Stella Maris SM trio 5 – Intimate IntrospectionThe trip through the South of France along ‘Autoroute de Soleil’ evokes many memoriesThe trip from Amsterdam to Calonge at the Costa Brava by our slow old 2CV take all day.The decisions I have to take, later that day, tire my mind. The three doze, most of our way.The three seem all in the arms of Morpheus all through ‘la douce France’. From midnight.The driver’s seat in the ‘ugly duckly’ suits me. Lazy hanging to the door. An elbow outside.I have my left leg free. Usually I park my foot at the wheel cap. My knee close at the steer.I have experience in driving down ‘les autoroutes de soleil, sans mes mains, pour rouler’.I have only to stretch my foot a bit to keep the steer straight, so I can roll my ‘p’tit petard’.I have a nickname among French friends ‘a Paris, Lyon, Grenoble, Marseille, Montpellier’.They all call me ‘Piteer Petard’, as all know, I always smoke smelly ‘herbal cigarettes’.They all also like their big petards. But smoke secretly, as police patrols all of Paris-Chatelet.They all know me from their visits to the A’dam tournament & ‘mes visites aux tournois la-bas’.They all long for their ‘Stage de l’Ete’, en Ardeche: “La Chatainerie” – Notre hote(l) a Sanilhac.I have been there later. It lasts a fortnight. ‘Pas de police. Alors on fume nos petards partout’.I have been there ten times. Till it moved away. Twice more. Mais St. Pierre de Mer … Merde.I have been always in the inner circle. Only one large round table for lunch & dinner outside.I have been in the chozen ‘douzaine sur le terrace, qui tous fument avant & apres les repas’!————————————————————————————————————————–The story of yearly French Summer Go School in the countryside, at a hill-top ‘en Ardeche’The memories makes me smile. Many unwritten rules for proper behaviour ‘Au Stage de Go’:The main rule is that one can’t go to bed before the sun has risen again. All between 6 & 78.The ‘tableau de la troupe’ is at the other side of ‘la Chatainerie’. All applaud God: For sunrise.The count of number of joints being rolled, as canlı bahis soon as coffee is served at ‘table ronde’: 10-12. The talks and jokes are hard to follow. I am there with a fine friend, who likes to go on bicycle.The trip is a compromise. I rarely bike outside of Amsterdam. We take trains to Luxembourg.The trip to the first serious train station in France takes me a few hours. Next I can rest long.The hard part starts ‘a l’arrivee a Montelimar’ le matin vers cinq heures. On achete de nougat’. The way goes up & downhill four times, after crossing ‘le Rhone’. I carry also a heavy case.The weight of the carton with 200 of my magazines “GO MOON” is almost too much for me. The morning when I try to pack my tent, mattress, clothes & carton, my race-bike turns over.The trick is to keep front fastened, till I mount my borrowed bike for the trip to ‘Gare Central.’The hardest part ‘en stage’ (on arrivait tres tard, apres le diner, ma faute): on parle ‘le Verlan’.The thing is, that we both had French in secondary school. But lack any actual practice at all.The trick is simple: syllables turn around in Paris’ student secret talk from existentialist times.The French ‘President du Fede’ is called Bizard. ‘Il a un moustache: ‘Zarbi, le stache-mouche’!The rest is simple as soon as one knows woman & man: ‘femme & mec’ font ‘meuf & cumme’.The French, inventors of ‘frivolite’, alors un parle tout le temps des relations entre les sexes’.The way they behave & improvise is completely my style. So I feel like coming home. Finally.The way the girls – les ‘Gonsesses’ – take care of me, the moment I arrive. Last climb killing!—————————————————————————————————————————-Three stressed SM-students support siesta under the tree together. Get good looks of twoThe three tasty twens tighten after our lunch: ‘Intimate Inspection’ intimidates them terribly!The sexy solution is a sensual Spanish siesta. Both bedrooms are so small. Lack a breeze.The lack of fresh air does not appeal to me. I seek some serious time to rest till four or five.The balcony is way too hot. bahis siteleri It is in the blazing sun. Inspect round room upstairs: No breeze.I like to avoid the choice who will sleep with whom where, till much later tonight. Postpone it.”I like to propose, we will adopt to the right rhythm, as we are in Spain for six, seven weeks”.I look at Stella Maris. “I inspected both bedrooms: Lack of fresh air. As round room upstairs.I like your green garden better, with a few large trees and the sea-breeze on our bare bodies!”.I propose we carry the our air-mattresses outside. Throw some sheets on them & doze of together.”I see Stella Maris already made the beds for the night. So let’s take other stuff. Or just in the grass.I do prefer some comfort. But I am far too tired & lazy to pump up my mattress. I just use my towel.”I see all agree. Relief for the postponement of having to completely confess all sexy secrets to us all!The three divide the roles of helping me to make our place under the tree, bring water & white wine.The place in the middle is mine. I am most tired of all. I spread my big blue beach blanket. Lay down.The first priority is a ‘p’tit petard pour Piteer’. Second one: the ‘Spritzers’. Third one: some sensuality.The first to cuddle up to me? Saskia, of course! She’s smallest. I rest on my right side. Sas to my left.I see Marina squat down, legs wide. Proud of her brown belly bush. She’s really close to my hot head.I try to smell sensual smoke fumes from her furry funny fanny with meaty & sweaty long inner love-lips.I offer her a puff from the ‘petard de Piteer’. She gladly accepts. Still stressed from coming ‘Confession’.I think it shall become her first ever, as she isn’t raised Catholic. Has she any hang-ups about hot sex?—————————————————————————————————————————————-I Propose a number of toasts. My long-drink glass empties fast. My confession ends in my orgasmI warmly welcome Stella Maris with the drinks and a small cool-box full of ice-cubes. I propose a toast.”I invite you to drink with me on having a hot time here bahis şirketleri & Every day our cool shadow-meadow-siesta.I drink to all the awesome orgasms we will enjoy together or in sexy solo’s. Usually watched by others.I drink to pleasure you all by badly beating your beautiful bottoms till red radiation! & You ready to come!”I take a quick sip. I continue with ‘mon improvisation impromtu’. “I volunteer to help you come so often.I volunteer to bite off the first bit of ‘Intimate Interview’. I like to tell you all about my erotic experiences!”I do not wait for an applause. Take a big gulp. The three cheer me, anyway. “I begin by letting you guess:I like to tell how many years I play daily many times with my pole of pleasure. I am almost twenty-seven!?Saskia shouts “Sixteen. At least!”. Marina thinks a bit. “I vote for four- or fifteen.” S.M.:”Thirteen?”She re-fills mine. Adds more ice. “S.M. you are So Sweet!” Loud laughter at my triple/quadruple pun.Stella Maris blushes a bit. Seem shyer, as I initially expected. She started this whole thing by writing me!Saskia wants to know, who won? “You are closest. At least 23 years. My memory. But I’m sure it’s 27+!I explain: Boys start after few months in the womb. Is so natural. Fetus position is hands between thighs.I know of reports of parents seeing it on ultra-sound check-ups. Probably, girls as well” I demonstrate.I have a hard-on from looking at their nude beauties anyway & Seeing Marina’s lovely long labia are wet.I pretend to close my eyes while my left hand dances my pole pointing at Saskia’s sexy brown triangle!I look look at her through my long eye-lashes, actually. She makes me most curious of all three of them.I gaze as well at Marina. I secretly try to smell her feromones. Is she on the pill. Is her egg-spring near?”I like to know when you had a real orgasm for the first time. Do you remember that?” sexy Sas seeks.”I like to invite you in dozen days for my 15th anniversary party for my ‘coming of age.” I shoot at Sas!===============================================================================ALL RIGHTS ARE @ Professor Poet-PETER, d.d. 10-03-18. We welcome Your warm words & likes!Dear reader, I am curious whether the bits in French bother you? Or did you enjoy the puzzling lessons?Bien voluntiers vos commentairs en Francais, si vous voulez! 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