Erotic Encounter on Sloane’s Sexy Sojourns

Sloane’s Sexy Sojourns

 

 

I wax nostalgic about a lovely British bloke I met on a fateful and erotic encounter in the window of an Amsterdam dirty bookshop. This sexy Brit gave me a fabulously sensual experience that made a memorable stamp in my ”passion passport”!

My first international sexy sojourn found me in Amsterdam. A cute retro cab drove me from the airport to the red-light district. I knew my hotel was nearby and I was seeking some stimulation after all that travel, so I decided to walk around a bit. I’ve always found erotic literature to be a natural fuel for me; so I  stop by any eclectic bookshops to meet the most stimulating people.

Visceral Breath of Past Sex

My walk took me to a shop with a warm red window seat that was lined with old books. Bounding through the short door, I was instantly tickled by the smell of warm cinnamon and cloves. I couldn’t resist arching my back, closing my eyes, throwing my long hair behind me, and taking a deep visceral breath. Mmm, I let out a familiar moan. The smell reminded me of the lube I used with my first international lover in Sri Lanka. I’ve been a sexy mistress to a few memorable men.

I was so caught up in reliving orgasms past, that I nearly jumped out of my skin when a Brit named Dorian grabbed my arm welcomingly. It brought me right back to a past erotic encounter. He said, it is an orgasmic smell, isn’t it? I stumbled and fixed myself and then honed in on this man’s utterly fabulous lips, loose thick ebony hair, well-trimmed beard, and toned legs poking through his shorts.

I smiled and agreed with him about the smell. He introduced himself and invited me to enjoy some tea with him in a window seat with a little bistro table. There was only one rule though. He said that if I agreed to drink his tea, then I must describe exactly what I was thinking when I smiled at that smell.

I gave him a devilish giggle, blushed, raised one eyebrow, and said well okay! We forced our bodies into this window seat, clearly meant for just one. You could see the entire red-light district from the slightly raised window. It was lined with old books like a frame. Dorian and I, were sitting on display in the window.

Our Erotic Encounter was on Display!

Apparently, the destination for Sloane’s sexy sojourn was fated to be this window seat all along! Dorian, like a dog with a bone, said OKAY pay up and handed me my cup of tea. He said it must be a good story to throw your head back with abandon like that! To be honest you look so sensual just now that you got me feeling a little hot. He quickly said I’m single, I don’t know if you are, but I hope you are not. I nodded my head and said I am single too.

And yes, what you witnessed was me reliving some of the best orgasms. They were linked to the smell of this cinnamon-scented lube. To this day I do not know if it was the smell that got me ready to climax or the actions of my partner. It was perfectly Pavlovian, that lube came out and I had the best orgasms of my life! It’s been a while since I felt that good.
Dorian then told me he has his doctorate in data science. He asked if I ever tested this cinnamon orgasm theory. Specifically, did I ever wonder if it was just the smell of cinnamon that enhanced my orgasms or was it the actions of my lover, or both?

Erotic Sex Theory Challenge

I pursed my lips and said, well doctor how would we test such a theory? This erotic encounter was the key. It was at that moment,  he leaned in and kissed me. He finished the kiss by sucking on my bottom lip. His hands explore my body as we kiss, the Romans had nothing on this Brit, he could cover territory and own it. I knew if he’d suck my lip like that in a kiss, then he could easily suck my soul out of my pussy.

I traced his huge cock under the table with my hand and I felt a present better than any Christmas I ever had! As he kissed my neck, I looked over his shoulder and spotted a few people looking out the window at us. They could see under the table, our hands, my freshly shaved legs under my 90s skater skirt. I whisper in his ear that someone was watching. Dorian smiled and said then let’s give them a real red-light district show! He reached under the table, pulled my panties aside and thrust two fingers in my pussy. His lips massaged mine, it helped muffle my primal moans. I felt his cock get bigger and warmer in his pants.

Come back next week for part 2!

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