My videos having sex with different guys currently on AFF:
First of all I want to tell you that in the dating part of my profile here on AdultFriendFinder I just uploaded four more explicit videos with a guy who had not appeared in the previous ones: Sir Ulf, the one who was my Master in 2015-16, you know I don't hide my face in the pictures or videos, but you understand I have to hide the face of the guy I'm having sex with. Now there are exactly 40 videos of quality that I think is reasonably good, I hope you like them. 😊
I’ve been reviewing the pictures in the Blog, and apart from the ones where I'm alone posing, so far there appear between twenty-five and thirty "different" guys I've had sex with throughout my life, from when I was very young until today.... that's about a third of all the guys I've had sex with. Logically, I don't have pictures with many of them, mainly hookups, but I do have at least some pictures with about forty of the almost eighty I've had sex with so far.... and counting! 😉.
And having given you this information, which I hope you have found interesting, here I continue to tell you the beginnings of my long relationship with Francis:
*About Francis, Part 2
Hi again my friends!
Let us continue the Series of Posts about my long-lasting relationship with Francis.
But first another advice to my readers: As you can see in the Posts of the Blog, the captions of the images are often quite long paragraphs. I'm afraid many readers only look at the pictures and skip these captions, but it's a mistake, believe me, as they often include very juicy details 😉 that I don't dare to write in the main body of the Post. If you want to make the most of this Blog, I recommend you read them. I think you'll be surprised and become an "elite follower" by getting to know me much better than just by reading the main text.
That said, here we go! :
Since childhood, my husband has had a small, very close-knit group of friends consisting of five boys and three girls, and he was always something of a leader as he was the most decisive and adventurous, providing cohesion to the group. Over time, three couples formed, leaving my husband and Francis without a 'girlfriend' within the group.
However, when my husband went to military service at the age of 21 in a region of Spain called La Rioja (land of excellent wines), he had relationships with two girls from there. Well, in fact, one became a friend with whom he had sex, a 'fuck-girl,' she was physically spectacular by the way: natural blonde, with impressive honey-colored eyes, beautiful, tall, with a gorgeous body, and very nice... but Dan was not in love with her; nevertheless, after finishing military service, my husband would return to the small village by the mountains where that girl lives on most weekends to be with her... that is, to have sex and some affectionate moments. The girl's name is Alma, which closely resembles her real name, and she still resides in those mountains. Dan keeps a few nude photos of Alma in his “memory box” (he allows me to rummage through it), and I can assure you that she was much more attractive than me.
Well, Dan introduced Francis to the sister of that girl, Blanca, and they ended up becoming friends with benefits as well, so on weekends my husband and Francis would go together to be with 'the two hot sisters' ... each with their own, I mean. By the way, I positively know Alma was in love with Dan… her sister Blanca told me.
The mountain village where Alma and Blanca lived is very close to the place by the river where I walked naked, breastfed, and made love with Lalo when I was 29-30 years old, and of which you have seen many photos in the Posts dedicated to my relationship with him.
Dan introduced me to both of the girls, and we got along very well, besides there were no misunderstandings because when Dan and I started dating seriously, he explained the new situation to Alma and they stopped the sexual part but the friendship remained. Also, Francis stopped the relationship with Blanca, because as it seems was Dan who sustained the two couples: once more he was “the soul” of the group. The truth is that Francis has always had an extraordinary admiration and affection, even dependency, for my husband… and no, don't be suspicious, Francis is not bisexual -nothing wrong at all being one but he is not- I can swear it in front of a court, because I have first-hand evidence accumulated over twenty years 😉
[[ Image 1. For once Dan has allowed me to upload a photo to the Blog without his face being censored, Yay! I know he is very fond of this photo, which is from the first day I posed naked for Francis, who had already seen me naked "by accident" 😉 a couple of times when I got out of the shower... I was the one guilty of those accidents, I confess, and the photo is from the same "series" as Image 1 of the previous Post to this one, 124. I take this opportunity to tell you why Dan doesn't usually want to appear with his face in the pictures of this Blog, or in the AdultFriendFinder dating section: he says that we are looking for a "special friend for me", my lover, not a girl for him, or a couple for wife swapping, in which case it would be logical to show his face. So for Dan this is my business, and he is the secondary part of our profile and of the Blog here in AFF. There is a logic to it, but at least you can see what Dan looked like as a newlywed, when he was 26 and I was 23, sorry you can't see his impressive green-grey eyes. Seeing the two of us in that position that seems like we're about to dance reminds me of how many dressed-up guys I've danced with while I was naked, both in private and in public, not only at the Club working for Lalo when I was 29, but also at parties, pubs, discos, and nightclubs, before and after Lalo, many times with Francis, and the last time at a pub with Dean six years ago. ]]
So, eventually Francis ended up being the only one in the group of friends without a partner, and that's why during the brief period of just two months that passed from when As I told you at the end of the Post 124, Dan and I became fiancées in March, and we got married at the end of May when I was 23 years old. Francis was and is the best friend of Dan, and the three of us hung out very often, but without Francis overwhelming us or interfering in our privacy, and soon he and I also got along very well and became very good friends; furthermore, our common love for Dan, although of very different kinds, united Francis and me. Of course, Francis was the 'best man' at our wedding, and he escorted me down the aisle during the civil ceremony that took place, as neither Dan nor I practice any organized religion, though I wore a nice white wedding gown. The white gown symbolizes purity and virginity, and I had been neither for ten years, but I was looking forward to wearing a white dress on my wedding day, why not? I am a romantic
We are both convinced agnostics, even more: We believe there is Someone or Something transcendent, the Ultimate Reason for 'everything,' let us call it God, but there is no doubt that it is not the 'old white-bearded angry guy who lives in the sky and sees everything, specially what their human creations do with their genitalia' (thank you, George Carlin, may the true God bless you). To us, all religions are false, just social constructs made to coagulate a society by controlling the individual behavior and limiting Freedom by the mean of “fear” … A new pseudo-religion is arising nowadays in the crazy western world trying to replace the old one, but that new religion, disguised of “other things”, is even falser than the old ones; religions are always about manipulation, no exceptions. I will not delve deeper in that; I don’t want to be burned by the new Inquisition of the “Ministry of the Truth” (have you read the novel? It's worthwhile and is becoming increasingly real), but I guess you understand what I mean. You know I cannot resist giving my opinions, sorry.
Francis is a very peculiar guy, and just like the rest of Dan's group of friends they all became high-level professionals: doctors, scientists, engineers, and lawyers; however Francis is an artist, an excellent draftsman and painter, and he lived off his work, although very poorly, to put it mildly, because he earned very little money with his artworks, which usually were reproductions of paintings by the great masters like Velázquez and Rembrandt, and above all drawings by Leonardo da Vinci, whom Francis feels a true passion for. But Francis lacked a style and a personal artistic 'project'; he was a genius in search of expressing his brilliance.
As newlyweds, Dan and I lived in a rented apartment of about 90 square meters in an industrial area in a town in northern Spain. It was a new and bright apartment, located in a humble neighborhood where mostly working-class families lived and worked in the surrounding factories.
, ,[[ Image 2. Looking naked at the rainy street from the window of one of the rooms in the rented apartment. This photo already appears in a previous post in which I talk about my exhibitionist tendencies. And as I have told you in several previous Posts, the north of Spain is not a sunny and warm place as the tourist propaganda may make you think; it is a humid, cold, and gray area most of the year, as it is part of the "Country of the Dark Light" of which I have spoken in those Posts (see the second photo taken from the window where I am in the first photo); anyway I like to return there from time to time; my family origins go back there countless generations, there are my roots, I was born there, I did my university studies, I developed my professional career, I loved, I met my husband, and I raised my children there. And it is quite possible that I will eventually return there to spend my last days and leave in my last trip to where the rainbow is born... in half a century or more, "I hope! … and having sex up to the last day The third photo is a few miles inland, the region of Castile, where the weather is much colder in winter, and is from seven years later, in February, when I was 30 years old, in the middle of the bad phase of my relationship with Lalo, and was taken by Gorka a Saturday of the three we traveled together to spend the day making love in his cozy stone house in the center of an old small village in that mountainous area; we were two souls in pain in need of comforting one to the other. When Gorka was romantic he liked to slowly penetrate me missionary style on a mat near the fireplace and stay still, just plugged, both of us kissing, saying tender words of love and looking into each other's eyes for a long time, sometimes an hour, then I started to milk him with my then strong vaginal muscles (I was very good at doing that, and Gorka loved it), the words changed from romantic to lustful, and we would both come deliciously together, he filling me to the brim. I've talked about my relationship with Gorka, overlapping with Lalo's, in numerous previous posts. It was Roberto, on the boat back to Spain from Venezuela, who taught me how to milk men by rhythmically squeezing their cocks with my vagina, plus some "Kegel" type exercises to keep the muscles in the area strong; I have neglected those exercises in recent years, but I have started doing them again in the hope of making love to Dean el Escocés soon, since he also loves me to do that to him. Three members of the Club where I worked for Lalo also became "regulars" of me because of this. The secret to produce a huge orgasm to the guy is he should keep his cock stuck deep and don’t move at all while I am milking him, even during his orgasm. According to Roberto, doing that guarantees the guy dumps his full load deep in the girl's pussy, maximizing the probability of pregnancy. If the guy wears a condom this technique is practically useless because my muscles couldn’t properly “grip” his cock. If the guy has a cock too long, exaggeratedly hard, or too thick, this technique is less effective; but it works outstandingly well on “average” cocks. Sadly, my husband's cock is too thick to fully enjoy of this skill of mine. Roberto said it was an ancient fertility technique used by Incan natives to increase the number of serfs of the “Sapa Inca” (the king of the Incas) and the birth rate of new future warriors. It seems to me that they are soon going to prohibit the use of that technique (and many others) in the Western world, stubbornly committed to reducing its own population in the name of the sustainability of the so-called “Planet”, while the rest of the world grows at a fast pace, and why not anymore they use its true and beautiful name: Earth, Tierra, Terre, Terra, Gea, Lurra?) Can a society be any more foolish and self-destructive? Which is the next step? Prohibit bareback fucking? And then forbid sex except virtual sex? … it will come, just wait a few years; I will be sad looking to it from the other side of the rainbow, but happy of not being here. Although before that, the rest of the world, which does not obey those crazy dictates (they obey a set of different crazy dictates), will have flooded, and wiped out our decadent and sick civilization. The power of reality transcends ideologies, fads, and slogans, dismantling them when they diverge from common sense. History has recently witnessed this with communism, and it will inevitably repeat itself with this new 'selective communism' being enforced upon us as a pseudo-religion under the guise of democracy, purportedly in the name of the Planet's well-being. I will stop here… by now 😊 ]]
With the salary Dan earned as a Senior Lecturer at the same faculty where I obtained the equivalent of a BSc and MSc in a branch of science, plus my salary as a senior technician at the electric company where I worked, we could have rented a much better apartment in a more "chic" neighborhood. However, we both wanted to save up to buy our own apartment as soon as possible, as for us, money spent on rent is money thrown away (this is debatable, but it's our way of seeing things: investing money in "bricks and mortar" is better than having “volatile numbers” in a bank).
Furthermore, we are not at all class-conscious, and we felt very comfortable and integrated with those working-class neighbors, good people who appreciated us a lot. You had to know how many of them came to ask us for advice on decisions regarding their children's education. Dan and I were admired, respected, and loved in the neighborhood. I was very happy during the almost five years Dan and I lived there.
At that time, Francis hadn't yet acquired the means to have his own artist's studio, so he used his own room in his parents' apartment where he still lived. However, the apartment we had rented had a large separate kitchen, two bathrooms, a bright and spacious living-dining room, and three bedrooms, as well as a large terrace and a small but clean and nice inner courtyard. Dan and I didn't need so much space, so we gave Francis the living-dining room to use as his artist's studio until he could get his own. Francis didn't live with us, but he worked in our home seven days/week from early morning until late at night, as he has always worked very hard and is passionate about art.
And writing this, I just realized that all the men who have left a mark on my life have been hard workers: mainly José Manuel, Dan, Francis, Lalo, and Dean, but also Néstor (my “eternal” fuckbuddy), and Paco (the Costa Blanca businessman whom I had an agreement for sporadic sex meetings for over thirty-five years). It's curious how as I write, I discover parts of my life that I didn't even know were there myself.
, ,[[ Image 3. Posing for Francis in his 'improvised studio' in my apartment (some of these photos have appeared in previous Posts). My husband and I gave him the best and brightest room in the house to work there until he could afford to have his own studio; as for the model, he had one for free for twenty years: me, his best friend and lover. As you can see in the last photo, being a painter's model is not always as fun as one might think, as it sometimes becomes very tiring and to not interrupt the artist's 'inspiration,' I had often to stay posing until the early hours of the morning... and the next day I had to get up early to go to my job, but I didn't complain because I gladly sacrificed to help Francis. Some nights I fell asleep on the mat, and when Francis finished painting, he would lie down beside me and hug me, covering us with a blanket, and that's how we woke up the next morning, even though my bed where Dan was sleeping was just a few meters away, but Francis didn't want to wake me up... and in the meantime, he slept feeling the skin of his friend and lover, even though we didn't have sex... although many times we did on those occasions. I slept with Francis countless times, and the three of us in the same bed. We could say that in all sexual and affective aspects, I was the shared wife of two men: my husband and his best friend who was my lover, in other words, a textbook ménage à trois. There were long periods when I had more sex with Francis than with my husband, but the three of us found it normal because I did it naturally with either of them. But I will tell you more about this in the following posts about my relationship with Francis, and I think there will be numerous posts because in twenty years many very erotic things happened. ]]
Returning to the story, Dan and I carried on with our normal lives regardless of whether Francis was working in his improvised studio or not, although we often had dinner together before he went home, and on weekends, we would eat lunch and dinner together in the kitchen.
Of course, spending so much time in our apartment, Francis saw me in every possible way, even accidentally catching sight of me naked when I came out of the shower without anyone paying it any mind… apparently. And, of course, he heard my moans and cries of pleasure when I made love with Dan on Saturdays and Sundays. Since it was late spring and if it was warm indoors, we would leave our bedroom door slightly ajar while Dan and I had sex. We would then just make some spicy jokes with Francis as about how noisy I am and how much I enjoy sex, and that was it.
Sometimes, when I had a day-off from work, but Dan was working at the university, I would spend the whole day at home with Francis, and much of the time we would chat together in the "studio" while he was drawing or painting. Occasionally, he would gift me with a sketch of my portrait, but he never asked me to pose nude, although I would have done it without a second thought.
And for those of you who are a little bad boys ... it was a thousand times easier for me to betray Dan than for Francis to do so. I mean, it was 'absolutely unthinkable' that Francis would make even the slightest attempt to make advances towards me, whether Dan was absent or present. I was the wife of his best friend of a lifetime; they were like brothers, and Francis had an unwavering loyalty to Dan. However, I found Francis very attractive, with an impressive slim and muscular body, and he is really handsome... and yes, I fantasized occasionally about what it would be like to have sex with him, but nothing more.
By the time I was 23 I had posed nude many times for various guys, mostly for pro and semi-pro photographers, I had appeared in a few erotic and porn card decks, and I had even participated in two really crappy porn shorts Regarding posing nude for paintings and drawings, I did it for a friend of José Manuel's a year before, and he was a very well-known artist in Spain, with paintings exhibited in the best museums in Spain and Portugal, and yes, we had what can be called "light sex" (see Posts about “my glorious year”, I talk of him in past tense because sadly he passed away a few years ago). But I had full sex, meaning fucking, with all the photographers I had posed for, and of course with the director of the porn movies (all the girls in the cast -well, we were just four- willingly went through "la colchoneta", "the mat", he was a very well-endowed and skilled lover 😉 ). However, Francis didn't know about all that yet... and my husband didn't know “everything” about all that...
,[[ Image 4. As I have mentioned in several posts, I appeared in a few decks of erotic and porn playing cards, which were very popular at that time in Spain. Both when I was Chema's model at 22, and being José Manuel's lover, and later with Francis for a few years, I had temporary modeling contracts with a small local publishing house specializing in erotic publications, but all completely legal, with contracts, invoices, and taxes: decks of cards, bookmarks, calendars, and that publishing house was the one that managed the two porn -and tacky- shorts in which I participated. One year later, I put Francis in contact with that publishing house to help him start his career, I didn't charge anything because I wanted him to become known in the industry and keep all the money because he needed it and I didn’t. In the playing card numbered "1." I was 22 years old, and it's a photo that Chema took specifically for the publishing house; in the last photo below, which Chema took in the same session, but it wasn't for the deck, you can see on my butt the "branding iron mark" of José Manuel's bull and horse breeding... and that's why he also branded his favorite mare: me; it was the only time I had a tattoo (it was actually a superficial burn), and I had it removed by a dermatologist months later when I met who would be my husband, Dan; he never saw it. When I was Sir Ulf's submissive in 2015-16, I agreed to let him give me a permanent tattoo of his choice, but he abandoned me before doing it. The card "3." is from a deck of porn cards from the same publishing house, and it has appeared in a previous Post. The card "4." Is from a different publishing house, in Pamplona, about four years later, the photographer was Diego (I talked a lot about him in preceding Posts). The card "2." is from a photo that Francis took of me, but it does not belong to the same deck as "1." as it corresponds to another published four years later, but from the same series called collectively: "Spanish Ladies," and each year they released one or two different decks with "ladies" from different regions of Spain, the one from "1." was "Basque Ladies" and the second one was "Riojan Ladies” … well, in fact you didn’t need to be from the region named in the deck, just to seem attractive to the editor of the series… who was the director of the two porn films… and I fucked with him a couple times, or maybe three? … and not on the film set, but on a mat in the backstage 😉 ]]
As I said before, Dan knew that I was not a virgin when we met, and I had told him a small part of my sexual experiences in passing, but when shortly after I told him that before I met him I had fucked over twenty guys, and jerked or sucked over thirty cocks, instead of getting angry or disappointed, he burst out laughing loud and told me that he had underestimated myself by a factor of three : -D , and that he was flattered that after having been with so many men I had chosen him, as it showed that there was something that made him better than "the crowd" of guys I had fucked with.
Fridays after dinner at home, the three of us, Dan, Francis, and I, would sit in the studio or in the room that Dan and I had set up as a small but cozy living room, and we would start talking about a thousand things while having some drinks: usually whiskey or brandy for them, and my inseparable Baileys for me, and sometimes a bottle of champagne to freshen up us during the long but very pleasant gatherings.
Dan and Francis used to sit in an armchair each and I comfortably lay on the sofa in front of them, but from time to time I would get up and sit on the lap of one or the other indistinctly while we chatted, sometimes Francis would stroke my arm, but as friends, without pretensions, and remember that at the moment I was dressed in comfortable clothes to walk around the house... although a bit sexy, to be honest. Since then, Friday evenings have been always very special for Dan and me.
Anyway, we usually ended up all quite tipsy, as these gatherings would go on until 3 or 4 in the morning… or later, up to the wee hours in the morning. Then Francis would walk back to his parents' house, which was only about 2km away, or sometimes he stayed overnight on a fold-up bed we had in the other room.
[[ Image 5. Asleep naked during one of those long gatherings with Francis and Dan almost always on Friday or Saturday nights, sometimes lasting up to ten hours of lively conversation, mischiefs, and sex. Don't worry about me, I was deliciously exhausted from having sex "several times" with my two "studs", they left my pussy full of cum and my energy drained .... I, for my part had drained them to last drop of cum; it was a wonderful feeling to sleep having the mixed semen of the two of them inside: I was so happy and so proud! And if it was a fertile day, I had had their semen mixed in my mouth, swallowing with lust to the last drop of both 😉 , then they kept chatting and I enjoyed vaguely overhearing their conversation. This photo was taken in December of our first year, when I still was 23 years old, and Francis was already our special friend for threesomes and my lover; the ménage à trois relationship had begun, but none of the three of us were yet aware of it, and we thought they were just threesomes among friends, with me also satisfying Francis' needs for couple sex, meaning the two of us alone; but in reality, a much deeper and committed relationship was brewing… really deep, you will be surprised. ]]
Both Francis and Dan are like 'walking encyclopedias,' they are like Renaissance men, with a culture and analytical ability that I have rarely seen; I would say only José Manuel can compare to them. I have always admired cultured and intelligent men, and above all, rebels, non-conventional, with their own ideas. I have never liked those who 'go with the flow,' but only men with strong personalities, and self-assured. And in my life, I have had relationships with quite a few men of that style, like José Manuel, Dan, Francis, Lalo, Werner, and Dean. Werner is a German guy with whom we had a threesome relationship for about a year and a half in 2001-2002, that is, a couple of years before meeting Dean in 2004. I learned a lot from all of them, and if I had been more sober while they talked, I would have learned even more
During one of those Friday nights, while discussing Francis's future as an artist, Dan mentioned that Francis should stop focusing on reproducing paintings by great artists and start establishing his own style and vision of art, which I completely agreed with. Francis told us that he has always been interested in studying the human figure, wea already knew that, especially the female form, but considering that line of work was unthinkable for him because it required hiring models to pose, and that was beyond his reach... well, I think what followed is quite evident, isn't it?
As I told you before, Francis had already made some portrait sketches of me on the fly while we were chatting, but I was neither posing nor nude, just chatting with what had already become one of my three best friends: the first was and is Dan, the second at that time was José Manuel, and the third Francis who immediately moved to the second position and held that position for twenty years. He had also taken some pictures of me with Rafa's compact camera, and some polaroids, maybe a little sexy, or rather insinuating, “Is that thing seen in the photo a nipple?” , but as an innocent joke between three tipsy friends. After all, Francis had seen me “by accident 😉” getting naked out of the shower a couple of times... or maybe more than two 😊… I don’t remember, I am such an exhibitionist! Also, don't poke around with whether it was always by accident or not.
I told you that Dan knew that I might want to have sex with other men after we got married, and he didn't object, on the contrary: he encouraged me to do it whenever I wanted to, but on the condition that I would tell him in detail about everything I had done with the other guy afterwards; that deal is still going on. This is not done by Dan to "checkup" on me somehow, but because both he and I get horny when I tell him about my extramarital affairs, and we have awesome sex sessions afterwards, even today.
My last sexual adventure apart from Dan was with José Manuel's best friend, Esteban, at the end of the previous September (what I am telling you about Francis was around the end of June of the following year). I had already had sex with Esteban a couple of times before, as José Manuel sent me to comfort his friend who had just gotten divorced... and boy, did I comfort him! In fact, Esteban had a crush on me, and when my relationship as José Manuel's kept mistress ended, Esteban proposed me to be the same for him but in better "conditions" ... you know what I mean.
However, I had decided to give up that part of my life and focus on my job at the electric company, and very politely I didn't accept his offer; but after I told him so, I spent a full night with him as goodbye, I thought it was only fair for being so nice to me.
So, I hadn't had sex with anyone but Dan for about nine months now... I was breaking my own record, and that wasn't good for me, my metabolism was starting to need a shot of cum from other guys , and Dan knew it (he always knows everything about me, I'm like an open book to him).
Thus, let's apply the coldest, most aseptic and unbiased logic, which is what Dan usually does: his wife needed to have sex with another man, his wife had experience as an art model and likes to pose, his best friend needed a model to redirect his career as an artist, his best friend needed to have sex with a woman; plus his wife and his best friend were very good friends. Put those five facts together and please tell me what the right decision is to make...assuming you are not a jealous man. In effect: that I would be Francis' art model and provide him with the sex and warmth he lacked, which also meant that I had my need for sex with another man covered. And obviously, my husband would rather I had sex with his most faithful and best friend than with any stranger I met in a pub.
In a previous post, I mentioned that Dan deserves one or two specific posts dedicated to him, but in the meantime, I like to give you some insights into his personality so that you can get to know him and understand us as the atypical but very successful and happy couple that we are. So before continuing with the matter of Francis, I can't resist telling you an anecdote about Dan that happened more than twenty years ago:
Dan has been the leader of a large research group for almost his entire professional career until he retired in 2018 – and he did it for me, when he was at the peak of his career, so that I wouldn't be alone, as I had stopped working in 2015 because it was no longer economically necessary for me to continue, and I am not a workaholic. Well, his team, apart from admiring him for his skills as a researcher and fair leader, also admire him for his common sense and intuition, and many times they have asked him, and still ask him, for advice on personal, family, and even relationship matters. Sometimes Dan used to say that his office seemed more like a counseling center, or a psychologist's office, than that of a science research professor.
One of his closest collaborators, who is also a good friend of Dan's and about ten years younger, asked for advice from Dan when he had his first child. Among other things, he said something like: 'My wife and I want to raise our son to be a normal kid like everyone else, how have you and Aura done it with your children?' To which Dan replied: 'We have never wanted our children to be like everyone else'... his collaborator was surprised and said, 'I don't understand,' and Dan told him: 'We have always wanted them to be better.' Well, all these years later, my husband's friend still remembers and appreciates that simple but good advice.
Well, going back to Francis, that same night I proposed to be his model and told him that I had posed for nude photography for several professional and amateur photographers, and also for the aforementioned artist, of whom Francis had heard of course, and knew his work, although he didn't like the style. That night we didn't talk anything about having sex he and I, nor did I tell him that I had fucked all the artists I had posed for, nor that I had participated in professional porn.
Francis was surprised and suspicious to hear me saying that I had been a model and posed naked… poor little thing! So I left the room to retrieve some photos from my collection of intimate diaries as proof. Among them were a few images of me posing nude, including one alongside the aforementioned well-known artist. Seeing these photos, Francis finally realized that I had been telling the truth.
But... surprise, surprise... Francis very kindly told me 'no,' that he didn't want me to be his model. I still perfectly remember Dan's look of 'astonishment,' as he almost choked on the whisky he was drinking; I was also very surprised, and my low self-esteem began to suffer... Was it because he didn't want me as a model because of the asymmetry problem in my legs? Did he find me ugly?...
It was obvious that Francis had to give an explanation for his refusal, and he did: he said that if I became his model and posed nude, he would 'lose the respect that I deserve as a friend and the wife of his best friend.' Dan burst into a somewhat forced and theatrical laugh, and I also remember the string of curses mixed with reasonings that Dan threw at him, showing him the absurdity of what he had said. They are best friends who sometimes raise their voices and disagree, especially after the second whisky, but between them, 'they have never truly been angry with each other’. They are like Yin and Yang, opposites, and complements: Dan the pragmatic and realistic scientist, and Francis the idealistic and dreamy artist; Dan is physically stronger, but they both have an equally strong personality and both are brilliant and very intelligent.
Well, I won't go into further details, but ultimately Dan and I convinced Francis, and we agreed that next Friday afternoon I would pose nude for him for the first time, with Dan present, as that was a non-negotiable condition established by Francis, and since it was reasonable and of little importance, Dan and I accepted it.
To be continued very soon.
Sweet kisses
Aura
37 comments
She would be my Queen of hearts. So lovely and beautiful. She is very sexy.
Aura
Stunning pics ….love the branding on your derrière x
Was kinky don't you think? Branded as if I was a mare belonging to the man I was his kept mistress, so in a sense I was his
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze mmmm yes I think it was a fabulous idea ….you were obviously up for it ….at the time x
Bien por Dan! Si un día quieres publicar una foto en que se vea mi cara también cuando era joven, puedes hacerlo sin preguntarme, será divertido!
Un beso; nos vemos dentro de una semana!
N
Sí, el jueves próximo a las 5 de la tarde! como las corridas de toros... tu me vas a meter tu cuerno y nos vamos a correr juntos, así que es una hora muy apropiada
Muchos besos
Aura
@Mibelayze
Y voy a meterte el cuerno varias veces. Pienso llenarte el coño hasta las cartolas! Ya se que no estoy siendo muy fino, pero es que pones ccomo un burro
Besos ahi abajo
N
@RotsenOgimautb
SIII!!!
Un beso
Aura
Very nice story, very nice photos too
Hugs and Kisses
Thank you Rob, you always so nice with me! ☺️
Kiss 💋😘
@Mibelayze 😘😘
You seem to be attracted to "peculiar" quite often. 😲😂
Great pics and an interesting slice of your history.💕
My whole life is “peculiar” 😃
Glad to know you enjoyed the Post
Kiss 😘💋
Our thoughts run exactly parallel on both the new and the old religions! Loved this post Aura! G xxxx
Thank you G. Francis has been one of the three most important men in my life, and I like sharing that long stage of my life 😚
Kiss 💋😘
So sexy
Aura
Well well well 😄😄☺️😄 i don't know what I'll begin from it's really exciting story 😉😺😉 full with important events and secrets.. it's showing us how Dan was from the beginning in sex And After coming things happen in your life.. Francis too...how the wedding as agnostics... And the rest of story to get big apartment.. And Francis coming to live with u And you're helping him..showing me how to be loyal to friend helping him to achieve his dreams 🥰 and the same time to show love and fun to make the balance of his life...the pics today helping me to show how Dan and Francis was in the different conditions..events .. helping me in the next part ..to know them well... And it's perfect pic in Gorka time.... About Francis refusal to Dan's idea and the conflict between idealistic and realistic...And Dan is astonishing I imagine this scene when you're talking together..i see Dan 🤣🤣 And the idealist Francis..u ofc.. Dan's 😂 i imagine myself in this situation ..but u know it's really casual idea to get it from Dan... And Despite u are naked in front of Francis u have never getting sex eachother I'm talking in this time.. before as model.... it's wonderful part full of Adventures... waiting to the next part.. 💋💋💋💋💋💋 Amazing 😍🤩🤩 pics
Hi Alfedo,
Yes, friends help to each other. For instanece, last week I helped Francis to improve a website he has for exposing his art, and I did that because we are still friends and I hope we will be forever.
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze so great 😃😃😃😊... improve his art in the website to show his work in arts and photos 💋💋💋💋
Mature women are the best.
Well, in the Post I was not matire but 23 years old 😃 though now I am mature 😘💋
@Mibelayze You my dear are way passed the exception to the rule. Your beauty is always youthful, but your sexual maturity is always inviting.
@JuicyAltoonaCock
I don't believe I have opened up your profile photos, or even looked at your profile yet... as far as I can remember, but I have seen enough of your photographs here both young and old. Like I said before, you seemed to have led a sexually adventurous life. I am sure Spain in the past, and certainly now, is much more sexually liberated than the US ever was.
Have you seen my videos on my profile in the dating part of AFF?
Yes, I have had a very hectic life from an erotic point of view and I continue in it, with the same or more interest than ever.
In Spain during the 70s, 80s and 90s there was great sexual freedom, but since then little by little customs have been changing and people have begun to live more and more "inside" their phones.
A clear and progressive loss of Freedom is observed in the EU, and not only sexual, but in everything. In my Posts I not only talk about my sexual experiences, but about everything in general and I usually give many of my opinions, most of which are very unpolitically correct for current "fashion".
Have a nice Sunday
Kiss
Aura
@Mibelayze Yeah, I believe things were much more liberated here in the US in my youth, but I was much more shy back then, although I did have my share of flings.
As for living in cell phones, I am appalled by the addiction to them, especially among the youth of today. Sad to see people so removed from actual reality.
Very SEXY!!! 😍🔥🤩😜😁😊🥰🤪😉😘😋😈🍆💦💦🤤🤤🤤🤤
Aura
Enjoy you shoot Friday....and what follows Aura. 💋
☺️ thank you.
Kisses 😘💋😍