Beautiful Lovemaking With The Charming Vaughn. John Dodd’s Attempted Rape. From The Heights Of Bliss To The Depths Of Despair ~ Angela Goodnight

Get ready for a long read, almost 17,000 words. This is a combination of stories from the beauty of making love with my new and very attentive boyfriend, through the violence of being assaulted by a work colleague and the problems that was to inevitably cause to my love life. Although part of the story has been previously published, both Peter and I feel that the new one needs to include the other one to show how it fits in with the whole picture. We’ve colour coded the older story in brown so that you can make the decision to skip if it is familiar to you or you would rather not re-read it.

[Background: This follows on from my story where I was stupid enough to get myself ‘party-fucked’ which you can read here. The culprit was Devlin Goss. While adding this note I’d like to reiterate that there is a back story going on here as all of these stories are true. They all join together as part of my life. I would strongly recommend reading our About Page so that you understand the basic outline and this will help you see how these stories meld. At the time of this story I am sharing an apartment in Pimlico with Marcia Lerway. I am working for the department of trade and industry in the Chinese section. I am one quarter Chinese and have a degree in Cantonese and Mandarin. As I say, it would be good if you read our background before starting this story, but, nevertheless, it will stand on its own. Do subscribe to the blog (see right column) to be sure of being advised of updates. Subscribing is private and anonymous. It is October 1971, I’m 21. I am in my flat where Marcia’s party, at which I was party-fucked, was continuing apace.]

When I returned to the lounge for a refill I noticed Devlin was still with the other girl. I also saw David and Marcia standing together with another guy called Vaughn so I walked over to them and muscled my way into their conversation. It was politics which was not something I knew a lot about. Vaughn seemed to be left wing and was arguing with David about the common market. Marcia smiled sweetly at me and rolled her eyes. I sniggered. I was able to add a little to the argument, saying I thought the protectionist attitude of America was not good for international trade and the common market must be good for business.

Actually Vaughn turned out to be a really nice guy and we eventually drifted off together as other party goers came to thank Marcia and David for the evening before taking their leave. We both sat on the balcony, him handing me his jacket as the evening was now somewhat cooler. Before I knew it I’d agreed to a date with him for the following Friday. Was this a rebound reaction? I was still so furious about Devlin.

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Not Another Orgy? The New Girl Muscles In While I’m Giving Cunnilingus To An Old Favourite. Sex Monster Years In London ~ Peter Stone

In 1971 when John, our student flatmate in Geoff’s flat, moved out to take up a job in the Midlands, it left us having to find a new tenant for his room. The official tenant was Geoff himself which is why we call it Geoff’s flat, but there were four rooms. Geoff’s the prime supersized double with the bay window, Susan’s and mine, both good sized double rooms and the smaller room which John was vacating. It would normally be called a large single, but you could put a normal sized double in it. I had a king size bed in mine and also room for a chaise longue at the foot of the bed. In addition there was a superb Bush radiogram which I bought from an even more superb shop manageress who I got to know intimately! Geoff paid 20% of the rent, Susan and I contributed 30% each and the smaller room was also 20%. We all thought it was fair enough because it was Geoff’s place and he had the responsibility for the lease. We all shared power, phone and most of the food.

Geoff’s flat was a hotbed of sex. Now I don’t want you to imagine that each of us simply invited girlfriends and live-in lovers to stay over. That doesn’t even come close to the activities which took place in the flat.

When I first arrived I remember undergoing an actual interview in front of the three of them to determine that I would be okay to join them. It wasn’t an easy experience as I didn’t know if they were looking for someone who enjoyed and enthused over free love or whether that was the sort of person which they were trying to avoid.

Anyway I passed the test and soon discovered that all of my fellow tenants regularly had live-in lovers, that Susan, who usually partnered with Geoff, was never averse to crawling into my or John’s bed and Geoff never seemed to mind. I brought girlfriends home and found the whole environment really fun and relaxed. We all shared the chores and there were few rules although nudity in the communal areas was frowned upon except, and this was key, during parties which inevitably turned into orgies.

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Have You Ever Made Love With An Asexual Man? This Was My First And Definitely My Last Experience ~ Angela Goodnight

Back in the UK after my visit to China and brief love affair with Gao, I felt much happier about my ability to be friendly with men. The John Dodd attempted rape was just beginning to fade into my past.

At the department of trade and industry my proficiency in Mandarin began to converge with my, already excellent Cantonese. During 1973 Yin did become the new China department team leader when Sheng left and, with Lei, I became one of the new senior translators. Another Chinese boy, Tai, was taken on and it was strange for me to be helping a native speaker in the ways of the department. Averil, the team administrator was becoming a good friend and we often went to the cinema and theatre together.

My love life still seemed to stall easily. I had been dating, but had not found anyone worthy of my body. I say that tongue in cheek because although it is very nice to always be told I am beautiful, stunning, sexy and attractive, I do not actually have an inflated view of my own beauty or attractiveness. What I mean is I didn’t feel like donating my body to mankind in general. Dodd had given me a new respect for myself and my vulva. I respected my body much more than previously. The female body is the most remarkable natural device in the world. We can set men afire simply by standing in front of them, our skin is an incredible organ, our reproductive organs really are quite extraordinary and the combination of our mind with our genitals produces orgasmic sensations which are the most amazing in the world of nature. I was going through a period when I did not want to use my body in a frivolous manner. I was capable of producing the most awe inspiring responses simply through masturbation. As I was still feeling nervous about bedding men I continued dating, but any effort they made to get through my bedroom door were not doomed to failure, but required an extraordinary effort of will. There was an exception and he was a really odd example. Let me explain.

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The Top Sixty Most Viewed Stories During September 2014 ~ Peter Stone

Angela Goodnight LookalikeWhen I’m doing the compilation of our most popular stories each month I try to show a naked or underdressed girl on a computer as a fun representation of Angie typing stories.

However, I saw this picture on the web and this so reminded me of her in her teens that I thought I’d use it. It will give readers an idea of how beautiful she was (whoops, I’d better say ‘is’). She’s still just as lovely in my eyes even at sixty-four. It is such a good likeness I was worried it could give away her identity until she pointed out that she is no longer so young and has short hair. Actually her face is different enough to get away with it as she is only ¼ Chinese, slimmer in the face and much happier. I am sure you can see why I fell so head over heels in love with her as a teenager. I couldn’t believe that such an absolutely stunning girl would go out with me. That she fell in love with me, too, was nothing less than a dream come true.

Anyway, my reminiscing over, here’s the top sixty stories read during September 2014, but remember that there are lots of good stories which don’t make it into the top sixty which we consider far superior to some of those which do. To see all of the stories you are best to go to the life time-line page to find them there.

We have provided a short description of each story beside each link to help you decide whether or not you have already read them. Some merit re-reading more than once, we’re told. 4,398 of our stories were read in September so an average of 147 per day. The average visitor read 2.15 stories.

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How Could I Let Myself Get Party Fucked? I Was So Angry With This Misogynist Bastard! ~ Angela Goodnight

This story follows on from the scene setting in this story where I describe my move from Stafford (family home) to London to take up my first job as a translator at the department of trade and industry. It was a difficult transition and I was also finding the harassment as a female in the big city a problem. Men in crowded lifts and tube trains thought nothing of trying to touch you intimately and I found it not only unacceptable, but also frightening.

I was sharing a flat with Marcia Lerway who was throwing a party on the coming Saturday and it would give me a chance to get to meet some new friends. I wasn’t particularly a party animal, but did enjoy socialising so I was looking forward to it very much.

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Having Sex Al Fresco On The Pool Lilo. Cunnilingus, Fellation & The Works. Then Goodbye. Supermarket Girl 5 ~ Peter Stone

This is the final part of five about the gorgeous blonde Linda Kray who lived with me for a while in the early nineties.

She was an incredible help during my grieving process over my late wife, Christine. She fitted in so well with my children and was a particular help to young Angela who was only nine when her mother died and only eleven now.

[BACK STORY: In the interests of avoiding confusion for new readers I should point out that the Angela mentioned here is my daughter, not Angela Goodnight although she was actually named for her without my wife realising. Angela Goodnight and I were teenage lovers who were torn apart. We found each other in 2010 and have been writing this blog about our lives for almost a year. Angela Goodnight and Peter Stone are pseudonyms because Angela’s mother is still alive aged ninety and my children all have their own families with a great-grandchild on the way for me via George’s eldest son. We couldn’t allow our erotic writing to become an embarrassment to them so all names and a few place names in the stories have been changed.

However, all of the stories are true. Yes, occasionally we have to invent dialogue owing to our memories not being perfect and we also use some authors’ licence to make stories more readable, but the actual stories are real. Yes I have had orgies with multiple partners, yes Angela was raped by her husband and yes, we found each other after being apart for over forty years and now live happily ever after. My story today is set in 1991 three years after I became a widower. I’m 43 and Linda is coming up to 27. We have rented a holiday villa in La Ciotat in the south of France.]

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