passed by, looking all seductive and appearing seemingly calm, too calm even. He later found out that it was just a way to hide her anxiety. She was nervous so she overacted being calm, to an almost placid, unexcited mood.   As mentioned, this wasn’t your casual date, especially that it’s her first time — with the guy alone and going to a debauchery.  

Despite the subtle uneasiness, they still headed to the place. She was driving while he was navigating. Before getting there he sensed the woman’s tension rising. It wasn’t long before she confessed that she doesn’t think she is able to do this.

Since they were five minutes away, the guy told her that they might as well go in and take a look. This was an experience she has never been through and, again, she is safe with him. He also reminded her that the entrance for couples is free. So there really is nothing to lose; it’s simply an experience gained. Single men requite a ‘donation’, though.

But the woman seemed like she had already made up her mind. She asked if he could catch an Uber back if she dropped him at the club. He said yes and wondered for a few moments if he should go in by himself or just go back home.

While lost in thoughts and a slightly awkward silence, they had already arrived to the venue. Lots of parked cars could be seen outside, which made him try one last time by telling her that this is a good sign; the night could be real fun and they could leave whenever they wanted.

The woman wasn’t convinced and appeared a little troubled. Probably part of her anxiety was due to that bizarre party she has never seen before, another was maybe because she was disappointed that she just flaked on the guy at the last second.  

A couple of minutes later she dropped him right before the entrance. They bid farewell and he went in.

He was still getting over the sketch he just went through and getting ready for a different kind of adventure than the one he had planned.   Alone again, however, he felt free. A new, dark club where he knows no one and no one knows him: How liberating.  

At the inner gate he had to give them the password. With all the commotion though he could only remember half of it. While standing there he decided to tell them about what just happened about the ‘girl’ who was supposed to come with him and who just bailed out at the entrance, saying that it’s too weird to go to these places. And there he is alone.

They looked amused by his story and asked if he had been to any of their events before, to which he said yes but at a different location. When they further asked how was it, he told them that it was a little small and stuffy, and that he hopes here is bigger and ‘better’ — knowing that it’s a better neighbourhood he already knew that and thought to pump their egos. They agreed that it is a ‘better’ location and let him in after paying.

The club was indeed bigger. There was one big hall with a snack bar (no alcohol) and five darkened rooms. Some have beds, other have leather chairs and mirrors.

He took a stroll around to check and found that the people were prettier than last time. As he felt more at ease, it wasn’t long before he engaged in some oral action with a blondie.

Ten minutes later, it was a different room and a different kind of steamy action with a brunette. It eventually involved a third silhouette who came from behind, sandwiching her between them and my bud. Standing close by, a group of three or four people were watching in silence, some touching were themselves.   

Another 30 minutes in the club, he finally had his last encounter and released all his load while other voyeurs anticipatingly enjoying the view.

A final tour and he left the venue knowing that, with or without ‘date’, he’ll probably be back someday.

The next morning he received a message from the woman, asking if he had fun. She also apologised for what happened. “I'm more shy and conservative than you might imagine; I tried but I couldn’t. Maybe one day.”

He understood where she was coming from, texted her not to worry and that maybe spending the day on the beach or by the pool is more up her alley. “Oh and I did have fun. Twice,” he wrote.

Until the next adventure of my incognito friend.

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Friday, 20 May 2016

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: The Mother of Six Who Drove for 50 Hours

*All articles part of the Memoirs of an Incognito Friend series are intended for a mature audience. Viewer discretion is advised.

During the time my buddy was living in California, a Facebook friend of his told him that she might visit him someday. Her initial plan was postponed yet she managed to make it later. Driving all the way from Maine, the badass trip took her about 50 hours. Yeah, take a look at the above map to see for yourself.

By the time, they had been virtual friends for almost three years. Though living in today's connected world, this was not going to be the first time he meets people (females) through the Internet. She had a friend with her, both in their mid-late thirties. The girls were fun, and all went seamless on the first day. The three of them had dinner and then the friend went to her hotel while my buddy and his Facebook date went to his place.

The sex was pretty wild despite being both tired and loopy, so they eventually collapsed. The next morning after breakfast, they did it again. This time to completion. They spent the day out and had dinner later. And then more romping again at night.

The next morning she got in her car and drove back another 50 hours. They agreed to meet again one day.

Despite all he had already done in his life, this was his first time to ever have anything with a mother of six. So it certainly remained a unique experience.

After she left, he was chatting with his next-door neighbour when he jokingly told him: “I didn't know you were that funny, I could hear her laugh all night long.” My buddy wisely responded that when you're sharing a bed with someone you just physically met, you have no other option but to add humour to the situation. Without laughter, things could get awkward and/or banal.

Another neighbour was astonished when he knew the story. He was like, “It must be really worth it, my girl wouldn't even drive five hours to come see me”.

Until the next adventure of my incognito friend.

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Saturday, 9 April 2016

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: A Woman, Her Girlfriend, and the Girlfriend’s Friend

*All articles part of the Memoirs of an Incognito Friend series are intended for a mature audience. Viewer discretion is advised.

Before we begin our tenth story of the series, I would like to share with you something amusing about these memoirs. I initially began writing them to lighten up on myself as well as on my readers. Not everyone is interested in psychology, philosophy, and metaphysics, so I gathered this kind of storytelling could bring a new audience to the blog.

By the sixth or seventh article I began noticing a pattern; a significantly low number of Facebook ‘likes’ — sometimes as low as four or five, on F.B and on here — yet a significantly high number of views, which I can see through the statistics — reaching hundreds of people.

People being drawn to sex and eroticism is nothing new. In fact, “Sex Sells” was one of the first lessons we learned in Journalism. However, the funny thing here is that some of those people may be embarrassed about their natural enjoyment and therefore they hide it. Hence not ‘liking’ an erotic article on the Internet so that the world doesn't know.

Humans are funny like that. Oh well, now back to debauchery.

In his mid-20s, my buddy met a fun young woman through work. They became friends before one day they let go and proceeded to shag. After meeting for two or three more times, another female appeared on the scene. She was an alluring European in her early 40s.

The new woman also worked with them and she became friends with my buddy’s ‘friend’. One night, the two women had a third lady friend and they all went out together along with my bud. By the end of the night, it was the European woman's turn. Her and the guy went home together and had steamy sex.

After a couple of more meetings, the third friend, who was Asian and who happened to be the assistant of the second, reached out to my buddy. He sensed that she, too, wanted to get her share, so he invited her over — alone.

After the action and as they were lying in bed, the woman got her phone out and snapped a photo of my naked buddy. He didn't give it much attention and thought that due to the complication of the whole situation, she would be discreet.

We’re guessing that Ms. Asia must have shown the pic to her boss, because right afterwards the woman has totally changed towards my buddy. Despite remaining friends with the original woman, he never again spoke to the other two.

This was not his first time to individually engage in coitus with a group of female friends — as seen in Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Three Girls, One Perfume from more than 7 years prior. Still, the series of adventurous events had certainly boosted his young man ego and added him with some worthy and unique experience.

Until the next adventure of my incognito friend.

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Thursday, 10 March 2016

Memoirs of an Incognito Friend: Threesome With Two Virgins

*All articles part of the Memoirs of an Incognito Friend series are intended for a mature audience. Viewer discretion is advised.

In his early 20s my buddy got lucky with two teenagers. He was in this schoolgirl stage and was fascinated by younger girls, and of course the threesome idea had always been there like every normal man. The story, however, goes back to many years before when the two girls were just children. Yes. Don't let your imagination run wild and wait for the rest.

So when my bud was in university, there were a few different campuses. Between two of them there was a lady who sits on the pavement and sells all sorts of stuff; tissues, biscuits, or anything else just to get a Pound or two from the “well-off” kids of this prominent university.

That lady had a girl who may have been around 8-years old when he was a freshman. As the mother sits on the pavement next to her merchandise, the little girl would spend her day between the two campuses, trying to beg for some change. She had a nice smile and a fun character for a child, so many people actually gave her whatever they could, including my bud. She also had a cousin who appeared on the scene a couple of years later.

For years after his graduation, the guy would sometime pass by the parking valets of his former university just to say hello. Who was still there? The two girls, and they had matured quite a bit; they must have been 16 and 17 at the time. They also learned how to slightly flirt with him, which he certainly enjoyed.

During one those visits, my buddy decided to give them his phone number. He didn't know what could happen, but why not leave the possibilities open.

Time passed until one afternoon out of the blue when he received a call from the girl and her cousin. He was at work and they agreed to meet up after he was done. He passed by them and headed to his place. Though he was surprised to find them so clean and fresh — apparently they had just come out of a public shower located in the area. For all these years he had never seen them looking that good. Neat.

The girls, however, still looked young, and he didn't want to be seen with them in the neighbourhood. But they managed to avoid any weird looks and got straight into his flat.

Once in, they had a smoke and chillaxed before starting to play around. The guy didn't know how far things will go. Before thinking too much, the girls told him that they were virgins...and they wanted to keep it that way. Oh. That's still OK — obviously.

Lights off, music on, clothes off, let's get it on.

The encounter was one of a kind. It was beautifully sublime, especially that upon his request the girls started playing with each other. One, no, actually two sincere sexual fantasies coming true. Uhu.

The sexy action lasted about an hour before my buddy took the girls home.

The dude was so happy that he had a neurotic smile plastered upon his face for the following few days. Right afterwards, actually, he passed by an older female friend of his who happened to have her own female friends over. It was all over his face and there was no way he could have hid it. So, of course, he just proudly blurted it out to the captivated audience.

For a while after, he thought that this special kind of relationship with the lolitas is going to last. The sheer idea was such a turn on for him, he did sincerely believed so. What ingrained the thought in his head even more is that a few months later the three of them met again for another partey.

Then, nothing happened for a while. He later found out that the older cousin got married and moved to live with her husband. Knowing that they both live in Egypt, I'm assuming that today they probably have 10-year-old kids of their own.

This experience remains one of the most erotic encounters which he would never, ever, forget as long as he is still breathing.

Until the next adventure of my incognito friend.