Hi. My name is Helen and I would like to tell you a little about myself.
I am thirty-something (OK – late thirty-something!), 5 feet 6 inches (1.54m)tall, of slim and athletic build (I exercise every day), with shoulder length golden hair (I prefer that deion to redhead!) and, so more than a few men have told me, a pretty face with an attractive, and often mischievous smile. My own favourite feature is my legs; they are very long and shapely and I love to show them off in short skirts.
At the moment I usually work from home, creating Internet ad campaigns for an agency. My partner, Steve, is in the same line of work and we often get the chance to work on campaigns together. We have been together more than 10 years and we are very close. We share everything and have no secrets from each other. You will understand how important this is when I tell you about my hobbies…
My second favourite hobby is golf! Yes, golf. I don’t know why, but I love the game. There is only one thing I like to do more than play golf and that is to have sex. Sex is my number one hobby. Don’t get me wrong; I’m not a nymphomaniac or anything like that. I am just a normal woman with a (very) healthy appetite for sex. I can see opportunities to have sex in virtually everything I do. I’m very lucky in that Steve is always willing to help me take advantage of those opportunities.
If you would like to find out more about my sex life, please read on, but remember, these are not made-up stories; everything you are about to read actually happened. These are the true accounts of a real woman’s sexual experiences:
As I said, I have two great passions in my life – golf and sex! My peak moments come when I manage to combine the two!
The other day I was in my home office as usual, working at my computer. I enjoy my work, but I have a low boredom threshold and my mind soon began to wander to golf. The putting had been disastrous on my last round and I felt sure that a little practice would improve my performance next time.
I went downstairs to fetch my putter and some balls. I knew that my poor putting had absolutely nothing to do with my putter, since I use a magnificent Ping G2. I love the look and particularly the feel of it. It is perfectly balanced and has a grip contoured to exactly fit my hand. It is both firm and yet slightly yielding to my touch.
I began to stroke a few putts into my practice cup. My partner had told me that I was holding my hands too high so I began to experiment with holding my hands at different positions on the grip – sometimes higher, sometimes lower. As I slowly slid my hands up and down across the surface of the grip a wicked thought flashed through my mind – the second I was aware of it I felt my heart quicken, my pussy widen and my juices begin to flow - I knew I had to do it…..
I was wearing a short black skirt, which I quickly hitched up, allowing me to slide my favourite black, lacy panties to the floor. As I kicked them away I became aware that my breathing had shallowed, and that I was almost shaking in anticipation of what was to come. I separated my legs a little and placed the sole of the Ping on the carpet in front of me. By bending my knees slightly I could begin to play the top of the grip around my pussy lips. It felt good and after a few seconds I was hot, wet and ready.
My heart was pounding now and I needed to feel the club inside me. I bent my knees a little more and began to feel a pressure, almost a pain, at the entrance to my vagina. A doubt crossed my mind; am I really going to be able to take this inside of me? A second later I knew the answer. I let out an involuntary gasp as my pussy lips parted and 3 inches of the shaft disappeared inside me. It felt good, but it wasn’t enough. I straightened my knees and held onto the club as it slowly withdrew and then quickly bent my knees again. This time 4 inches – again – 5 inches. I felt my knees begin to buckle and I had to lean back against the wall. I took the shaft into me again – this time 6 inches.
The grip of the putter stimulated me in a way I had not been stimulated before. As I repeatedly thrust it deep into my body it dragged at my flesh and tormented my aching clit. It held firm against the contractions as my vagina closed instinctively and powerfully around it.
I still had to have more and took 7 inches into me. I now couldn’t tell if the pain was pleasure or the pleasure, pain but I knew I would soon come and feel the ecstasy of release.
Usually I moan, sometimes I gasp, but this time I screamed as I took the next thrust deeper into me than I had ever taken anything before. The orgasm seemed to explode every nerve in my body and I shook as I fought hungrily for every last thrust and shuddering thrill I could take. At last my knees gave way completely and sweaty and panting I slid down the wall to the floor, completely drained but with a very, very satisfied smile on my face.
Somehow I knew that practising my putting would never be the same again……………