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Adventures of the Viking and his Nympho Girl: Another Day In Paradise-AV&N2011Ed.5
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Adventures of the Viking and his Nympho Girl: Another Day In Paradise-AV&N2011Ed.5 AV&N2011Ed.5 – Adventures of the Viking and his Nympho Girl: Another Day In Paradise We finally extracted ourselves from the bed and got dressed to go out. We had originally planned to spend the day at a museum but since we didn’t wake up until 1pm that didn’t happen. The day in bed wrapped in each others arms was just much too appealing to give up! There’s just something about being in a hotel bed that makes me want to stay there as long as possible and fuck in it as often as we can! After a hot shower, I was shining inside and out. I was also sore in lots of places but in a totally delicious way. So we headed out to find some food before the comedy club, because all day in bed means fucking starving! The Viking’s handy dandy GPS was fucking up and wouldn’t connect and I noticed the clock on the dashboard. “I think your clock is messed up.” I said. “Why do you think that?” “Because it says its 5:05pm, that can’t be the right time can it? We only slept till 1:30pm.” His sexy deep laugh ensued. “Oh it’s the right time. We spent the whole day in bed fucking!” I can’t remember the last time I spent all day in bed with anyone! Fucking fantabulous! The weather was just outrageously sunny and beautiful. Off into the grand southern capitol we headed. Dinner was scrumptious Mexican with a beer menu of 1000 beers. The people watching was great and interesting. I miss being in a real city sometimes. The people watching from the Trapeze the night before had me primed for more. We have some of the funniest most interesting conversations I’ve ever heard or been part of. There’s some serious laughing, flirting, kissing and touching. Our "would you do her" analysis continued and was refined…lol…amazing how many of the same women we’d do…lmao. The Viking was loving the beer menu and vowed that he was going to find a beer I’d like. I scoffed and anyone who knows me will be shocked and dismayed. He did indeed find a beer that I love drinking. He also accomplished that in less than 3 tries. I hated beer before, now I just don’t like beer…lol…but if my Viking is picking the beer and says I’ll like it, I’ll probably love it. He said he was getting a beer that I should like because it tastes like Sour Patch . And in Belgium they add raspberry syrup to it. Oh man, my mouth watered thinking about how good that beer would have tasted that way! So he has performed the 1st miracle by converting me from a beer hater to a beer appreciator. I volunteered to drive so that he could explore the beer menu. He did perform and fucking miracle by getting me to drink and enjoy more than 1 glass of beer. I could have drunk that like wine. So it was only fair that I drive so he could explore other beers. He was stuck with only 1 woman so at least I could give him multiple beers. Another first as I get the keys to his truck. Note to self, get lots of quarters and dollar bills before weekends in Atlanta. Parking chaos was the theme for the night. We headed off to find more disastrous parking for the Improve comedy show. The show was awesome. Before we went in we stopped at the bar. The bartender and another employee asked if the Viking was there the night before. They were sure him or someone that looks just like him was there. Tales of<b> twins </font></b>pursued and it was an improv in many ways! The show itself was phenomenal; if I lived nearby I’d be there a lot. That’s my kind of club hopping! The Trapeze, the comedy club and then Cheetah! Hell fucking yeah that’s as good as it gets when it’s with someone you have an obscene amount of fun, excitement, similarities and chemistry with. Someone with whom, I freely admit to being in a state mutual adoration. The longer I know him the more I wonder how it’s possible to be from such different lives but have the same opinions, views and outlooks. I laughed more this weekend than I have in years with out the influence of smoke or drink. All too soon the comedy show was over but there was excellent news during the show. The Cheetah Club is a sponsor and our tickets stubs got us free admission there! Yay, guess what? More tits and ass to stare at and compare, yes that’s terrible but its fun. I was only just down the street a few blocks. After the Viking handled the 2nd parking disaster we headed there and we were extremely careful to not repeat the parking catastrophes. Since I was driving for 2 of the 3 times I feel somewhat guilty. Parking for this last leg of the night was secured. The walk to the Cheetah was short but sweet. It was gorgeous out, still warm, breezy and the stars were shining. I have no doubt that I was fucking glowing like a 100 watt bulb from the adoration, love, sexual and just generally positive energy I was feeling. I was in bliss; well fucked, well fed, high on laughs and spoiled rotten. The club was packed and the girls were a wide array. I loved sitting there talking about what we liked best about each of the women we agreed on. We’d been doing this all weekend, every where we went. I think I’ve about got him convinced to find us other women…lol…a girl can hope anyway. I’d gladly share him and enjoy it thoroughly. I got as many compliments about my tat’s and tits at the Cheetah as I did at the Trap. The testosterone was flowing there though and it showed. I love going to watch women strip. I know sometimes I’m such a man. I’ve been talking about this with several people this past week. How in many ways intellectually, emotionally and sexually I think like a man. I don’t act like a man but I apply reason and logic to things in a distinctly male way. For example my attitude about sharing my man is that then I get double what I want, my man and another woman. I don’t even care is she’s not bi, sharing him only makes things better for me. Selfish motivations again. Once again we were in a sexual setting where we agreed wholeheartedly about everything. We decided we were a perfectly matched perverted duo! I was free to be my alter ego of Nympho Girl as I wanted. With the chemistry between us sparking, it was like being in a spot light and other people noticed, heady and exciting to know you are being watched and enjoyed as much as you are watching and enjoying. My sexual epiphany for the weekend is that more than group sex, what I truly enjoy is being the exhibitionist and voyeur. I love watching and being watched. I’m perfectly happy with the vast majority of my sex 1 on 1. A couple of hours later and we agreed that the hotel bed was calling our names rather loudly. We were having a blast cracking each other up with banter and wit, in between sappy moments of being awestruck by how much we enjoy each other. Apparently, I wasn’t keeping up with his marathon stride going back uphill to the truck. Well he does have like a 15 inch advantage over me! So what does my Viking do? He picks me up. Yes, he confessed that now that he knows how much I like being picked up he’s exploiting that shamelessly. There are a few other things he’s taken note of that drive me crazy too. No fair I don’t have a blog to learn all his inner secrets, wants and workings. He proceeds to carry me, cradle style with my arms wrapped around his neck. Several groups of people passed us with encouraging shouts, whistles, advice and suggestions. Someone yelled, “Take her to bed” and I immediately thought of Meg Ryan in Top Gun telling Nic Cage “Goose” “Take me to bed now or lose me forever!” So of course that’s what comes out of my non-censored mouth…lol…There’s no other way I could have kissed him like that and made it to the truck. Let me paint you this mental picture. I really wish someone had it on video. I’d proudly show that to anyone who’d watch. It was very impressive. My Viking carries me uphill over 2 city blocks, kissing me until I was weak in the knees and carrying on a running conversation with the several groups commenting. He didn’t put me down until we were crossing the street to the truck and I was weak in the knees. It was like some scene out of a romantic movie. Or a scene from a really good porn! This parking had a happy ending and my fantasy homemade porn “Driving the Viking” continued. I dug my glasses out of my pocketbook and spouted off some large words and more thanks. Yes, I wear glasses. Not all the time but at night while I’m driving they are mandatory. Normally, I drive with my sunglasses so no one realizes they are prescription glasses. They are always part of my “teacher” persona. The glass wearing and stretching my vocabulary prompted the Viking to declare that the glasses only served to make me sexier and that if I didn’t stop using big words he was going to have to fuck me on site. Ok, he was much more diplomatic about the way he said it. But it’s my story and I get to tell it like I want. We decided to complete our night with breakfast. Unlike the night before there weren’t any custom made omelets and full breakfast at these clubs. Finally, the call of the hotel bed overwhelmed us and after stopping for towels and some friendly dialogue with the night manager we made it back to the room. Some safety lessons followed. I took them in the loving manner they were meant. “I don’t want anything bad to happen to you so you need to know how to do this.” I finally convinced him to take some pictures with me. No, not him taking pictures of me, which I also encourage. I mean the 1st; we are in a photo together kind of pictures. I know you’re all dying to see my sexy Viking so I’ve attached a face picture of us. If you want a body and dick picture you’ll have to go check out his profile. No lazy lasses I won’t link it here. He outed himself on a couple of my posts about him. If you want to know you can find it. The joys of a good hotel shower were re-discovered and enjoyed by us both. Like many other things, it’s amazing to me that he and I can easily take a shower together in even relatively small showers. We move well together in almost every setting we’ve been in together. I did try to be the wanton sexy woman and put on a sexy baby doll and g-string but it didn’t stay on long…lol…Just like the shower I watch in wonder as he fits perfectly with me. Whether we were missionary or doggie with my hair in his hand he filled me exquisitely. He asked me as we lay there afterwards if I ever got enough. I told him the truth, yes eventually I would. I was fast approaching my limits by this point. I couldn’t sustain this pace of 3+ sessions per day but that was vacation and “I haven’t seen you in 2 weeks” make up for lost time sex. This weekend was really the 1st chance I’d had to get my fill of him. Getting to go to sleep wrapped around him after fucking each other into comas. Waking up to him wrapped around me only to repeat the mind blowing sex from the night before. Eat, sleep and fuck, shuffle and repeat for 2 and a half days and I’m in heaven! He’d been laying with his head on my belly talking to me. I thought we were done and just chatting before we passed out. He very sneakily slid down and licked my pussy, causing me to gasp. I was a thoroughly satisfied woman and was quickly fading. Until I heard him say in between flicks of his tongue, something about how good I tasted and how he’d gladly sleep licking my pussy. That made me groan in pleasure, I knew I was sunk and opened my legs wide for his tongue. It felt so good I couldn’t stand to stop him. I almost levitated off the bed when I felt an orgasm building. I don’t cum from oral very easily, especially oral alone. Maybe the trick is oral after I’m exhausted from cumming from being fingered and fucked into oblivion. In any case I can count on 1 hand the number of people who have ever made me cum from oral alone. I re-learned the joys of oral from someone who worships your pussy. I woke up to his gorgeous blue eyes smiling at me and his rock hard cock in my hand, then my mouth and very quickly my dripping wet pussy. Once again he asked me if I’d ever be satisfied. I told him I was totally satisfied but I wouldn’t say no to being over satisfied. I believe in feasting during times of plenty to sustain us during the times of famine! We’d been joking about my loud mouth during sex getting us in trouble with neighbors of management all weekend. The knock on the door as they slid the receipt under the door resulted in some serious mood shifting and laughter. I’m still working on the beginning of this weekend adventure. There’s just so much to choose from to write about but I won’t write it all. There’s even more to process and to think about from this weekend, new depths to fall and to fathom. I hope everyone enjoyed reading this even a tiny fraction of how much I enjoyed it. Weekends spent with someone in love and mutual adoration are treasures. They are gifts of memories of love to sustain me when I’m lonely and/or old.  Kisses, LA    |
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Very nice smile. Kisses
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PurplePeach72 replies on 3/2/2011 10:39 pm: Lol...I have always liked hotel beds but then almost anytime I've been in them it's been traveling and fun. Well usually when I'm in them I'm usually traveling or at a party so there is something to do outside of the room. Otherwise I lost my virginity on one.  So I'm either wanting to get laid or get up and hang out with whom ever I'm there with. Although at the summer bash (If I can make it) maybe someone (or ones) will give me a reason to stay in bed awhile.  I figured you've just been busy and haven't gotten around to the story yet. No worries, I know you'll get to it when you can. Catch ya later sexy. 
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I am so glad you and your Viking enjoyed Trap! It used to be one of my very favorite places!! I love seeing you happy! If I have stopped by your blog, please be sure to sign my permission slip Pimp Me, Pimp My Blog, But Let Me Do The Same With You 
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Darn how am I supposed to top that. Kidding. Funny thing about hotel beds. The only 2 things I ever want to do in them is get laid or get out of them. But then I've never been in one in Atlanta either.
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I believe in feasting during times of plenty to sustain us during the times of famine! Amen to that, sister!  ***
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You have been a busy girl... I do like the idea of memories... I have several of what I call rocking chair memories...the ones that put a smile on your face and everyone wonders what you're thinking about.
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