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Erotic Story Submitted By Collin

I had a very intense love affair with a Danish woman a few years ago. Being a romantic with the love of travel sex and adventure, I ventured to Europe sort of spur of the moment, by myself. I was well prepared with an outline of where to go, what countries to see, etc. But most of it was made up as I went along. I really wasn't on a budget, but I stayed at youth hostels simply because I heard stories about meeting the most interesting people at these inexpensive inns.

It was in London, where I met Christine from Copenhagen. She was on the same page as I, looking for a deviation from ordinary life. She was also traveling solo. Well, she did have a friend in London, whom I never met. After a long day of seeing all the sights of London via one of the open-air, double-decker buses that are common in England's cities. I met some fellow Canadians when I checked in the day earlier, and upon hitting it off with them, we agreed to see the sights together. I was quite mellow after this long day, with sore feet. Although it was still quite early in the evening, I decided to stay in and relax, watch some TV perhaps and then take a hot bath before bed.

After a traditional English dinner (fish and chips, of course) at the hostel's restaurant, the chatter of the other guests from the commons area of this Victorian house turned into a hostel invited me to join the social environment. I first went down to the corner store and purchased an eight pack of cider. Upon return to the commons room, I offered the four guests seated around the coffee table a cider. It was accepted by all but one, an older gent who was suffering from an apparent hangover.

I introduced myself to each of them, and it was one woman in particular who caught my interest. I told her that I absolutely loved her accent. Christine said to me that she had been in Canada a year earlier. Ironically, she was in the same city (Edmonton) about the same time I was there, visiting my brother. It seemed like instant chemistry. She was ravishingly beautiful with her blonde hair and green eyes. And I told her so too.

The minutes turned to hours as the laughter of all around the table increased. Being somewhat of a clown by nature, I regaled the party with my stories. God, I felt like a rock star. It was quite a party. Around 11:00, the guests decided to go for a pub crawl. I turned down the invitation as I felt the jet lag had an adverse effect on me. Christine declined also. I sensed that she wanted to engage in conversation with me alone. We had the whole of this large room to ourselves. It dawned on me that for the past 45 minutes, 'Ren and Stimpy' had been playing on the projection TV. She laughed when I pointed this out.

Then she moved closer to me on the ottoman and asked me softly if I would mind if she kissed me. I said nothing and moved closer, and slowly our lips met. This blew me away. She sensed my erection despite my efforts to control it. I felt flushed. She told me I need to relax as she slid her hands from my chest to my neck and kissed me passionately. Guests passed through in numbers of one to four. We didn't care as we embraced. Clumsily I reached for my wallet, and she asked what I was doing. I pulled out a condom, showed it to her, and asked if she would like to go to my room.

Saying nothing more, we rushed up the stairs to my second-floor room. Fortunately, I paid the extra for a private room rather than sharing a room with four bunks. I fumbled for the key as we arrived at my door. Coins feel from my pocket onto the floor. I didn't care. Finally, the door was open, and I turned into the aggressor, thrusting her onto the flimsy cheap double bed. We struggled almost violently in the chore of removing our clothes. The bra was tedious in removal, as I twisted it around to expose her breasts. I stretched my mouth as I had as much of her left breast as I possibly could take into my mouth. I moved to her navel, entering my tongue as she moaned approvingly.

My tongue entered her vagina as we struggled to find comfort on the cheap mattress. The paper-thin walls offered little privacy, and we both knew we had an audience in the hall. The voyeurism turned us on, igniting the passion. I then jumped up on her and positioned my cock between her breasts. She struggled to take in the occasional lick of my throbbing erection. I went down on her again, and after several minutes she climaxed.

I then turned over in suggestion for her to ride me, still fumbling to apply the condom. She became the aggressor and pinned me down by spreading her hands over my chest. I felt her long nails dig into my skin as she removed the half applied condom and swallowed my cock. I moaned my approval as she violently sucked on my organ. "I'm going to...I'm going to cum!! I'm going to cum"! I bellowed.

It was as though her tongue was wrapped around my cock as I shot off. She swallowed every drop of my load and moved to kiss my right nipple before she cuddled me and rested her head on my shoulder. She whispered something to me, but I could not understand. I'm really not sure if it was in English or Danish. Outside in the hallway, I saw two shadows creeping under the door sill. I think we put on quite a show for some of the guests.

I fell asleep about two minutes later. My last thought was how wonderful it felt to have her silky hair on my shoulder. I awoke several minutes later and was surprised to find her still awake. She was looking into my eyes with the little bit of light the room had left. She smiled and whispered to me, calling me "ACE." I laughed at this and then she said: "Are you ready"? "I was born ready, sweetheart," I replied. She kissed my sensitive nipples and gently nibbled on my ribs before she went down. I don't think I ever became erect as instantly as I became right then. Then she smiled and simply said "69".

We assumed the position and enjoyed ourselves orally for what seemed to be a long time. We switched sexual positions several times. Finally, I felt as though I was going to cum, and I told her to get off the bed and onto her knees. I slid my cock between her breasts and from time to time into her mouth. I finished by ejaculating on her breasts. She licked it off as I embraced her head with both arms.

We shared the remainder of the night together on this cheap bed. We both slept very well. Upon awakening in the morning, we started again. It took us both a very long time to climax. We just barely managed to make the 10:30 breakfast deadline, and as we entered the galley, we were greeted by smiles all around. Apparently, our exploits were the talk around the morning breakfast. We sat at the table occupied by a Swedish couple who even brought it up in conversation to us. They said we were quite audible. That's Europeans for you.

Christine had to go to the airport that afternoon to return to Copenhagen. I escorted her to the subway station, and we shared a passionate embrace and kiss in the substation. We exchanged addresses and phone numbers. I wondered if we would ever see each other again. I still had three weeks of vacation left, and I even hinted to her that maybe I could go to Copenhagen. Surprisingly, she suggested that I don't. I wondered why. Was she married?

Thoughts raced in my mind. It wasn't until about three months later that I received a letter from her. She wrote that she is taking a six-month sabbatical from her nursing training and that she would like to visit Canada. She joked, "Do you know of any good hotels in your town"? I didn't wait to write back. I immediately phoned her, and we talked for over two hours.

Several letters and weekly phone calls were exchanged. That autumn, she came to visit me. From day one, it was sex sex sex sex. Her passport only allowed her to stay for three months, unfortunately (unless something happened, such as marriage, which was discussed). I had an inkling about her sexual orientation, but I could not bring myself to ask. Then one day, she told me that she was bisexual. She also confessed that she was into domination and submission. I honestly thought I died and went to heaven.

I was in love with a Norse goddess, and she wanted to share me with another woman. The next day, I told her I have a surprise for her. I reached for the yellow pages and turning to the escorts ads; I asked her if she would like to call an agency and arrange for a girl for two hours (her choice of girl). Two hours later, the most gorgeous blonde showed up, and we were prepared with champagne and candles in my bedroom. It was exquisite sex. Girl on girl, girls on me. One time I had both on their knees, and they competed for who would make me cum.

The two hours passed so quickly. Too quickly. The phone rang 15 minutes before the time was up, as agencies usually do. The escort, Morgan, was having just as good a time as we were. She told the driver to wait in the driveway for her to 'freshen up.' Then another session started, and the phone rang ten minutes later. "Yep, I'll be there in a few minutes," Morgan said. I was going down on her as she spoke on the phone. A few minutes later, the phone rings again, and this time I could hear the driver's voice. He was angry. Christine whispered in Morgan's ear," Tell him you lost an earring, and we're looking for it." The driver was made to wait 15 minutes of overtime while we continued our tryst. I have had threesomes before, but this one was special.

I promised Christine that we would spend a weekend somewhere romantic when she arrived. I found a cottage for rent in the Whiteshell (The Whiteshell is a Provincial Park in the Precambrian Shield area of Manitoba, Canada). It was very expensive, but the short notice and the amenities made it worth the price. It had it all; jacuzzi, fireplace, polar bear rug, BBQ, substantial cathedral windows with a breathtaking view of the Canadian wilderness. Between the cold weather (it was -25 centigrade outside) and the sex, we spent most of the time inside.

On our second evening there, I BBQ'd steaks (burnt them too), and after dinner, we were cleaning the dishes. As I washed the dishes, she began playfully flicking me with her towel. I returned the tease by flicking soap suds at her, but she continued. Finally, I grabbed her by the wrists and began forcing her onto the kitchen counter. It was hard to maintain my grip with soapy hands as she struggled. I firmly (but gently) gripped her by the throat and began slipping her clothes off.

I began several minutes of oral on her until I sensed she was about to cum. Then without knowing what I was looking for, I opened the freezer compartment of the fridge and reached for something cold. She begged me to continue. I picked up a carton of frozen strawberry yogurt. While maintaining my dominance on her with my right hand, I removed the lid with my left and scooped out a generous helping with my fingers. I smeared it on her breasts and reached for another serving. I then smeared it over her vagina and penetrated with two fingers. Despite her cries, "It's too cold"!! I continued as she struggled. I then licked it off, beginning with her breasts and then moving down on her. By this time, she was almost shouting with pleasure, and her mock resistance to me stopped. Neither of us had ever experienced anything like that before.

The yogurt incident begat a new code for us. It started when I returned home from work one day, and there was an empty strawberry yogurt carton on the kitchen table. This was foreplay to foreplay. This meant that she was horny. Sometimes, if I chose to ignore the sign, she would place the container on the bathroom vanity. She knew that I would never go to bed without brushing my teeth, no matter how tired I was, or sometimes pretended to be in a teasing manner.

One time she even placed the empty container on the night table beside the alarm clock. Then on one occasion (it was my birthday), she took me out to dinner, adding I could pick any restaurant. I chose an upscale steakhouse in Winnipeg for the dinner date. After the meal (which we both enjoyed), the waiter returned and asked if we would like dessert. She immediately replied, "Yes, frozen strawberry yogurt, and he will have the same." When the dish arrived, she teased me by licking it slowly off the spoon, saying, "MMMMM..... this is so good". I told her, "Okay, I get it.

Enough already". She continued the tease to the point that she even took off her high heel boot and began to massage my cock with her toes. All this time adding "MMMM.... this is good"! I began to feel uncomfortable and felt myself turning red as my erection took off. I had to get out of there before it turned into a disaster, and she knew it. When I stood up and walked to the cashier with the check, I felt half the dining room's eyes fixed on my discomfort and my rigidness. I looked back and saw several couples restraining their laughter. We left the restaurant, and in the elevator to the parking garage, I scolded her. "Don't ever, ever do that to me, you fucking brat"!! As we walked to my car, I was so stiff; I felt myself dripping already. She let go of my hand and slapped me on the butt, and then moved away, giggling. She knew I was uncomfortable.

I opened the car door for her, and she playfully dropped her handbag. Then she looked at me as if to suggest that I pick it up for her. I just shook my head unapprovingly. She bent over to pick the purse up. As she did this, I grabbed her by the arm and forced her to the car seat. I exposed myself to her and forced her to suck my cock. She looked around briefly to see that nobody else was around. Then in submission, she violently sucked on me until I shot off in her mouth. In the midst of the act, a car drove by, and we both thought we were going to be seen. The car stopped briefly, but fortunately, the couple in the front seat could not see us as a pillar obstructed the view. Later Christine confessed to me that she wanted me to nail her in the elevator. I didn't get the hint, and well, the ride was only two floors. But that was my birthday blow job.

Christine introduced me to a world I have never seen before. I now realize that I was somewhat "sexually retarded" before I met her. Christine was a drug that opened me up. It was the greatest sex a man could ever hope to experience. Unfortunately, our love affair ended when she became homesick. I now use my experience with other consenting women. I am currently single.

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