Monday, May 17, 2010

Lost Memories

Sometimes when Daddy hasn’t been over in a while I start to think of other encounters I have had over the years. I know I should not do this but I just can’t help it sometimes… A man who I knew that lived in Boston once wrote a post on my blog (this is an old blog I no longer have) We met online almost 10 years ago. We have met several times over the years and to this day we are still close friends. The story he posted was when I flew to Boston about 8 years ago. I had the time of my life and thought I would share his point of view of what happen.

The evening had come to pass after a long joyful day of love making. We had teased each other from afar for so long, with late night phone conversations that continued into the dawn. The shyness that new lovers fell was absent from our first encounter. There was a feeling of familiarity about her, but the total excitement of the first sex was fully present as we dove into the soft linen sheets.

As we strolled through the park, I was startled at how beautiful she was against the autumn dusk, with her hair reflecting the color of the changing season. I could feel my life changing with the season, and I knew I would never feel the same again about myself or the world. This girl was special, maybe too special for me, a lost wretched soul.

We stopped in front of a group playing pickup basketball. In the dim light, we could see the peasant folk walking their dogs for the night and enjoying the few remaining pleasant nights before the scourge of winter.

She abruptly stopped and took my hand in hers. I could feel her life beating through her veins faster and faster as our lips touched. I remember feeling her hands on my body, working down my back gently measuring every inch like she was drawing a map to my heart.

I looked into her eyes and I could see the vastness of her soul through those eyes, stretching out like some undiscovered land. I wonder if anyone had ever explored her soul and what they found, what would I find if I dared to enter.

She sat down on the bench and looked up at me with a sinful grin. She pulled out my cock and looking around to see that people were watching, she took it into warm, wet mouth. My cock immediately came to life and seemed to grow larger with each breath.

I could hear her breathing becoming deeper and faster as she licked my swollen head. The basketball players were now stopped and watching intently as she moved her tongue around my balls.

A pair of well-dressed dog-walkers, were now stopped 10 feet from us with their mouth's wide open, as I shot a huge load into her inviting mouth. She continued her soft sucking until I was soft.

She looked up at me and laughed and began to playfully run away. I caught up to her, wrapped her in my arms and whispered into her ear… "I think I have always loved you".


  1. i love this i would love this to happen to me one day.

  2. If this is true, you are truly mad! The only time I had sex while people were watching was in Mexico at our hotel, on the balcony. some Mexican guys down below were pretending to work on a stone walkway below, replacing stones on the walkway at 1 in the morning, but I could see them looking up at us as I fucked my beautiful lizard on the balcony. It was rather exciting.

  3. I love doing sexual acts in public. Wondering what the people are thinking. I talk about different public situations in my blog from time to time.

    I would have loved to come across you and lizard on the balcony. I would have no probelm in watching.