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The Adventurer



Ben Kozel, Adventurer

 After my unsuccessful encounters with men on a dating site, one profile tickled my fancy.  It basically said, among other things: “I’m an adventurer, I like a woman who appreciates my cooking”.  I immediately replied something along the lines: “Is your cooking so terrible that women tend to dislike it?” and our mail exchange lasted for 2 months.  Just as me, he was very careful not to disclose too much about himself.  His answers were somehow short and imprecise, but I liked him.

We chatted a couple of times and discovered that we both had a very high sex drive.  He told me we better get our hands off each other when we meet.  We finally met in the mountains for lunch on a Saturday.  The idea, as I had understood it, was to have lunch at the restaurant, then go for a hike with his dogs and for a professional massage. 

We went for a hike with the dogs, beautiful weather, very pleasant talk, he’s a quiet man, who likes to be in charge, slightly chauvinistic, who has been around a lot. We both enjoyed talking about the places we had been.  I could feel the man is like a bear, rough outside, but rather sensitive inside.  It seemed we clicked, or I felt good in his company.

It turned out that the massage session was not planned with professionals…. My misunderstanding.  We did have it, and a little more.  It was getting hot and steamy, but he stopped before it went too far.  Just could not do it.  Then, we opened a bottle of champagne and listened to music.  We started cooking and had a very nice dinner.  Since I had drunk too much to drive, he invited me to stay over.  We sat on the couch talking until it was his time to go to sleep.  I finally shared his bed, we “crossed a few lines” as he said, but nothing too serious.

Next day, on my way home, many questions crossed my mind.  I felt he was still very raw from his recent separation and not at all ready for a relationship.  Where did a lover fit in?  Nowhere, not now.  He must have put his profile on the dating site for reassurance, met a few ladies online, but from what I gathered, I was the only one he met for real.

We exchanged a few more messages.  I told him that I was happy to have met him, that I was going to close my profile.  He replied he would do the same and stop talking to the other ladies, but that he had been thinking too and basically, we both needed to take care of domestic issues before we could think of meeting again.  His job was taking up all his time, for all I know he is somewhere on another continent at the moment and I do not know when/if he will contact me again, but most probably not before September…..

All this waiting and hoping had me rather frustrated one lonely Sunday, I was asking myself if all this was worth the while, suddenly my phone rang, it was a chain message I had sent around in 2009, "you are an angel!"    I was under shock!  No one had sent this message, the phone rang with this message on.  Holly sh*t!  I was crying! And grateful!  So, I am convinced that this is the man...  and I'm turning into bloody Penelope!

P.S. The picture above is not a picture of my Adventurer.

One year....

Just out of curiousity, I checked my site meter  after posting again, you are still there, it's been almost a year...  I'm still thinking of you and wonder how you are faring.  Are you happy now?  Has your life improved? Have some of your dreams come true?  I hope and wish so, because you deserve it, you sweet man!

Christmas present

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"Oh my lover I think of you daily

and find myself smiling so gaily

wondering what you wear

and how I'd have to stare

at rolling hills and valleys

and fresh buds on ripe fruit trees 

your elegant secrets so deeply hidden

soft fabrics caressing what is forbidden 

Oh how I wish to consume and delight

your precious gifts that set me alight

thus rhythmically my heart beats quicken

ensuing limbs flex, stretch and thicken

with thoughts of treaures to be found

my hands exploring contours that astound

and slowly we share in pleasures so deep

our senses alive from head to feet

we'll roll and sway like waves on the shore

and appreciate what's shared forevermore"

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Thank you for this lovely Christmas present!

The Castle

The snow sparkles on the trees and on the castle under the glorious morning sun, where our magic carpet led us.  Icicles hang from the windows, and make it look like a castle in a faerie tale.  The peacock is perched on a tree near the kitchen door and there are animal spoors around the castle, fox, rabbit, deer.

Our room is warm and cozy with its fire place, overlooking the country side from the upper floor under the crenelations.   We shed our snow coated clothes and put them to dry.  The canopy bed is welcoming with its feather duvet, we slide under the covers to seek some warmth.  I snuggle into your arms against your soft warm skin and stare into your green eyes.  We rub our long noses in an Eskimo kiss and smile.  Did you know they call me the Pixie with my short hair, long pointy nose and green eyes?  Well, the Pixie is going to bewitch you like no one before in these crisp white sheet!  

I take you face in my hands and suck on your lower lip until you gasp and take over. We slide on each other, bodies entwined, mouth licking nipples, necks, waists, the tender skin along your hips and further down, towards your thick hardness.  With a smile, I take you deep inside my mouth, into my throat, bewildered, you groan every time you slide inside my throat. You become my pray, offering me your vulnerability, I can reach into your soul and I take it as a precious gift. Your growls and moans tell me how much you like this, as I slide my hand along the length of your shaft, your breath gets shorter, you back arches and soon you let go with loud groans and I feel your hot cream trickle down my throat.  It did not take me too long to bewitch you!  

Your passionate kiss takes my breath away, your hand on my breast, my waist, my thigh, reaches its final destination, exploring, I open my thighs for you, my sweet juices run down my cheeks, moistening your fingers. “You are so tight!” you say.  Yes, yet your fingers play with me expertly and I soon scream out of pleasure.  Are the castle walls thick enough to muffle my cries? Suddenly, you take my big toe in your mouth and suck it.  I feel electrified and almost orgasm.  You play with my toes and every time I gasp and jump, surprised by the incredible sensation.  Oh my God!  This is divine!  But your lips have gone up my leg and explore my wet lips, tasting me, your tongue deep in my velvety hole, I squirm, breathless and lost in pleasure.  While your tongue circles my clitoris, your fingers trace small circles on the upper wall of my slippery cunt and my legs start to shake.  I can suddenly feel  myself gushing endlessly while I scream and loose control, surrendering to your touch.  I'm floating on a wave of intense and endless pleasure out of time, out of space,  I forget where I am.  You then take me gently, rubbing your thick glans on my clit and the sensation is just overwhelming again, you then slowly slide inside me when I beg you to take me, fill me, please, please!  You ask me "Would you like me to take you like this every morning and every evening?"  "Yes, I do".  You then profusely  cum inside me while my pussy squeezes you tight and as I bite your neck.