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Sunday, 12 February 2012

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My association with Griselda, was without doubt, the most romantically and passion filled period of my sad life, and I still miss the chemistry of our entwined bodies in complete and utter ecstasy and pleasurable pain. My delight in her ability to lift me up, turn me over, and carry me around the room while tasting my foibles will remain with me forever.

The Meal

I went into the room to ask Griselda if she'd like to go out for a meal later. As she finished her set of biceps curls, she turned to face me in all her grandeur, her rippling muscles gleaming with the fresh sweat, she picked me up and threw me onto the bed, pleasured herself with my excited body, flicked my nipples, then answered 'Yes'. Then returned her attentions to my puny body.

Later, she suddenly lifted her skirt, turned to reveal her stockinged knickerless features, and flexed her massive firm buttocks at me, smiled and said: "Perhaps for food, instead of going out, you would like to dine on this tonight?"

All of my senses were immediately titillated and stimulated, and every nerve in my groin exploded into activity.

I felt strong, weak, dizzy, and delirious all at the same time.

I dived forward and immersed myself in the black curly haired region of herself she had displayed.

I squeaked out "Oh yes please, let's stay in and dine tonight!.

She never failed to amaze me in how she could be interested in a scrawny little chap like me... I just thanked heaven for it!

So we dined on each other that night.

The meal lasted for hours, and she taught me how she liked to be tasted, basted, fondled, and adored.

Eventually, as work beckoned, I had to extract myself from her thighs and euphoric installing activities... and the best meal I'd ever had... reluctantly!

I went off to work, sore, weak, elated, and praying that the day would pass quickly, so I could return to the Queen of pleasure, and delve into her hard welcoming body to be pleasured again!


My Beloved Griselda - Part One - The Beginning

My Beloved Griselda - Part Two - Taking Her Home

My Beloved Griselda - Part Three - The first Outing

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