I have never seen so many Hot women and horny men than this years conference! certainly difficult to concentrate on business with all this distraction around…
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That was the Pleasure Project’s opening line at Vienna 2010 -(the biggest global AIDS conference ever happening this week – with 25,000 people gathering from all over the world) It was all part of our campaign to get public health people to put a bit more pleasure in their life and a bounce in their step. It seems to be working. We put up new posters all over the venue every day . . . . with suggestions about what ELSE participants might be doing besides working hard. It seems to be getting us a good reaction…….See the fantasies posted on this blog…
getting kinky on stage and show people the natural use of an fc2 live
and in real time
We have met at other conferences. Flirted a little. Talked. Bantered. She teases me in a way that makes me blush. She stands a little too close to me. Presses her breasts a little too much against me when we say good-bye. Finds my eyes across a crowded room when I am busy networking, and keeps eye contact until my heart beats faster.
She is hot. Smart, good-looking, interesting. And hot. I just want to bring her to my hotel room and…
… fuck her
… no, no that sounds too rough
… take her
… no, that sounds like it´s too much about me
… make love to her
… too schmaltzy
… explore her
… I am not on a polar expedition
… Give her pleasure.
Yes, that is what I want. Get back to her for making me blush by making her twist and turn under my mouth and fingers. Feel her lips. Taste her skin. Suck her nipples. Run my fingers along her thighs and ass. Make her wet. Very, very wet. Tease her with my patience. Fuck her. Yes, ok, I do want to fuck her.
I love playing with myself. I used to do it all the time, at least once a day. Recently its been in decline. Something to do with pace of life.
So being away from home at Conferences are some of my favorite times to enjoy some solo love. Its something about hotel rooms and jet lag. So it has meant that recently as the concierge shows me my room – I’ll immediately flick my eyes to the sofa. The top edge of the sofa – or maybe the potential of the bed. I love the chance to close the door and
know that no-one knows where I am and what I’m up to. It reminds me of anonymous conference encounters of the past or holiday.
I start thinking of my vast backlog of internal erotic videos. I’m in a girl on girl phase at the moment. Remembering that cute sexy butch who was so keen to take me over my sofa. Did not give me much choice. That was many years ago, but when I re-run I also remember the feel of the rough worn sofa edge like it was yesterday. The memory makes my thighs
tickle. She would always insist I had to bend over. And bend over FAST. I can practically feel the tickle of the hemmed edge at the top of the sofa against my bare thighs. Just thinking about it. Sofa Sex. Nothing to beat it.
I usually lie in the bath getting myself ready. Take my time. Teasing my nipples. Watching them in the funky hotel foam. Or I might let the shower head with its warm steam of water lay across my belly and warm my clit. Maybe just maybe I’ll edge it sorry towards my cunt. Let the warm pulse move around and into me. Start rubbing my back against the cool
bath in pleasure.
But stop myself from dropping over that edge. That I’ll save for the crisp new ironed sheets.. . . or the furniture.
Like tonight. I creep into the bed half damp. Lie on my back. Feel my relaxed body ease into the huge pile of pillows. Dim the lights. And start to imagine. That cute girl who checked me out in the registration queue. She lifted her eyes from her book, looked directly to read my badge and then slowly moved her eyes to my face. Such boldness. What if just what if I could make the most of that bold directness in this huge double bed and multiple pillows. I start moving my fingers around my clit, feeling it harden, moving my legs apart to feel it’s hardness
more. I can feel the start of the flush on my chest. The AC is making my nipples hard. I use my other hard to pull them sharply away from my body. They start to go numb. My other hand slides in and out of me and around my clit. I’m wet quickly. Its the first night of the conference. She was really cute. Its been a while.
I’m so horny I can’t resist that sofa. I have been eyeballing it’s strong frame and rough edges. I creep up to it. Lie myself along it’s pillows. Put one leg up outstretched to the ceiling. Hang my foot down its back until I’m completely wide open and exposed. Feeling the coarse utilitarian hotel sofa fabric on my back and bum. Feeling the AC on my wet cunt. I hang my head off the sofa’s end. Now I’m ready.
I was sitting in a session today, learning about health outcomes and
structural infrastructure improvement, when all of the sudden I was
whisked away to Hall B. What if we had a bedroom in the exhibition
hall that was stocked with condoms and lube, where I could go with
that cute boy on the other side of the hall? There would be nothing
more refreshing than a little quickie between sessions… something to
relax and refresh. Doesn’t someone have a room I could borrow?