Iniki

My Disasters on the net: - Instructions needed.

So here I am £££ in hand eagerly awaiting my magical box of tricks: I have heard so much about the bloody thing, what it will do for you and its brilliant mind. Get the one with the Intel Pentium I was told. Get the most megabytes. So now I have and I cant wait to get it home.

Boxes in hand, I load it into my car in anticipation of the things to come, cum being the operative word. Oh! my mind was racing, my stomach churning and my juices flowing in the knowledge that this box of tricks will solve everything: I arrive home so excited I felt like a wank before I had opened the box of tricks: But I must be patient I must get this box of tricks set up first:

So here goes: I rip open the first box and low and behold a shiny new piece of plastic loom's before me, The excitement welling up as I open another box then another. Soon this magic box of tricks will give me all the sex and orgasms I have ever wanted: What they didn't tell me was you have to put the box of tricks together, bugger I hope I don't need a screwdriver! Oh the word screw coming into my head spurs me on. I delve deeper into the box of tricks and find the instruction manual. Terror fills my brain these always spell destruction when I read them, but I persevere. The thought of hot juicy unhurried sex when I have finished is the only thing keeping me going.

Reams of wire and an a.b.c instruction manual in hand I put my magic box of tricks together. But 7 hours later I felt I should leave it till the next day to start my new toy. I awake excited and cannot help but have a slow wank, working my fingers in and out of my hot, juicy, sticky pussy in anticipation of the things to cum. Hot and extremely horny from my wank I go into my home office to start my box of tricks. The excitement and anticipation is killing me.

On goes the power, now push the button.

The shiny new box springs into action, writing flashing across the screen, wow, whoopee, I did it. My pussy is juicing already thinking about the sexy time this little box will give me, I just have to push one maybe two fingers in my pussy just to quell the excitement building up, just a little wank will do it. Now load the disc: what disc! dire straights, elton, no I know A.O.L. fill in this box, give yourself a name, give me your credit card. Oh god hurry up. At the last press of the button it springs into action wow: I'm in, i'm on my way, at last sex sex sex. BRB. now I have to write a profile, not much to give away here but still it has to be done.

All the formalities out of the way I proceed with the instructions and go into the chat room!. What chat? cars & people giving each other grief! Disaster!! where is all the hot horny sex promised by the so called friends? Meet people they said, if it means this type of person I have enough of them at work forget it.

I was about to turn off when a box appeared in the left hand side of the screen ... Instant message... Oh what's this. Sexy guy wants to talk to sexy girl. I readily reply sexy woman here will I do: The guy introduces himself as a sexy 40 year old from the midlands. Solvent, own home, good job, likes most things and would like to meet a like minded woman. Wow I thought here goes. He asked if I would like a picture to which I replied "yes" The picture arrives showing a tanned handsome male in swim trunks. Oh I thought nice: We began chatting about the things we like as far as sex was concerned, I did at this time point out I was a married lady, he said that was not a problem. So we arranged to meet the next night in a hotel.

I went to bed that night playing with my pussy for so long I fell asleep wanking. I came home from work thinking the day would never end. I had been in the ladies wanking most of the day in anticipation of the night to cum. I ran a perfumed oiled bath and soaped my skin, paying particular attention to my large tits, nipples and of course aching pussy. I dried myself carefully and moisturised my skin, sprayed the deodorant and perfumed behind the ears. Oh the excitement was beginning to bubble in my pussy - um it really needed the attention of a good tongue and of course a good fucking. Pulling on my stockings I could imagine him massaging my legs and running his fingers to the inside of my thighs, my juices bubbling already from just the thought. I could picture him spreading my stockinged legs and burying his head in my knickerless pussy. Opening the lips and sucking on the swollen bud: The thought of a nice stiff prick in my mouth and cunt had me creaming:. I had to pull myself together at this point or my hands would have done the tango on my clit:.  I finished dressing and took a look in the mirror: mmmm I was satisfied I looked sexy black short dress, stockings and of course the obligatory stilettos:

I could hardly concentrate on the way to the hotel and the journey seemed to take forever: My nipples were aching in my basque my pussy juicing on my dress. I walked through the doors remembering what the guy looked like: I looked around in the lobby but no sign. So I proceeded to the bar area, my stomach doing somersaults thinking of a stiff prick pushing between my lips. Again no sign: I was beginning to think the guy would not show, a tap on the shoulder had me spinning around. Who the bloody hell is this I thought.

Hi my name is bribe. No, this is not for real the guy in the pic was really sexy, fit, good looking. Is someone playing a trick. But no he said the pic was taken 15 years ago and it was the best likeness of him. My mind was racing how the bloody hell can I go to bed with him? He was nothing like his pic. It is not even the fact that he is 15 years older than the pic, but god this guy is a fat greasy dirty slob, the smell of b.o. was overpowering.

He was 16 stone with a protruding beer gut, bad teeth (I hate bad teeth with a passion) horrendous garlic breath, no hair (I like bald men normally) well a bit scraped over the bald patch. To top it all his lunch on his tie, that was sort of hanging from his shirt, was at least 2 inches too small on the collar.

My mind was in a turmoil what had I got myself into. Bloody plastic box, bloody friends! what friends. I heard the man say do you want me to buy you a drink, or you buying your own? No, this isn't happening not to me! I really only want someone who is honest, nice, sexy, erotic and pleasures me while I pleasure him, is that to much to ask.  I replied that I would prefer to freshen up in the ladies before I had a drink. I walked calmly towards the foyer saying I had seen the ladies there. He told me he would get a table for us and could I make sure I took my knickers off, so he could see my pussy while we chatted. I love sexy talk like that and in other circumstances would have been only to happy to oblige. But this was just something I had never experienced

I wanted to race across the foyer but stopped myself, breathing deeply to calm me. He could see the front door from where he was so I had to think of a plan. I saw a waiter (very dishy I might add and if it had been another day who knows) and asked if there was a rear entrance. The only rear door was at the back. He said I would have to go through the kitchens and he didn't know if he should do that. With the flash of a new fiver in my hand he lead the way.

On exiting the rear door took off the stilettos and ran to my car. I have never opened the door and started the car so quickly, I flew away from the car park without looking back. I am only thankful that the laws in this country state we need an exit and an entry in buildings or I would have been in it up to my neck.

But let me point one thing out.  I don't dislike older, bald or even over weight men. I just cannot find a dirty man sexy. This is just the first of two disastrous encounters I suffered until I met Rob from Oxford who kindly introduced me to dirty-david.com

But both are another story one a disaster and one the horniest build up and introduction, I have ever had and possibly ever will have. But thanks to Rob I found the best site on the web and now thanks to David I hopefully will not be meeting anymore men who think women are like blow up dolls lay passive and don't respond lol! I also think that there are many men women and couples who like me think pleasure is for all if all are willing! Before I met Rob and David this was an advert I was about to place. Don't know where it was to be placed but the thought was there.

Help!!! how do I pick them?.

Do I give the impression I am only a blow up doll?

I have a hole so fill it. Do I not say I love oral sex giving and receiving?

Do I not specify I want fun?

Do I not say I like giving and receiving pleasure?

Do I not say it loud enough? Shall I use capitals?

For gods sake give me a break!!!!!!

No more men just wanting humps please I need real sex, The kind other people are talking about. Or is that a figment of my imagination, is my brain working Overtime?

Do people sit in there offices and just make this up? Or is there someone out there that doesn't think sex is a three letter word and can help me find the words foreplay, fun, sexy, erotic, exciting, enjoyable.

But along came dirty-david.com and I think I have found the type of dictionary I understand.

Have fun be happy!

INIKI XXX

OK Are you the guy for Iniki?

She is in her 30's, married - but on a long leash, 42dd ;)) loves sex, not just talking about it. She is au natural around the nether regions!! (I have the pics to prove it - no I ain't sharing them with you).

She can be contacted on AOL at INIKIOXFORD@aol.com but read above, and if you dont meet her criteria, don't look for a date, you will just be wasting her (and your) time..

David