Hello friends,
Without further ado, we continue with the third chapter of my relationship with Francis.
So, at the end of Post 125, we had agreed that next Friday I would pose naked for Francis for the first time, and not as a circumstantial thing, but because my husband and I wanted to help him promote his artistic career as a painter. For that purpose, we had lent him the best room in the house to use as a painting studio until he had the means to rent his own. Now, I was becoming his model, and of course, completely free of charge. It was late June, I was 23 years old, and my husband and Francis were 26; life was wonderful... well, it always is, even though sometimes it may not seem so.
[[ Image 1. This photo of Francis and me embracing naked corresponds to the first threesome meeting with my husband, during which Francis and I made love for the first time. I see a clear difference between making love and fucking, both are delicious and I love fucking plain and simple, but the first time we joined our bodies together was making love, the rest of the night we fucked like wild beasts. However, the meeting I'm going to tell you about today precedes it by a few weeks, and it was when I undressed for the first time to start posing for Francis as an art model, but the two guys remained dressed, although there was already a bit of 'light' sex with Francis that day. So, the cover photos of Posts 124 and 125, in which I am naked with Francis in one and with my husband in the other, are the ones that correspond to today's post. I also want to tell you that a version of the photo above was already published in a Pic of the Day, but I think it's appropriate to include it here again. The original is a polaroid. ]]
As you know, and as I have perhaps repeated too many times, I have enjoyed posing for photographs since I was very young. When someone proposed taking a photo of me, and I'm not talking about nude photos, I felt flattered that they considered me an object worthy of being photographed, which boosted my self-esteem, at least temporarily. Keep in mind that the problem of a certain asymmetry between my legs and the slight limp it caused always made me feel inferior to other girls; or rather, different but without that difference being an advantage. However, the fact is that I had many doubts about my physical appearance: I thought I was a "pretty girl," but that the problem with my leg ruined everything.
So, when the boys from my small group of friends in Guayana, Venezuela, came up with the idea of taking nude photos, I immediately volunteered enthusiastically and became the subject of numerous Polaroids, mostly taken by my boyfriend Andy. Additionally, we would look at erotic and porn magazines together, which the boys "borrowed" from their parents' closets, and I would pay attention to what they did and how the girls posed, then try to imitate them.
In Venezuela's Guayana, I lived amidst the jungle and savannah area along the course of the Caroní River, more than 50 km south from where it intersects with the Orinoco near Palúa (then Ciudad Bolívar, currently known as Ciudad Guayana). One summer, Andy's parents (my “sweetheart” for two years until I returned to Spain) invited another friend, Pedro, and me to join them for a few days in the beach area near Cumaná, by the Caribbean Sea.
There, Andy had quite a rapport with the owner of a motorcycle workshop in the area, a German man who I estimate to be around 40 years old, although I can't be certain, because truth be told, at that time, anyone over 20 seemed an “old guy” to me... How innocent and young I was! And I don't mean innocent in terms of virginal virtue, because "that train had passed through my tunnel" many times since almost two years, but in terms of youthful superficiality and frivolity.
That "old German" proposed to Andy to pay him an amount and give him a good discount when the day he wanted to buy a secondhand motorcycle in exchange for him and me posing in his house for photographs having sex, but he would limited himself to take the pictures. We agreed and so we did, and in previous Posts you can see the only two photos I have from that first occasion. Andy collected what he had been promised by the German and put it in the "common piggy bank" that he and I had as we were collecting money to run away from home together (things of tender youth).
Andy knew that his parents were planning to return to Texas in the short term, and neither he nor I wanted to be separated; finally, it was my parents who separated us before his parents did, because in a year and a half we went back to Spain, while Andy stayed in Venezuela for two more years. No, I did not really suffer much with the separation, because already on the boat trip back to Spain I had a torrid sexual adventure with Roberto, a Peruvian guy a little older than me who during the trip taught me many sexual tricks that have been very useful to me throughout my life.
The amateur porn photographer was a polite man, and he was very nice and kind to me and I must say he didn't try to participate or touch a hair on my head, he just told us what to do and where and to take the pictures while he was dressed, it was very funny and natural, there was nothing dirty or depraved. Of course, Andy and I did cum fucking while he was photographing us, but the photographer didn't masturbate or anything like that.
Back then, I was a bit chubby as it often happens to many young girls at that age, and although the German sincerely praised my naturalness and beauty, he suggested that if I lost seven or eight kilos, I could aspire to be a top model. This touched my self-esteem, and within six months, I went from weighing 62 to 53 kg (from 137 to 117 pounds) with a very successful diet of my own invention, which consisted of putting half as much food on my plate as before and only eating half of that Measuring 1.70 m in height (5 feet and 7 inches), I went from being a chubby girl to a thin one, but since I have relatively wide hips, I have never looked skinny.
[[ Image 2. These photos are separated by less than a year. The one on the left, wearing a full striped swimsuit (it already appeared in other Post), is from when I was quite chubby, and the one on the right, wearing a bikini from the following year (Carlos gave this bikini to me), when I had considerably slimmed down because the German guy in Cumaná had pricked my pride, and I really wanted, needed, to appear attractive to men. The truth is, I went through quite a bit of hunger while losing weight, but the effort was worth it. ]]
Except for the period after my first pregnancy when I became chubby again (and that made Lalo sexually infatuated with me and led to everything that happened afterward with him), I have always maintained a weight between 50 and 56 kilograms (110 to 123 pounds). However, I must confess that after getting married, I have had three episodes of anorexia-bulimia, a very dangerous issue if one does not receive help. Fortunately, my husband has helped me overcome it on those three occasions, and even today, he remains vigilant to prevent me from relapsing.
The following year, I went with Andy and his parents to Cumaná again, and the German once again suggested to Andy that he and I pose for a new porn photo session. When he saw me naked with my new slim look, he showered me with praise for my willpower (Germans consider willpower a great virtue) and my gorgeous physique, and he added a generous tip to the amount we had agreed upon. He had been a physiotherapist in Germany, so he also gave me a series of simple tips to maintain a "good physique" and prevent the passage of time and the relentless force of gravity from deteriorating my body, especially my breasts and buttocks. I have followed his advice all my life, and more than 45 years later, I can tell you that they work, at least in my case.
, , , , ,[[ Image 3. The photo above is a copy of one of the photos that the German guy took of Andy and me the second year in Cumaná, I only have two, but the other one is very deteriorated, the originals are very small photos, scratched, and discolored by the passage of time so it has taken me a considerable time to get it to look acceptable, the other one I have not had time to work with it yet but I will do it and upload it to the Blog. I have told you several times in this Blog that for me "good sex" is synonymous with having a simultaneous orgasm of both of us while fucking. The other forms of sex, such as mutual masturbation, oral sex, and even anal sex seem to me of a much lower level, I like them a lot for foreplay, but the most powerful orgasms and often multiple, I have always had them fucking, and although I admit various positions in general is the missionary the most successful with me (take note in case one day you and I do it, who knows? ). My husband, who has seen me fucking quite a few guys, was the first to tell me that when a guy is slowly penetrating me my face transforms from the sheer pleasure I feel, and I tend to pull my head back making my chin stick out. You can see this in the picture where Andy is slowly penetrating me to give the German guy time to take a series of pictures of the "insertion process". But I also throw my head back similarly "more than 40 years later" (!!!) when Sir Ulf is starting to stick it in me (to "stick me" as he used to say); these two photos with Sir Ulf are screenshots of a video my husband shot in December 2015. The other thing I love to do is touch or grab the boy's cock while he slowly sticks it into me, to better feel how that long train is gradually entering my tunnel: "Choo-Choo!" We met Sir Ulf here on AdultFriendFinder and had arranged to meet in person for the first time less than an hour before at a pub near our house on the Costa Blanca (yes, that pub I'm a regular at): we chatted, had a drink, hit it off, invited him to our place, and within 45 minutes we were having full-on, bareback sex (he brought us the certificate that he was STD-free). Sir Ulf is an accomplished “fucker” and has incredible control over his ejaculation, being able to last without cumming for more than an hour having me “pinned” with his cock. One thing he likes (I speak in the present tense although he abandoned me a year later ☹ ) is to stick his cock in me and being the two of us joined as the "beast of two backs", he dedicates himself to fondle me, kissing me, talking dirty in my ear, nibbling, and sucking my nipples... until I orgasm, often twice while he having me nailed, can or want to avoid it. It was at that moment when he came too. Most of the orgasms that Sir Ulf gave me were multiple and both simultaneously. He also impaled me, producing some purely anal orgasms, but where he was exceptional was fucking; although without reaching the levels of Dean el Escocés, who is the man who has fucked me best in my life... no contest; but Sir Ulf is in the top five places fucking and “Bronze Medal” impaling me, I miss him. In the last picture of this image you can see me fucking with Francis when we had been together for about ten years, in any case through these four pictures you can appreciate how much I have enjoyed and enjoy when I get fucked missionary style... although I do not despise all other alternatives. In the last picture you see me fucking Stan in 2021, and I also raise my chin in pleasure as in Cumana, he has been my "former special friend"... until now. So, in this image composed of five pictures you see me fucking with four different guys over almost half a century. (¡!!!) And in a series of photos in which I appear fucking with different guys, I could not miss the champion of all, the Gold Medal: Dean el Escocés, with whom you see me in April 2007 in the last photo. ]]
But the first time I posed on my own for nude photography, and some porn playing with the photographer’s cock, in exchange for “something material” (two pairs of snickers in the first session). I had sex with the photographer, Carlos, in every of the many photo-shoots we had. It's a shame, that Carlos didn't want to give me copies of any of the porn pictures he took of me having sex with him, because he took some of me worshipping his cock placed on my face and in my mouth that were frankly good, even artistic, but I perfectly understand the reasons he had. Since I have discussed all this in numerous previous posts, I won't go into further detail here, as for example, Posts 45 to 47, where I talk about my early adventures as a wannabe model, and the “other things” I did in the photo-shoots as a bonus for the photographer.
As you may have noticed, these first posing experiences, in which there was always sex during or after the session, have decisively marked the focus of my modeling activities and that is why I have always seen posing as part of the foreplay to fucking; I have not really been a model, but simply a slut who gladly accepts to be photographed naked. I have always assumed that when a guy asks me to pose naked for him, it is a fancy euphemism for asking me to have sex with him, and so, with very few exceptions, I have had sex with all the many men I have posed for, whether amateur or professional and with or without a contract.
Upon my return to Spain, I began to pose for a janitor at the faculty where I was studying in exchange for his help in surviving in the jungle that was the overcrowded universities of the time. For example, he clandestinely provided me with exam prompts that some professors gave him to make photocopies. Truth be told, I only knew about three prompts in advance, but it was worth it because he also helped me with a few other things that I have discussed in other parts of the blog, for example, in Post 11.
Bernardo, that's the name of the janitor, I liked him very much and he was an attractive man, and besides posing for him we also had sex from time to time, but only if I managed to persuade him, which was not always easy. I also had sex with the first photographer, the one from Venezuela. Having sex with the artist who hires me as a model has been a constant throughout my life, and it has been what has made a vulgar girl with no special posing skills, and with a physical flaw, to be more in demand by photographers and artists than I should have been for my talents as a model. By the way, I want to clarify that, except for the first time in Venezuela, I have never posed just for the remuneration because fortunately I didn't need it, but to give a boost to my low self-esteem and because I have always been horny posing naked, I can't help it.
[[ Image 4. Two more photos of what Bernardo took of me when I was 21 and 22 years old, it's a shame but I have very few left without having been published of the ones he took of me throughout our relationship for six years while I was a university student. The one on the left is the only one I have that he shot at his apartment one of the two times we met there, while the one on the right is in the archives area of the Faculty. The thing about wearing socks in his house is because it was winter and he didn't have good heating, plus it's sexy, don't you think? The photo on the right was the summer when I was 22 years old, I just came back from the beach and went to college to meet him. This was a few days before our "farewell fuck" at the gym, the only time we ever really fucked, although I had already given him a few handjobs and blowjobs, and the tip of his cock had hit my pussy door bareback a few times and rubbed my clit, not entering, but emptying his entire load there on the threshold.... although I'm sure that no small part of that huge load always ended up going through the door at least as far as the foyer 😉 because I "held my doors wide open" with my hands inviting him in" all the way" while he burst his potent spurts of cum from just five centimeters aiming directly at my eager and dripping pussy hole.... I've always loved "on the edge" games tempting the guys to go beyond the edge. Seven years later, during Lalo's time when I was a doctoral fellow, he accepted to have a monthly fuck with me, though it soon become fortnightly. Once again I had to persuade him saying I wanted to be his “barragana”, meaning in Spanish the slut of a military: he was a sergeant in the reserve and I was an active-duty slut, he loved the analogy (A "barragana" is the temporary companion of a military officer, usually an unmarried non-commissioned officer, his kept mistress. When the officer is assigned to another place, she almost automatically becomes the mistress of the new officer who replaces him, that is to say, she is passed from one to the other, being the outgoing officer the one who introduces and hands over the barragana to the incoming one. Most times we had sex at Bernardo’s humble apartment, though we also fucked in all the nooks and crannies of the faculty building where I repeatedly begged him between thirteenth and seven years earlier to fuck me and he refused or just let me give him a blowjob. The idea of fucking now in all that places was his, because he wanted to make up for all the times I tempted him and begged him to fuck me, but although he wanted madly to do it to me, he held back because he considered (and rightly so) that I was too young: Just a spoiled, naughty, capricious girl back then; but now I was a grown 30 years old woman, married, a mother, and Bernardo knew that Lalo and I were having an affair and I worked for him as a hostess at a “classy gentlemen's Club" three afternoons a week (I told it to Bernardo to persuade him to start having sex with me again). So he thought that having my pussy visited and cheered by one more cock now and then wouldn't make much difference in my already astronomical level of sluttiness and he fucked me in a glorious and exuberant way, as a sergeant should do to his barragana. Bernardo took some photos of me during this second phase, but I only have two of those and in bad condition, and a portrait of me he always carried in his bifold to show his military friends a photo of his “barragana”, I love the word. ]]
However, the first legally binding contract I had was at the age of 22 when the photographer I collaborated with, Chema, and I secured a contract with a small publishing house in northern Spain. The publisher produced erotic content such as erotic playing cards, calendars, bookmarks, provided photographs to local erotic magazines, and even handled the filming of two very low-budget pornographic shorts in which I participated as a "secondary actress." I have also discussed all of this on other occasions. So, six years after posing naked for the first time for payment, I had my first legal contract as a model.
When my husband and I had the conversation with Francis in which we agreed that I would be his model for painting and drawing, apart from several photographers, I had also posed for another painter under contract. So, when posing for Francis, it would be the second professional painter artist for whom I would pose, and that's why I knew that posing for painting is completely different from posing for photography; they are two separate worlds.
Posing isn't as fun as some might think when it comes to professional photography and painting: posing for photography is exhausting and stressful, while posing for painting is incredibly boring. Therefore, in both cases, it's a job, and that's why the model should be compensated.
Furthermore, in those legal contracts, it's where the model's “image rights” are assigned to the hiring party. No professional or semi-professional photographer would take photos of a model without having the image rights, and that can only be done if there's a legal contract. The case with painters is different, but they are usually serious people, and the truly professional ones also make contracts very similar to those of photographers. I've talked about these contracts in several posts, especially in the series titled: "A strange and kinky adventure that happened to me during the signing of a temporary work contract"... I still have one last post to add to that series, I haven't forgotten.
Of course, I am aware that I have already talked about most of this in other posts, but I have summarized it again because reading a blog is not like reading a book. Most readers view posts individually and randomly, so the majority are not familiar with this part of my life, and without knowing the beginnings of my adventures, the rest lacks a solid foundation, without context.
As I mentioned before, in the case of Francis, I was going to pose for free because he is my friend, and I was doing it to help him. However, it was still necessary to have a legal contract stating that I wouldn't receive any compensation for my modeling work and that I unconditionally assigned my image rights to Francis.
You might wonder, "How is such a peculiar employment contract managed?" The answer is a lawyer, and in my case, I knew one very intimately—yes, José Manuel, with whom I had been a kept lover until late September of the previous year, less than nine months ago.
Additionally, my first employment contract was not as a model but as an intern at José Manuel's law firm, where I collaborated on patent issues, but I also contributed to keeping some VIP clients of the firm happy and satisfied, thus ensuring their loyalty. Apart from that, I also made sure that José Manuel had a fulfilling "emotional" life.
Obviously, in my official employment contract, only the aspect of advising the law firm on technical matters was stated, but the other two activities were implicitly included verbally and in good faith between us 😉, meaning: all three activities were included in the agreement, but only the first one was documented in the contract. I believe I fulfilled all three parts of the deal extraordinarily well, and that's why José Manuel has always been grateful to me, and I to him.
Well, indeed, a few weeks after becoming Francis's "official model," the two of us went together to José Manuel's law firm for him to draft and manage this new contract of mine. It was amusing to be discussing work matters in a meeting with my former lover and my current one... all that was missing was my husband, and it would have been a script for a romantic comedy , but I'll talk about that in another chapter.
After all these prolegomena and long contextualization (you already know me) let's get down to the business of me undressing and becoming Francis' art model:
Francis is not only an artist because that is his trade, but it is his trade because he has the "soul of an artist", of a creator of things that feed the spirit. For example, an engineer is not an artist, although he creates things, but they serve to satisfy material needs and, in theory, make the daily life of human beings more comfortable. An engineer creates things whose utility can be measured: for example, a new harvesting machine that can harvest twice as much grain as previous ones in the same time; or an airplane that can fly twice as far on the same fuel; these are things whose utility can be objectively measured. However, an artist creates things whose utility cannot be objectively measured, for art is always subjective, since what is addressed to the spirit has no physical measure. However, an engineer and an artist have much in common: the taste and need to create things that did not exist, and to make the lives of human beings more pleasant.
My husband is a scientist, but being from an applied branch his work is very similar to that of an engineer, and I am from an even more technological branch of science than him and I also worked in industry. That's why my husband and Francis get along so well, because they complement each other, they are the same but the opposite, and that's why Francis and I are also complementary. I would even go so far as to say that Francis and I are more complementary than my husband and him, because I am a woman and he is a man.
And while I am talking about how complementary Francis and I are, I will tell you that he has been the friend I have loved the most for twenty years (though not romantic "love" ), I have always tried to make him happy and satisfy him in everything, and I have always desired Francis "much more" sexually than my husband, he is more physically attractive and fucks better than my husband, in fact for long periods of time I have had more and better sex with Francis than with my husband. I have allowed him to do "things" to me that I have not consented to my husband (sexual humillitaions, and sloppy anal sex hurting me for example, but not only that... Francis is an artist but he is "very kinky" and a bit sadist and dirty on ocassions, I will tell you about all this), but... I have never been in love with Francis, while I have always been in love with my husband.
Just as art is not quantifiable, "love" is even less so, true love is not rational but spiritual, and although from a physical point of view - measurable - Francis knows how to please my body better than my husband, however I am Dan's wife and I love him madly. Remember that I have always known how to differentiate sex from love, and that is why I enjoyed having sex with Francis more and sought him out for that, while I was in love with my husband and not Francis.
[[ Image 10. Francis fucking and photographing me during a threesome with my husband about 10 years later. My husband took the photo with one of the frist digital cameras, of pitiful resolution as you can see. ]]
Let me give you an example: Francis, Dan and I have spent many weekends together dedicated "exclusively" to have sex, many times "locked" in the country house that Francis bought in the north of Castille and of which I have spoken to you in several Posts (for example in the Post ); well, in those weekends being the three of us together all day, even sleeping all three together in the same bed, I calculate that I will have cum twice as many times with Francis than with my husband. And by the way, Dan has never minded that, on the contrary! He has always enjoyed watching me fuck other guys (he likes to see me having all kinds of sex, but especially when I cum while being fucked), and in Francis' case he liked even more watching me fuck him, since he is his best friend.
And I just realized that this post has become too long! in the next I will continue with the meeting of the three of us in which I undressed for Francis, but let me tell you that it was not a "just take my clothes off and that's it", it was a photographic strip-tease in which the three of us got horny as animals in heat and I was about to mate with two males that day... a few weeks later that happened.
I wish you an excellent day.
Kisses
Aura
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Lots of intimate, thoughtful detail, and wonderfully written. How long does it take you to write something like this? Are there multiple sit downs to write it? All in one sitting? Do you look at the photographs while writing? Do you have a special box for the photographs?
Missionary with Aura... duly noted.
Hi,
I'm glad to hear that you enjoy my posts and photos; such comments encourage me to keep writing, so thank you. As for the time it takes me to write a post, it varies greatly, but generally it's a few hours, ranging from a couple of hours for the shortest and simplest posts to perhaps eight or ten hours for a longer post with complex situations. Keep in mind that I have to censor, sweeten, and tweak some of my adventures using euphemisms and double entendres so they won't be rejected by Blogland's reviewers.
Please let me summarize the typical process for you here:
As you know, since I was very young, I've kept intimate diaries in which I meticulously record each and every one of my erotic experiences, all of them, even what I do with my husband. I don't keep diaries of other aspects of my life, only those related to sex, so I already have the 'skeleton' of many potential posts there, and there's nothing I could have forgotten. However, some adventures are more detailed than others in the diaries, depending on the time and desire I had to write that night or the following day.
What I do is, based on my memories and those notes, write a detailed draft in Spanish by hand, and then I write it paragraph by paragraph in English in Word as if it were the final text. But since English is not my native language, I then review the more complicated paragraphs (not all of them) in an online 'style editor' that helps me correct my syntax errors.
Regarding the photos, I have files with thousands of them, literally many thousands, and hundreds of videos from which I sometimes take screenshots. The photos are not as organized as the diaries, and they are not always classified by dates, so I have to rely on my memory to place them in the corresponding adventure, and sometimes I've been mistaken.
The oldest photos I have as copies on photographic paper (the typical old-fashioned photo) and many of them as Polaroids (more than 1,000 Polaroids, I believe), a few of them I have as negatives, and more than 2,000 are slides. Then, in the more recent era of digital photography, I have tens of thousands of photos, many of them classified by years; these latter ones hardly need any work to upload them to the Blog: just some exposure, perhaps color, size adjustments, and little else. But the ones I have on paper and especially the Polaroids are a real headache, because many of them have deteriorated greatly over the years, and with some of the photos, I've had to work 'many hours' before they had a minimum quality to upload them to the Blog. But fortunately, years ago, I scanned most of the Polaroids, photos, negatives, and slides with quite good resolution, so now I work almost exclusively with digital files, whether they're old or modern photos.
Why do I go through all this trouble? Well, because I have the time, and it's like writing my own 'erotic biography,' and also, by retouching and improving the photos, I have higher-quality files and memories, and I like that; I like to remember and relive my life, especially the erotic part, and as I'm an unrepentant exhibitionist, I like to tell and show it to my readers, I love sharing it with you.
A kiss,
Aura
@Mibelayze That's a lot work. lol i commend you for it though.
Sexy couple
Thank you for the compliments!
Kiss
Aura
Yeeeees it's long journey with experience in photos.... before you're becoming Francis model u are too taking more experience since when you're young... it's naughty youth with you And Andy it's more experience since when you're lovers you're making wonderful Career with him about you're collecting money both.. from the old German And the same time the old German predicts u early to become a wonderful model and u indeed becoming... About Bernardo since this time u and Andy to making wonderful pics.. this details it's wonderful to me... And this time with Andy i think it was important to know important period of your life After the parents separated...it was perfect with model experience contract it's really complicated details and technical issues I'm talking about jose Manuel and the contract with Francis later.. yeeeees i agree with you it's hard to him as you're his lover when you're making contract...i don't know but you're know more about the difference between your pose to someone and painting...it was wonderful matching and chemistry between Dan and Francis... he's more experienced... And you're enjoying more... And threesome with Dan too in this time... wonderful period.. it's making me for the first time knowing the young Laura... fast notice:- i don't know why when I'm looking the first pic since the day you're putting the post... I'm talking the pic with Francis I don't know why I'm with you in this pic not Francis.. maybe because of my age...lol 😂🤣 really when I'm looking to the pic I'm always imagine myself not him..if I'm in this time with you it will be hot 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥 I love you 😘😘😘.. stunning 🥰 pics
Hi Alfedo, my idea when writing about my life is that the reader feels as if he was living it with me. If you feel comfortable in the place of Francis, then I reached my goal to lead you with me to that time in my life 😃
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@Mibelayze omg woooow it's big honour and many feelings i can't describe now so hug 🫂🫂 it's will
Amazing stories you have, how much comes from memory and how much from your diary I wonder? The pictures of the pleasure on your face are so beautiful and I think there is nothing better than the missionary position to observe that beauty.
Hi Easyrider,
I would say that everything is generally well registered in my memory, but it's the "intimate diaries" I have that clarify the details and dates for me. Additionally, having consulted them numerous times throughout my life has prevented memories from fading away easily. On the other hand, having tens of thousands of photos (literally) helps to make my memories even more vivid; photos are incredibly important in my life. However, keep in mind that in my intimate diaries, I exclusively note matters related to sex, so my memories aren't as strong in other aspects of life, such as everyday family matters or my work.
Kiss
Aura
Your just fucking awesome ever visit Alaska look me up
Aura
Hotness
Aura
Super sexy.
Aura
I would like to come over
Aura
So many amazing chapters
Hi Nick,
They are small parts of my life that, when remembered and written about, help me understand myself better.
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze sounds like great self examination
My dear Aura. Another great read. Very interesting that you differentiate between making love and fucking. At first i wasn’t sure what you meant and i thought about it for a while I began to realise exactly what you were meaning.
Once again i adored your photos. From the ones of you as a younger woman,dark bush hiding your sex and small tits with wonderful dark areola and puffy nipples to the woman in the missionary position,head back and a cock spreading your pussy lips as a very fortunate man gets inside you.
Missionary is how I would love to make love to you. I would suck on your nipples and explore your pussy with my tongue prior to laying between you legs and viewing your expressions as you take my shaft in your hand and lead it to your sweetest of spots. I would have no qualms about cumming inside you as you cum at the same time.
Perhaps one of these days I will get the chance to meet you and hopefully fulfil my wish.
You enthral me. I still think you should write a book or make a movie. I reckon it would make Fifty Shades of Grey look like Bambi.
I look forward to your next blog. 💋💋💋Tom x
Starting by the end... when I watched Fifty Shades I thought it Bambi!! I am not kidding. That movie left me feeling deeply disappointed.
Abot the rest, what to say?... Life is wonderful, sex is wonderful, make love not war
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze I couldn’t agree more. Life is wonderful and sex is wonderful. I find watching porn very unsatisfying. Making porn is so much more fun. 💋💋💋kisses Tom
Absolutely amazing photos and such an interesting and compelling dive in to your life. I give you lots of credit for overcoming your eating disorders, knowing from personal experiences how difficult those can be. I do have to say that your photo from before your weight loss is absolutely beautiful and natural with nothing to be embarrassed by or ashamed of. Having a healthy body is something you should be proud of and it shows through in that before photo. The after photos are simply stunning as well and you my dear at any weight are gorgeous! 🤗🤩😘
Yes, indeed, eating disorders may seem like a joke but they can be terrible, especially for someone like me who had very low self-esteem as a young person and desperately needed to please the boys. I'm glad you like my posts and tell me about it, and that you comment on them; that encourages me to keep writing
Kisses,
Aura
Can we join u
Hey! You're from Bournemouth! When I was 19, I spent a summer there with a host family to learn English; maybe we crossed paths back then
@Mibelayze yes may be
u like it here hun ?
come back to me lol yes?
Beautiful stories and pictures!
Thank you
Kiss
Aura
That look very Beautiful and Sexy. She is a very extremely hot woman
Aura
Funny
Dean was the best? I would have sworn they were all pretty good.
Interesting... and great evolution of pics. 💕🔥
Hi Paul,
Dean was the best "fucking" (and I hope he "will be" soon because we are in touch again and already had cybersex not the real thing but... is better than nothing). And also he is the best at some other things but his pannic to commitment is pathological (not joking) and ruined everyting in the past. I am giving him a last oportunity.
Have a sexy weekend
Kisses
Aura
Wonderful post and fabulous copulating pics x
Hmmmm... copulating! yes, I love the word
Kiss
Aura
Love reading about your life
Should find someone to produce it and make it a movie
Hi Rob,
I feel flattered by what you're saying. As for a movie about my life, I'm afraid it would be rated XXX Besides, it's not really that extreme; I know some other girls whose lives make mine look like that of a cloistered nun. Perhaps what sets me apart from others are three things: the first is that I have intimate diaries where "all" my erotic experiences throughout my life are detailed; the second is that I have thousands of photos to document many of those experiences! There are almost 1,800 photos on the blog!; and the third is that I enjoy recounting the mischief I've done while most prefer to keep quiet about them.
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze that is great, thank you for sharing them with us.
😘😘😘😘
Me gustan las fotos en las que estas follando, se te ve tan plena!
Me encanta follar, aunque como soy una chica tímida prefiero decir queme gusta que me follen Pero creo que ya lo sabías verdad?
@Mibelayze
Pues nada nada, yo te follo y si ya lo sabia