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By *heodone OP Man
3 weeks ago
Queensferry |
My name is Robert. Well that is my chosen name for my planned meeting and, I hope, ongoing relationship, with Samantha. That is almost her or his real name Sam.
We have been exchanging messages on Fabguys for a month and, as far as is possible by that means, we have taken to each other.
We have chatted about our personal circumstances and about what we are hoping to experience when we actually meet.
We have not spoken on our phones.
We have not seen each other on cam.
I wanted to maintain the feeling of anticipation right up until the moment Samantha opens her door, we look at each other and embrace and kiss for the first time.
As I write this memoir, my cock stirs as it did when we first began to chat about ourselves, our hopes and desires. I confess to masturbating several times after out text conversations imaging us together.
My situation? Married, contentedly so but without any sexual element now, more like brother and sister. I am in my seventies and that, lucky me, appeals to Samantha. I am often able to get away on my own for weekends or even longer sometimes. I live in central Edinburgh.
Samantha now lives on her own and is in the process of being divorced. She is in her late fourties’. Her gay experience with other men is limited because opportunities were limited when married.
But she has taken a man’s cock in her mouth once.
She wants more. More cocks, more gay activities.
She has a vibrator and when she carefully inserts it deep into her bum, she imagines she is laying underneath a man, her legs spread wide, his solid cock filling her as he buggers her.
She loves that word ‘bugger’ and she moans quietly on her own, bringing the man to life in her mind.
And, for the last month, that imagined man has been Robert.
Now, I have booked myself into a hotel in the centre of Horsham, where Samantha lives. I have booked three nights. It’s too early to tell whether or not I will be making much use of the hotel room.
Although the thought has crossed my mind that if Samantha felt confident enough she might come back to my room. Sex in a hotel always felt deliciously naughty. I have not mentioned the possibility to Samantha yet.
It is 3.30pm on Friday afternoon and I have just sent her a text message letting her know that I am in my hotel room.
I await her response |
