Given Santa's delivered quite a few Wii consoles this Christmas.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cNfWnUipHq0

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aP6qm79EldE

Santa's sack

Demon du midi

Well another Christmas has passed, and we're on the eve of a new year.
A year where I hit the big (and dreaded) 4-0 ..
Thirty can still carry her username with pride .. she's a young 36.
So perhaps we'll keep on using this blog, instead of moving over
to the next one reserved for our forties.

The holidays were great, filled with festivities, food and drink. Few occasions for great sex, alas, due to the constraints of us all staying with the in-laws. So, predictably, pent up sexual energy was taken out on the kids' Wii.

During the holidays I had to fix a female guest's PC. She was in her early twenties, bookish, reserved and very much single for the moment.However, judging by the quantity of porn cached on her PC, her libido was not lacking.That discovery combined with my pent up sexual energy fueled a few daydream fantasies..It wasn't so much her, but rather what she represented - a young, shy girl eager to explore her sexuality. So much to learn, so much to explore.The excitement of the first time.The incomparable wetness and heat such an encounter creates.



Needless to say, nothing happened.
We've returned home and great sex has been on the menu every night since.
But none the less, I cannot but wonder if these daydreams are but a glimpse of what the french so aptly call, le démon du midi...

chloe des lysses

Over the years I've occassionaly stumbled across erotic photos that have simply taken my breath away. It turns out that the majority of such photos have been by the same photographer (Nicholas Dahmane) and invariably the photos have included his ex-wife, Chloe des Lysses.


See here for more info.

Oh yes please

Under the Quilt

A cold autumn morning,
snuggling under the quilt.

A protective arm around her.
A lonely cock stiffening.

An hour in waiting,
Teasing her sleeping body.
Waiting for a decent time to commence
(she needs her sleep, or so she says).

Thirty stirs,
My cock plunging
gently into her warm,
and deliciously wet pussy.
Her body obviously aware before her
of the wakeup call to come.

In the dark, I grind patiently.
The tip of my cock tracing shapes within.

Familiar territory, predictable results.
The room fills with her gentle sounds.

My hand cupped over her pussy,
her wetness everwhere.
I touch, I paw, I tap her clit.

This first orgasm,
her early morning call.
She hits the snooze button,
and waits for the next .. and the next..

Doggy

The long march

Picture us fucking slowly.


My cock teasing her with
long pumping, gyrating strokes.

"Faster " she says.
"No" I reply.
"FASTER" she insists.
"No..."


As the battle of wills continue,
she slips progressively into orgasm.
Still, I maintain the slow, gyrating pace.


Her eyes close as the orgasm engulfs her,
burning slowy through her body.

Now - I accelerate.
Her body stiffens, and her face contorts.
At last, she gets satisfaction,
as the full force of her simmering orgasm hits her.

In the afterglow, Thirty whispers
"Even after 15 years we've stil got a few surprises left, eh?"