The Magic Kingdom. Charmed Lovemaking, Sorcerer’s Cunnilingus, Supernatural Fellatio And Danny’s Sexual Black Magic ~ Angela Goodnight

Nothing nicer than Danny Head's arms around your body.My love affair with Danny Head who worked for Midas Plastics continued unabated. Sometimes we stayed weekends in my flat, other times in his. Both had good kitchen facilities and we both loved cooking. He tended to enjoy preparing spicy dishes like Mexican or Indian and my favourites to cook were, of course, Chinese, but also traditionally English. We tried really hard to make our meals not only interesting, but surprising, too.

As we only lived together weekends, we both knew the cooking was no more than a preamble to making love and we enjoyed an amazing variety from almost violent and frenetic pounding to the most gentle and sensitive ministrations to each other. We made love on dining tables, the floor, in the bath, in the shower, on the couch, in easy chairs and, I’m sure, if there had been a chandelier we’d have made love swinging from it.

Every encounter was wonderful and he was such a caring lover if I didn’t manage to orgasm during the lovemaking itself he would take whatever measures were necessary to bring me off afterwards with his strong and beautiful hands or the incredible tongue of his.

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Denied Membership Of The Prehistoric Club! Our Pagan Sexual Ritual In The Scottish Highlands Conjures Up Thirty-Five Italian Spirits ~ Peter Stone

Anne's lovely legsI’ve already written about the lovely Anne. She’s the lady who tortured me with male erotic orgasm denial during a hotel break in Manchester and with whom I made love in the heather during a walk on the Yorkshire moors. We had more ordinary sex as well, of course, but the moment we went away or were in an unusual location our adventurous streaks, which we both seemed to have, came to the fore.

It is June 1973. I’m a recently promoted senior manager at the Newcastle upon Tyne computer section of a large London company. I’m twenty-five and, in my private life, have just come out of the long, dark tunnel of sexual depravity which I call my sex monster years. I’m not saying for a single moment that it was not an enjoyable period of my life, but having sex with around eighty girls in a period of fewer than eight years doesn’t really make for lasting partnerships. There were steady relationships within that time, but most of the girls were conquered, or more often volunteered, at orgies which took place over the four years from 1969 to 1973 in Geoff’s flat in London. During those years it was normal to have vaginal and/or oral sex with two or three girls in an evening and not unusual for it to be five or six (see this story for one of my six girl experiences). These brief encounters were extremely memorable, no doubt about that, and I’ve enjoyed writing about them, but they were not very fulfilling or rewarding emotionally. They were full of sexual thrills, but little more.

When I was promoted to the management role setting up a new computer centre in Newcastle I was determined to be more selective over girlfriends and I actually had tests for all of the usual sexually transmitted diseases so that I could turn over a new leaf. Considering my activity in London it is a miracle I hadn’t caught anything, but I was completely clear. I suppose that because all of the orgy girls were in their late teens or early twenties they were less likely to be infected. In those days, VD (venereal disease) as it was called then was more the domain of older men and prostitutes, not the young nubile ‘summer of love’ students and ‘flower-power’ girls.

I had some brief Geordie flings in Newcastle (so far not recounted among our stories) before I met Anne. She was one of the firm’s employees and I was very careful to ensure she understood that her dating me would have no effect on her prospects, even if our relationship eventually soured.

She moved in with me early in May and our lovemaking was extremely pleasurable. I have many wonderful memories, but it was when we were out of our normal environment that things became utterly brilliant. The Manchester orgasm denial and the al fresco sex on the moors are great examples of special occasions with Anne. Our trip to Scotland was another.

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Childhood Memories. A True Adventure I Had Aged Eight And Three Quarters ~ Angela Goodnight

[This is not one of our sex stories, but those of you following  our back story will enjoy it.]

I can clearly remember the day in 1958 when my sexuality became a problem for me as an eight and three-quarter year old girl who looked like a stick insect.

“But why do I have to wear a skirt?” I asked in my most moaning voice.

“Because you’re a girl, Angie,” my mother told me, crouching down and holding my hands, which I tried to pull away.

“It’s not fair,” I protested.

“Boys wear shorts and girls wear dresses and skirts. You have all sorts of lovely colours. They have to wear boring dark colours.”

“But they laugh at me when I climb trees. They laugh because they can see my knickers,” and I shed some tears.

“Why are you climbing trees, darling. You’ve got a lovely bicycle and your doll and pushchair. You hardly ever play with your doll now.”

“Don’t like dolls,” I sobbed.

“Well I’m sure Teddy, would like to be taken out in the pushchair, Angela. Why not take her round to Joan’s house? You haven’t been round to Joan’s for ages. Why not invite her back and we’ll make cakes together.”

Joan was one of my school friends who lived around the corner from us. Teddy used to have a skirt and top, but I stripped it off him. He was much better as a boy bear.

“Teddy’s not a girl anymore. Teddy’s a boy and doesn’t like the pushchair and doesn’t want to visit Joan, and I don’t want to make cakes!” I yelled and turned and walked out of the kitchen into the garden. I’ve always had a bit of a temper.

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

Angela Goodnight writing the blogAmazing how many people told us they liked the picture of the Angela Goodnight lookalike on last month’s top sixty. I’ve now added it to the Lifetime page.

This month you can probably understand why I can’t concentrate in the office with such beauty within eyeshot. Okay, I admit we’re cheating, she’s no longer quite that young, but still as appealing to this decrepit grandfather!

So, here’s the top sixty stories read during October 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. 5,364 of our stories were read in September so an average of 173 per day. The average visitor read 2.17 stories. Our personal biggest disappointment is how few ‘likes’ there are on the stories. Surely people don’t read 2.17 stories they don’t enjoy? Please, you tell us.

The amazing curiosity about shower masturbation is fascinating. It is interesting that the girls’ masturbation story is top yet again and there are an awful lot of our January stories in the top ten. Why should that be, we wonder? Is our writing deteriorating? Unless you use the ‘like’ button how will we know?

Hope you enjoy browsing the list. Just click “continue” if the list doesn’t already appear below.

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The Gorgeous Graham. Breaking The Casino Bank. Introducing Your Man To Oral Sex. Great Fun. Great Lovemaking ~ Angela Goodnight

I usually tried to keep work separate from my private life, particularly after John Dodd (the attempted rape), but sometimes opportunities arise and it would be foolish to miss them. The gorgeous Graham SweetmanOne of those opportunities was Graham Sweetman. God, he was gorgeous. Six feet tall, stunning blonde hair which seemed to swirl around his head, eyes as blue as the ocean, cute nose, wonderful skin, rosy large lips, strong chin, muscular in the Connery sense of the word, slim, carried himself straight and moved like a dancer. Always immaculately dressed in light grey, blue or beige suits. There was no other word to describe him other than beautiful. Simply beautiful from top to toe.

On this particular day in May 1974, I had just finished translating a tricky agreement into mandarin and walked to the copier to make my own personal copy. I kept these until I knew they had reached company as, on one occasion, I had a document get lost and wanted to ensure it never happened again.

Angela Goodnight photocopying at the department of trade and industry in LondonI was just copying the last page when this heartthrob walked up to me and said, “Angela, can I get a word?”

I turned to face him. His tie was blue, his waistcoat buttoned, handkerchief in his top pocket, his beard shadow just appearing in the late afternoon. Stunning.

“Hello Graham.”

“I was just wondering if you might be free for dinner on Saturday?”

“Sounds nice. Where are you thinking of?” I asked, not really giving a damn where we were going. I couldn’t believe this amazingly handsome man wanted to date me.

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Mutual Morning Masturbation And Orgasm With The Durex Dream Vibrator. A Simply Wonderful Sexual Adventure ~ Peter Stone

Another wet Sunday morning and something was buzzing. Sometimes we get flies which squeeze their way into the window frames and manage to occasionally get into the house. Had one got in this morning? It is 26th October and the clocks have gone back so instead of it being 7am it is 6am and daylight has arrived. Yes the wind and rain was hitting the windows, but this buzzing, the more I tried to analyse it, sounded less and less like a dozy fly. It was much too even for that. A consistent buzz. I recognised the buzz, but couldn’t place it. Sometimes we heard the dishwasher as a buzz from the kitchen below, but that was deeper and more varied. What on earth could it be?

I was lying on my side and blinked my eyes open. Angie was on her back with her eyes closed, her cheeks a little more rosy than normal and a smile on her face. Her breathing was too fast for her being asleep, in fact it was too fast for her being awake. Suddenly I knew what the buzzing was. It was her Durex Dream vibrator. She was masturbating.

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Connecting With An Old Lover, Providing An Exquisite Blow Job, Thrilling To His Lovemaking And Being Eaten Out For A Delicious Dessert ~ Angela Goodnight

Two weeks after my brief liaison with Malcolm I had the most lovely phone call from Gus, my lover from my university years, telling me he was going to a conference in Paris and could stop off in London. It seems he had to catch a ferry on Sunday night, but could come down on the Friday. Could I put him up? He’d be happy to crash on the sofa, but would love to see me.

I was thrilled, absolutely thrilled. I couldn’t wait to see him.

Waiting for Gus at the station.On the Friday I had a meeting so was in one of my smart tailored suits. Not the cheap things I’d bought in Brixton, but a worsted suit from Regents Street. It was dark blue/grey, a single piece skirt which came to eight inches above my knee. The suit jacket had a flair over my hips, wide collar and satin lapels. Under this I wore a white silk blouse with powder blue cravat. As with most government department meetings it finished on time and gave me forty minutes to get to King’s Cross to meet him off the train due in at 6.15pm.

I stood at the end of the platform looking every inch the female executive with my black leather document folder. The sign board said the train was on time. I went to a café and bought a lemonade as I was feeling dry, went back to the platform in time to see a diesel locomotive drawing into the station. I took off the cravat so as to not look too bsiness like. People quickly began to pile off the train, running and rushing to get past the ticket collector and continue their journeys into the city or to their homes.

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