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On my Visit in Stockholm

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On my Visit in Stockholm is a sex story about , tjej, kuk, knullin and a couple of other people. It’s about how we’re in the same room together, I’m having my fun, her and I are having our fun, we’re all just having fun. We have sex every few years. I’ve only had my thirties, but I’m pretty sure I’ve never had one less. In Sweden you have a whole set of rules that have never stopped me from having an orgasm, and if I’m honest this was my first time being in a situation where my orgasm was just not there. I was so turned on. I was about to have an incredible experience, it was my first time ever in Stockholm. I thought it was just an hour drive away, and it was in Stockholm. I had just arrived after a day of work in London, I was excited to see how the city was, I had just gotten home from a night of drinking and sex ( I’ve had sex before with a man and I’m quite good at it) I was nervous because I had just finished a night of fucking and had only been to the clubs on Tuesday night, I had just had a bit of a hangover ( I’ve got my own rules about drinking) I didn’t know what to expect. I was nervous I was going to have an orgasm right then (I’m 25) I just got home and went to bed.
This morning I got home and was feeling a bit more than I should, I was super excited for this trip. I got to my room and I had already had a bit of a chat with my boyfriend, about a couple of things. One thing he mentioned was that he had recently got married and he and his wife are in the middle of a whirlwind. It was a little bit of a shock, we never had much of an affair but she was an amazing wife, and she had a good body.
I sat in my favourite chair on the couch I had been in for a few nights and had a chat with him on the phone, he was a bit drunk, I told him about the night I had to have an orgasm. He told me he felt bad about it and I told him it was my birthday and I thought his birthday would be good to celebrate with him. I told him that I was pretty nervous about the night before so he could tell me if everything was going well, so he texted me and he did the right thing. I sat up in my chair as he was texting and he looked me in the eyes and told me that he was ok with my birthday getting me an orgasm, I told him to sit next to me in the chair, he went to my bed and put his phone in the bag I had lying on top of the couch. He laid on his back in my chair and we talked about everything, about our lives, and about his wife. He was super drunk but had an amazing sense of humour and I had never heard anything like it. He told me I was very lucky to have my body, he was a big fan of men and I was a big fan of men. The conversation went on some more and as soon as I finished he asked me to grab the phone and call him. We were chatting, he asked if I’d like to talk to him, and I said sure, just me and him in the phone, just me and him. He told me he was a bit older guy, and that he had been in the sex industry a little bit, so he thought I would like to talk about that.

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