David and I had plans to meet on Friday afternoon to then spend the evening together. We had been texting throughout the day, and he was teasing me shockingly to build anticipation. I had joked that I would keep my hands to myself in future, and that was the jumping point for some very sexy texting.
David - So no matter what I do you will keep your hands to yourself?
Me - Yes. Until I change my mind.
David - So I can do anything I can think of but your hands won't touch me until you change your mind.
Me - Yep.
David - Oh maybe I should get some handcuffs and see if I can make you take those words back with a lot of teasing.
Me - Oooooh. I rather like the sound of that.
David - Just what to handcuff you to so you can't use your hands?
Me - Not sure. Maybe just above my head.
David - And then I could throw you onto the bed.
Me - You could indeed. Damn you, it is half nine and I am getting turned on.
David - Holding your handcuffed hands above your head, I could kiss and stroke my way all over your body. Is that a bad thing, getting turned on?
Me - No, but it is frustrating.
David - Well, you have to finish work, meet me for lunch, do your errands in town, then go home before you can get a release.
Me - I know.
David - Where was I? Oh yes! While I'm kissing my way up and down your body my hand will grab your leg slowly working its way up the outside of the leg. And everytime you move or make a noise I bite, lick and suck your skin where my mouth is at the time.
Me - You'd better not leave any marks. I'm warning you.
David - Oh, there could be marks. Depending on how much you try and move about.
Me - No, no, no. There cannot be marks. That is not negotiable.
David - As my hand starts to run up your leg I start to move my mouth south, leaving no inch of skin untouched. My hand and mouth, both reaching your pussy at the same time.
Me - Mmmmmmmmm. Sounds very very good.
David - There, with you dripping with wetness, I slowly rub up and down on your pussy, being gentle so you can hardly feel it but you know I'm touching you.
Me - You're enjoying this, aren't you?
David - Yes. You start to quiver with anticipation of what will happen next. With each rub of your pussy that I do, I go in and give it a little kiss and your clit a little flick of my tongue.
David - Once you are wet enough and looking good enough to eat, that's exactly what I will do. I will start with long slow licks so I can taste you. Then when you are ready, I will speed up, sucking on your clit, taking it in my mouth and tickling it with my tongue. Then when you are shaking with pleasure, moaning for me to to end this bedevilment, I will slip one finger into your soaking pussy.
Me - You are bad.
David - With me licking your clit and fingering you, I'm going to wait until you are on the verge of cumming then I'm going to stop. And go back to kissing your body, still ignoring your lips (just to let you calm down a bit). While I'm doing this I take my hard cock in my hand which is wet at the tip due to what I've done to you. I then thrust into your pussy but it doesn't go in, oh not yet...... Instead it rubs right along your pussy stopping at your clit.
Me - Do you even know what you're doing to me?
David - Hopefully I'm getting you so turned on that you are starting to feel damp between your legs.
Me - A little bit, yes.
David - I come up and nibble on your ear and whisper in your ear, "Do you want me to fuck you?" Not make love, that is for later. But do you want me to fuck you, pure, filthy, dirty sex. At this point the tip of my dick is rubbing your pussy and is just touching your hole eager to be allowed in.
Me - And if I say yes?
David - Oh, it is not yes I want you to say. I want to hear the words "David, fuck me" and I will keep rubbing your pussy and just touching your soaking hole until you do. And when I say "say", I mean almost shout.
Me - I'll see what I can do
David - Oh, you will say those words. Even if it takes hours of pleasure and torture. And once you do I will keep you cuffed, I will slowly inch inside you almost cumming myself with your gasps, and when I'm all inside you I will finally kiss your lips............................. after that, you will have to wait and see.
So what happened when we got home? You will have to wait and see.
Saturday, 19 December 2009
Sunday, 13 December 2009
The infamous threesome
Well, I had been in talks with an acquaintance over email about the idea of a mff threesome. I guess it was partly due to Malcolm telling me about his many fantasies of group sex, I was curious. I also had this feeling that I didn't want to do something like that with people that I knew well in case it was awful and embarrassing.
De (the girl) and Da (the guy) both are really nice, and they weren't in a relationship as such, just fuck buddies. That helped because it meant that there were no jealousy issues.
So after much hmming and hahing and talking and thinking and worrying and freaking, we finally fixed a date for the event. The plan was simple, I would go to Da's house and together we would head up to De - she would meet us at her house.
I arrived at Da's house as arranged and he made me a cup of tea. As I am wont to do, I had dressed carefully, in the outfit I am wearing in my profile picture. The schoolgirl skirt, little cardi and fishnet stockings. I was wearing high heels and some makeup. As requested, I had also brought my Rampant Rabbit deluxe, just in case. Da was fascinated by the stockings, he thought they were very sexy, and asked if he could touch them. He commented that he had never seen anything like them before. I got the feeling he'd never seen anything quite like me in general.
We arrived at De's house and she wasn't there yet, she was out. Da put the tv on, and got me a drink of water, then sat on the sofa beside me. After some small talk, he leaned in to kiss me. Then he started to kiss his way down my neck, feeling my breasts and moving his hand downwards to stroke then part my legs. He knelt before me, and moved my red silk knickers aside to lick and taste me, listening to my gasps of pleasure as he increased his attentions until I came, him licking and tasting every drop. He continued to stroke my legs and feel the stockings until De called to say that she was on her way.
When she arrived, she and Da got a drink and we talked a little, all sitting on the sofa. She is pretty, with red hair, and better boobs than me. He is nice enough looking, with a cheeky smile. She had just gotten her Ann Summers order that day, which included a vibrating cock ring, lube, and a rampant rabbit of her own. There was some giggling and kerfuffle over batteries, but we got it going in the end. So, as we sat there, laughing at this sex toy, he asked if it was any good, and touched it against her pussy. I watched, slightly fascinated, as he rubbed it against her, and listened to her moans of pleasure as it slipped inside a little. Then, as he continued to tease her, he pulled me in for a kiss, and as he kissed me, i could see her watching us kissing.
After a few minutes of this, we decided we'd be more comfortable upstairs and headed up to her bedroom. We stepped in, and he pushed her against the wall for a kiss, his hands roving over her body. Then as she put some music on, he kissed me and stripped off my top and skirt, but left the stockings and bra on.
We all moved over to the bed and there was some kissing again. He took De's rabbit and slid it into her, as she moaned with delight, then took mine and did the same to me. He then used both the rabbits to fuck us simultaneously until we both came, gasping. After a moment taken to recover, De produced a rather bendy double ended dildo, which she asked if we could try. She lay back as it slid into her, then I knelt over her for the other half. Da moved between us and thrust it back and forth. I think I would have liked it a whole lot better if I hadn't been slightly irritated by the material that the dildo was made of - ouch! I waited until I was fairly sure that she had come before asking to stop - and a little splash of water in the bathroom helped a lot. Then we settled back in for some more action.
Some more kissing, my clothes came off entirely, and Da pulled me into position of sitting on his face as he started to lick me again. De and I took turns sucking his cock, her getting really turned on watching me take him into my mouth, encouraging me. She went up to where his head was, I think she may have had a little taste herself, but I'm not entirely sure. After some time of this, she slid herself down onto him and fucked him as he continued to lick and suck me, and she and I kissed and touched a little until everybody was pretty much done.
Then we all kind of collapsed in a heap and chatted for a bit, then a cup of tea and a biscuit before putting clothes on and heading home. I think I got in at about 4am, exhausted but thrilled.
De (the girl) and Da (the guy) both are really nice, and they weren't in a relationship as such, just fuck buddies. That helped because it meant that there were no jealousy issues.
So after much hmming and hahing and talking and thinking and worrying and freaking, we finally fixed a date for the event. The plan was simple, I would go to Da's house and together we would head up to De - she would meet us at her house.
I arrived at Da's house as arranged and he made me a cup of tea. As I am wont to do, I had dressed carefully, in the outfit I am wearing in my profile picture. The schoolgirl skirt, little cardi and fishnet stockings. I was wearing high heels and some makeup. As requested, I had also brought my Rampant Rabbit deluxe, just in case. Da was fascinated by the stockings, he thought they were very sexy, and asked if he could touch them. He commented that he had never seen anything like them before. I got the feeling he'd never seen anything quite like me in general.
We arrived at De's house and she wasn't there yet, she was out. Da put the tv on, and got me a drink of water, then sat on the sofa beside me. After some small talk, he leaned in to kiss me. Then he started to kiss his way down my neck, feeling my breasts and moving his hand downwards to stroke then part my legs. He knelt before me, and moved my red silk knickers aside to lick and taste me, listening to my gasps of pleasure as he increased his attentions until I came, him licking and tasting every drop. He continued to stroke my legs and feel the stockings until De called to say that she was on her way.
When she arrived, she and Da got a drink and we talked a little, all sitting on the sofa. She is pretty, with red hair, and better boobs than me. He is nice enough looking, with a cheeky smile. She had just gotten her Ann Summers order that day, which included a vibrating cock ring, lube, and a rampant rabbit of her own. There was some giggling and kerfuffle over batteries, but we got it going in the end. So, as we sat there, laughing at this sex toy, he asked if it was any good, and touched it against her pussy. I watched, slightly fascinated, as he rubbed it against her, and listened to her moans of pleasure as it slipped inside a little. Then, as he continued to tease her, he pulled me in for a kiss, and as he kissed me, i could see her watching us kissing.
After a few minutes of this, we decided we'd be more comfortable upstairs and headed up to her bedroom. We stepped in, and he pushed her against the wall for a kiss, his hands roving over her body. Then as she put some music on, he kissed me and stripped off my top and skirt, but left the stockings and bra on.
We all moved over to the bed and there was some kissing again. He took De's rabbit and slid it into her, as she moaned with delight, then took mine and did the same to me. He then used both the rabbits to fuck us simultaneously until we both came, gasping. After a moment taken to recover, De produced a rather bendy double ended dildo, which she asked if we could try. She lay back as it slid into her, then I knelt over her for the other half. Da moved between us and thrust it back and forth. I think I would have liked it a whole lot better if I hadn't been slightly irritated by the material that the dildo was made of - ouch! I waited until I was fairly sure that she had come before asking to stop - and a little splash of water in the bathroom helped a lot. Then we settled back in for some more action.
Some more kissing, my clothes came off entirely, and Da pulled me into position of sitting on his face as he started to lick me again. De and I took turns sucking his cock, her getting really turned on watching me take him into my mouth, encouraging me. She went up to where his head was, I think she may have had a little taste herself, but I'm not entirely sure. After some time of this, she slid herself down onto him and fucked him as he continued to lick and suck me, and she and I kissed and touched a little until everybody was pretty much done.
Then we all kind of collapsed in a heap and chatted for a bit, then a cup of tea and a biscuit before putting clothes on and heading home. I think I got in at about 4am, exhausted but thrilled.
Wednesday, 18 November 2009
Sick day . . . .
Today I called in sick to work. I was up all night with a bad tummy and I woke up with a killer headache, feeling horrendous. Mid morning, after lots of sleep, I sent David a text to tell him I was in bed, and was surprised to discover that he, too, had been up late with a bad tummy and was also sick! Now, if we had just planned to take a sicky together, I'd admit to it, but that was not the case.
So I suggested, as I had the house to myself until 8pm (it was 12ish) he could come to mine and we could recouperate together. He was there in half an hour, bless him.
I stayed in my pjs and a little vest top, and greeted him at the door when he arrived. We stood in the hall, kissing, and he held me close. Immediately I started to feel a little better, he said my skin was cold, but I felt warm all the way through from his kisses. I took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom, announcing that I was going back to bed. I lay down on the part of the bed where I'd been sleeping all day and he lay down beside me. He kissed me deeply and tenderly, my arms around his neck, his hands moving over my body, feeling my hips, stomach and thighs. He brushed my hair away from my face, kissing me still, then moved his hands inside my pyjama bottoms to play with me, stroking my softly between my thighs, feeling my wetness, which was steadily increasing.
He stripped off my pyjama bottoms, kissing down over my neck and shoulders, running his hands over my breasts and body. He took my hand and brought it over to the bulge in his trousers, moaning softly as I grasped and stroked it, then moved my hand inside the trousers, marvelling at the heat of his hard cock, feeling how smooth and warm it was, already damp at the tip with anticipation. After a few more kisses, he quickly stripped off his clothes and moved himself over me, spreading my legs in a commanding gesture. He kissed me some more and using the head of his dick teased me, slipping nearly inside me but not quite, rubbing against my clit to make me squirm. As I was soaking wet, he asked me, whispering in my ear, if I wanted it, if I was ready. I told him that I wanted him, that I needed to feel him inside me, deep inside my pussy. He loves hearing me say dirty words, he is spurred on by it.
At my request he thrust deep inside me, making me gasp and moan, and began moving back and forth. I hooked my legs around his waist, pulling him in closer, my arms under his and my hands stroking over his back. He asked me if I wanted it soft and gentle and I said I did..... for then. He kept the pace soft and gentle until I came, shuddering with the waves of pleasure running through my whole body. When I had come, he quickened his pace, taking me harder, pushing up on his arms and looking down at me as he thrust into me. After about ten minutes I came again, feeling a sexual euphoria that made me moan and tell him that I loved it, I needed it .....
He was close to coming himself, and asked me where he should come, I said on me, I wanted to feel him come all over me, over my stomach. When he was ready, he pulled out and came so hard that I was covered, it was in my hair, on my face, on my body .....
He bent down again and tenderly, sweetly, kissed my face, stroking my hair and making me feel comforted and cared for.
We lay together and talked for a while, before I went to the bathroom and cleaned up a little. When I came back to bed I got in beside him and cuddled up, feeling protected in his strong arms. After some indeterminate talking and cuddling time, we were kissing again, and his hands started to wander..... The kissing intensified, and he moved his hands down to feel my wetness, pleased with how wet I was. He pulled me on top of him, and I kissed him some more, before reaching down to grasp him and tease him, rubbing myself over him, until neither of us could take any more. I tied back my hair then slipped a vibrating cock ring over his hardness before slipping him inside me. He felt so good, filling me completely, as he pulled me down and I wrapped my arms around him. He moved beneath me, making me come quickly and hard. I sat up, and leaned back, moving my hips over him in a figure of eight motion, feeling the vibration from the cock ring teasing me and increasing my pleasure. We continued to kiss and I moved myself over him, fucking him slowly, teasing him, before he pulled me down again so that he could take control to pleasure me as hard as he liked. He asked me to say his name as I came, to tell him that I loved it, that I wanted it, needed it. When I'd come again, he came as well, and we collapsed together in a gasping heap.
A bit more cuddling and downtime, and he snuggled up behind me to spoon me. After a while, he got hard again, kissing me on the neck, and making it clear that he wanted me again. I rolled over onto my front and he spread my legs, then entered me from behind, taking me slowly and masterfully as I gently rubbed my clit, getting closer and closer to an orgasm. After a good, long, strong session like this, he slipped out of me and then moved himself up, into my ass. He held on to my hips and fucked me gently in the ass until, to my amazement, I came again - with no clitoral stimulation! I couldn't believe it, but I wasn't complaining... it felt so good. After a while (as he knows that anal is only ok in smallish doses or it gets sore), he pulled out and then pushed one, and then two fingers inside me, making me squeal and squirm with pleasure as he stroked his cock, before thrusting into me one more time to come in my ass. Then we rested again.
We had one more session, with me on my back until I came, then he moved up to sit on my chest as he moved between my breasts, then fucked my mouth in a deepthroat. Then back into my pussy for some more until he pulled me over to fuck him on top, before moving me down to come all over my face. It was furious and horny altogether.
I had a shower, then we made love again before it was time for him to go...... kissing me goodbye and hugging me close before he went. That was a few hours ago and I am still basking in the afterglow of wonderful sex with a lovely man who makes me feel special and wanted. He told me I was beautiful.....
There is something about the way we can have this utterly filthy sex, but he will kiss me gently and tenderly afterwards in such a loving fashion that it makes it ok. I don't feel dirty or used, I feel good about what we do, and that is important. It is mutual and horny and lustful, but not forced or exploitative.
Every time we meet and spend time together, every giggle, cuddle, kiss, caress, soft whisper, they all bring us closer and closer together. Right now, right this very minute, I'm happy.
So I suggested, as I had the house to myself until 8pm (it was 12ish) he could come to mine and we could recouperate together. He was there in half an hour, bless him.
I stayed in my pjs and a little vest top, and greeted him at the door when he arrived. We stood in the hall, kissing, and he held me close. Immediately I started to feel a little better, he said my skin was cold, but I felt warm all the way through from his kisses. I took him by the hand and led him to the bedroom, announcing that I was going back to bed. I lay down on the part of the bed where I'd been sleeping all day and he lay down beside me. He kissed me deeply and tenderly, my arms around his neck, his hands moving over my body, feeling my hips, stomach and thighs. He brushed my hair away from my face, kissing me still, then moved his hands inside my pyjama bottoms to play with me, stroking my softly between my thighs, feeling my wetness, which was steadily increasing.
He stripped off my pyjama bottoms, kissing down over my neck and shoulders, running his hands over my breasts and body. He took my hand and brought it over to the bulge in his trousers, moaning softly as I grasped and stroked it, then moved my hand inside the trousers, marvelling at the heat of his hard cock, feeling how smooth and warm it was, already damp at the tip with anticipation. After a few more kisses, he quickly stripped off his clothes and moved himself over me, spreading my legs in a commanding gesture. He kissed me some more and using the head of his dick teased me, slipping nearly inside me but not quite, rubbing against my clit to make me squirm. As I was soaking wet, he asked me, whispering in my ear, if I wanted it, if I was ready. I told him that I wanted him, that I needed to feel him inside me, deep inside my pussy. He loves hearing me say dirty words, he is spurred on by it.
At my request he thrust deep inside me, making me gasp and moan, and began moving back and forth. I hooked my legs around his waist, pulling him in closer, my arms under his and my hands stroking over his back. He asked me if I wanted it soft and gentle and I said I did..... for then. He kept the pace soft and gentle until I came, shuddering with the waves of pleasure running through my whole body. When I had come, he quickened his pace, taking me harder, pushing up on his arms and looking down at me as he thrust into me. After about ten minutes I came again, feeling a sexual euphoria that made me moan and tell him that I loved it, I needed it .....
He was close to coming himself, and asked me where he should come, I said on me, I wanted to feel him come all over me, over my stomach. When he was ready, he pulled out and came so hard that I was covered, it was in my hair, on my face, on my body .....
He bent down again and tenderly, sweetly, kissed my face, stroking my hair and making me feel comforted and cared for.
We lay together and talked for a while, before I went to the bathroom and cleaned up a little. When I came back to bed I got in beside him and cuddled up, feeling protected in his strong arms. After some indeterminate talking and cuddling time, we were kissing again, and his hands started to wander..... The kissing intensified, and he moved his hands down to feel my wetness, pleased with how wet I was. He pulled me on top of him, and I kissed him some more, before reaching down to grasp him and tease him, rubbing myself over him, until neither of us could take any more. I tied back my hair then slipped a vibrating cock ring over his hardness before slipping him inside me. He felt so good, filling me completely, as he pulled me down and I wrapped my arms around him. He moved beneath me, making me come quickly and hard. I sat up, and leaned back, moving my hips over him in a figure of eight motion, feeling the vibration from the cock ring teasing me and increasing my pleasure. We continued to kiss and I moved myself over him, fucking him slowly, teasing him, before he pulled me down again so that he could take control to pleasure me as hard as he liked. He asked me to say his name as I came, to tell him that I loved it, that I wanted it, needed it. When I'd come again, he came as well, and we collapsed together in a gasping heap.
A bit more cuddling and downtime, and he snuggled up behind me to spoon me. After a while, he got hard again, kissing me on the neck, and making it clear that he wanted me again. I rolled over onto my front and he spread my legs, then entered me from behind, taking me slowly and masterfully as I gently rubbed my clit, getting closer and closer to an orgasm. After a good, long, strong session like this, he slipped out of me and then moved himself up, into my ass. He held on to my hips and fucked me gently in the ass until, to my amazement, I came again - with no clitoral stimulation! I couldn't believe it, but I wasn't complaining... it felt so good. After a while (as he knows that anal is only ok in smallish doses or it gets sore), he pulled out and then pushed one, and then two fingers inside me, making me squeal and squirm with pleasure as he stroked his cock, before thrusting into me one more time to come in my ass. Then we rested again.
We had one more session, with me on my back until I came, then he moved up to sit on my chest as he moved between my breasts, then fucked my mouth in a deepthroat. Then back into my pussy for some more until he pulled me over to fuck him on top, before moving me down to come all over my face. It was furious and horny altogether.
I had a shower, then we made love again before it was time for him to go...... kissing me goodbye and hugging me close before he went. That was a few hours ago and I am still basking in the afterglow of wonderful sex with a lovely man who makes me feel special and wanted. He told me I was beautiful.....
There is something about the way we can have this utterly filthy sex, but he will kiss me gently and tenderly afterwards in such a loving fashion that it makes it ok. I don't feel dirty or used, I feel good about what we do, and that is important. It is mutual and horny and lustful, but not forced or exploitative.
Every time we meet and spend time together, every giggle, cuddle, kiss, caress, soft whisper, they all bring us closer and closer together. Right now, right this very minute, I'm happy.
Sunday, 15 November 2009
Hotel dates and falling down the rabbit hole.....
After some arranging, my lover and I met one Saturday morning, then checked into a hotel in town. This was a different hotel to last time, and I must say, it was very nice. We booked dinner in the restaurant and headed up to check out the room.
David and I (for David is his name) had discussed the relative lack of foreplay in our previous encounters. I have admitted that in his presence I feel utterly powerless to resist any advances and seem to have some physical compulsion to submit to whatever he does, not to mention a craving to feel him moving inside me. However, he had a point about the foreplay, so I went to a high street emporium of naughty and adult themed goods, and purchased a few choice items, such as foreplay suggestions and sex dice. The dice got forgotten about, but we did try the suggestion box. Some were more successful than others, for instance, sex on the stairs wasn't appropriate for a hotel stay. Neither was the idea of naked hide-and-seek. But the suggestion that I gently massage his face and temples was very nice, especially since I straddled him to do it and we got a little carried away..... I also liked the one where he blindfolded me and touched me gently, holding my arms above my head. There needs to be a lot of trust for me to give away my power like that to another person, but it definitely focused my attention on the sensations and increased the eroticism of the moment.
I had some other surprises in store for this stay together, in the form of clothing. I dressed for him in the outfit that I wear in my profile picture here, right down to the fishnet stockings. The little skirt and stockings, with high heeled leather shoes was a definite hit, as he ran his hands over my skin, feeling first the stockings, then the bare skin above, cupping my ass and stroking me. Gradually, everything except the stockings was removed and I was teased, kissed, licked, sucked and fucked to several gasping, shuddering, shaking orgasms.
We dressed and had dinner in the restaurant, which was lovely. There was an amusing moment when the waiter came to take our plates and said, "Well done!" for having eaten it all... He was a very condescending and slightly camp waiter, was very funny.
I can't tell you how many times we connected, or in what order, how many times he came, or I came, or even all the places that he came. It was a night of passion, of that there is no doubt. I did get a little bit more sleep than in previous meetings, but not by an awful lot. As always, I was exhausted going home. Exhausted, but extremely satisfied.
However, it wasn't all fun and games. There was some time throughout the evening where I was tired and withdrawn, in my head a little. I can be depressive by nature, and this manifested itself that night. It wasn't helped by the very suprising text conversation I'd had with Malcolm the previous night where he asked me to consider an actual relationship with him when he gets back from his work trip in six weeks. It was confusing to say the least. I really don't know how to feel about it, and that conflict of emotion makes for concentration on fun sex difficult, and even more so when David mentioned some feelings of his own. I'm not sure how we came up with the analogy of love being like the rabbit hole from Alice in Wonderland. David said that he has tripped and is falling... I don't know what to make of it or how I have gone from feeling unloved and lonely to having two men profess their love for me within the space of a week. This has left me feeling naturally unsettled unsure about it all.
David and I (for David is his name) had discussed the relative lack of foreplay in our previous encounters. I have admitted that in his presence I feel utterly powerless to resist any advances and seem to have some physical compulsion to submit to whatever he does, not to mention a craving to feel him moving inside me. However, he had a point about the foreplay, so I went to a high street emporium of naughty and adult themed goods, and purchased a few choice items, such as foreplay suggestions and sex dice. The dice got forgotten about, but we did try the suggestion box. Some were more successful than others, for instance, sex on the stairs wasn't appropriate for a hotel stay. Neither was the idea of naked hide-and-seek. But the suggestion that I gently massage his face and temples was very nice, especially since I straddled him to do it and we got a little carried away..... I also liked the one where he blindfolded me and touched me gently, holding my arms above my head. There needs to be a lot of trust for me to give away my power like that to another person, but it definitely focused my attention on the sensations and increased the eroticism of the moment.
I had some other surprises in store for this stay together, in the form of clothing. I dressed for him in the outfit that I wear in my profile picture here, right down to the fishnet stockings. The little skirt and stockings, with high heeled leather shoes was a definite hit, as he ran his hands over my skin, feeling first the stockings, then the bare skin above, cupping my ass and stroking me. Gradually, everything except the stockings was removed and I was teased, kissed, licked, sucked and fucked to several gasping, shuddering, shaking orgasms.
We dressed and had dinner in the restaurant, which was lovely. There was an amusing moment when the waiter came to take our plates and said, "Well done!" for having eaten it all... He was a very condescending and slightly camp waiter, was very funny.
I can't tell you how many times we connected, or in what order, how many times he came, or I came, or even all the places that he came. It was a night of passion, of that there is no doubt. I did get a little bit more sleep than in previous meetings, but not by an awful lot. As always, I was exhausted going home. Exhausted, but extremely satisfied.
However, it wasn't all fun and games. There was some time throughout the evening where I was tired and withdrawn, in my head a little. I can be depressive by nature, and this manifested itself that night. It wasn't helped by the very suprising text conversation I'd had with Malcolm the previous night where he asked me to consider an actual relationship with him when he gets back from his work trip in six weeks. It was confusing to say the least. I really don't know how to feel about it, and that conflict of emotion makes for concentration on fun sex difficult, and even more so when David mentioned some feelings of his own. I'm not sure how we came up with the analogy of love being like the rabbit hole from Alice in Wonderland. David said that he has tripped and is falling... I don't know what to make of it or how I have gone from feeling unloved and lonely to having two men profess their love for me within the space of a week. This has left me feeling naturally unsettled unsure about it all.
Monday, 9 November 2009
Hallowe'en Night Fun
The night after our cinema date, I had plans to go to a friend's house and watch a dvd. I was, however, very tired. I didn't even get dressed all day! When it came time to get ready to go out, I just didn't want to, and so I elected to stay at home with the dog. I mentioned this in a text to my young lover, who very courteously offered to come down and stay with me in the event of a zombie attack. I agreed, and shortly after my husband left, the lover arrived.
I was still in a state of undress, damp hair from my shower, wearing just some knickers and a check fleecy nightshirt that falls just below my bum. I greeted him at the door with kisses, we stood in the hall and kissed for a few minutes before practically running to the bedroom. I jumped on the bed and he came and lay on top of me, kissing me deeply, his hand investigating under my shirt and over my legs. Before too long, my knickers were being slid off, and his fingers stroked and teased me while he kissed me and loved my reaction.
His clothes, then mine came off, and he wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck and shoulders. He kissed all the way down my body and used his tongue to tease me some more before sliding himself inside me and making me come again and again and again.
We rested a little, before going again, and again (spot the pattern here?) and then had the idea to play with my little silver clit vibrator - I pressed it against my clit while he took me in the ass. To my amazement, this yielded incredible results - I have truly found a way to make anal work for me. He asked me to tell him when I was going to come, and I did, and just as the orgasm hit, he wrapped his fingers around my throat and squeezed just enough to make me light-headed. Although it undeniably heightened the sensation of the orgasm - I can see why people do it, I wasn't expecting it and it frightened me a little. We discussed it afterwards, he said the conversation we'd had the night before had prompted it, and I could see where he was coming from, but we agreed not to try it again. Especially as I had, essentially, a handprint on my neck the next day. Awkward.
There was some more playing, touching, cuddling, and so on, then I wanted a cup of tea and we watched tv for about half an hour before his hands started wandering a little too much and we retired back to bed for some more again. Again, I can't break it down into one sexual experience - it all seems to blend together in my mind. And believe me, I am NOT complaining about that. There is something about sex with him that leaves me exhausted but satisfied - once I'm alone again, I feel like I have reached my sexual limit .... pretty much until I am alone with him again. Maybe it is chemical, pheramones, something in his kiss - I just don't know, but once we are alone together it is like all bets are off, all boundaries are removed, anything goes.
This is an interesting phenomenon for me - an environment in which I can be utterly sexually free without fear of judgement, rejection or recrimination, where I am actively encouraged to test my limits and push my boundaries, to use language I normally shy away from, to experience different types of pleasure. This is a very positive thing.
Plus he's sweet. And cute. Which he feels detracts from his manly tattooed image to be described as sweet and cute, but someone who enjoys cuddling so much will just have to accept the cuteness. And the sweetness. And I must admit there is a very lovely comforting sensation of being wrapped in his arms for a cuddle, being held and cared for. I think there is a bond forming here, and we'll just have to see where it goes or what it means. It is too soon to tell. But it is a very interesting sign that he is keen to engage me in non-sexual activities as well, it means that he actually enjoys my company as well as enjoying me sexually. And vice versa. Interesting.
I was still in a state of undress, damp hair from my shower, wearing just some knickers and a check fleecy nightshirt that falls just below my bum. I greeted him at the door with kisses, we stood in the hall and kissed for a few minutes before practically running to the bedroom. I jumped on the bed and he came and lay on top of me, kissing me deeply, his hand investigating under my shirt and over my legs. Before too long, my knickers were being slid off, and his fingers stroked and teased me while he kissed me and loved my reaction.
His clothes, then mine came off, and he wrapped his arms around me, kissing my neck and shoulders. He kissed all the way down my body and used his tongue to tease me some more before sliding himself inside me and making me come again and again and again.
We rested a little, before going again, and again (spot the pattern here?) and then had the idea to play with my little silver clit vibrator - I pressed it against my clit while he took me in the ass. To my amazement, this yielded incredible results - I have truly found a way to make anal work for me. He asked me to tell him when I was going to come, and I did, and just as the orgasm hit, he wrapped his fingers around my throat and squeezed just enough to make me light-headed. Although it undeniably heightened the sensation of the orgasm - I can see why people do it, I wasn't expecting it and it frightened me a little. We discussed it afterwards, he said the conversation we'd had the night before had prompted it, and I could see where he was coming from, but we agreed not to try it again. Especially as I had, essentially, a handprint on my neck the next day. Awkward.
There was some more playing, touching, cuddling, and so on, then I wanted a cup of tea and we watched tv for about half an hour before his hands started wandering a little too much and we retired back to bed for some more again. Again, I can't break it down into one sexual experience - it all seems to blend together in my mind. And believe me, I am NOT complaining about that. There is something about sex with him that leaves me exhausted but satisfied - once I'm alone again, I feel like I have reached my sexual limit .... pretty much until I am alone with him again. Maybe it is chemical, pheramones, something in his kiss - I just don't know, but once we are alone together it is like all bets are off, all boundaries are removed, anything goes.
This is an interesting phenomenon for me - an environment in which I can be utterly sexually free without fear of judgement, rejection or recrimination, where I am actively encouraged to test my limits and push my boundaries, to use language I normally shy away from, to experience different types of pleasure. This is a very positive thing.
Plus he's sweet. And cute. Which he feels detracts from his manly tattooed image to be described as sweet and cute, but someone who enjoys cuddling so much will just have to accept the cuteness. And the sweetness. And I must admit there is a very lovely comforting sensation of being wrapped in his arms for a cuddle, being held and cared for. I think there is a bond forming here, and we'll just have to see where it goes or what it means. It is too soon to tell. But it is a very interesting sign that he is keen to engage me in non-sexual activities as well, it means that he actually enjoys my company as well as enjoying me sexually. And vice versa. Interesting.
Wednesday, 4 November 2009
A proper date
Much texting had taken place over the week, and there was an appealing eagerness on the part of my new man to take me on a proper date - dinner, the cinema, something where sex was not the focus. This certainly wasn't something I could argue with, although I did point out that public displays of affection are not a good idea, especially as you always run into someone you know.
I had a quiet day, and then started to get ready for my date. Some makeup, and a carefully chosen outfit of a loose, boyfriend-style cardigan over a vest top, a below the knee denim skirt and brand new lace up thigh high boots. Well, why not? The skirt covers the top of them so they aren't too obvious.
It was a rotten night, cold and wet, so I was lucky to get a good parking space and we met at a bar near the cinema and had a drink (diet coke for me as I was driving). We chatted, we seem to get along very well, and then made our way up to a Chinese place for dinner, then on to the cinema. As soon as the lights went down I surprised him with a little kiss, one that became a long, lingering kiss, and we held hands in the cinema. Do you know how long it has been since I held hands like that in the cinema? And I mean proper, literal hand in hand holding of hands, it is not some MUA euphemism for sex, thank you very much. Not in a cinema. I mean, really!
The film was fun, (Zombieland, if you're interested) and certainly gave me plenty of moments to jump and get a wee cuddle. I do like a cuddle, in case you hadn't noticed. When it was over, there was then the question of what to do next.
What is there to do, at 9pm in a major city, that does not involve drinking, pre-booking, or pre-planning? Not a lot. We kind of walked aimlessly for a while trying to think of somewhere to go, and failing. The only feasible suggestion that came up was that we call it a night and go home... but neither of us really wanted to do that.
Texting is fun, isn't it? I find myself being unreasonably grateful for unlimited texts. I have a number of friends who text me frequently, and Malcolm and new guy text me more than frequently. I do always reply, though...
In texts, I had cheekily informed my date that he needn't get any bright ideas, for I was far too classy for car sex. On the other hand, I did wear thigh boots and sexy lace underwear, including knickers that tied on at the sides with bows. So I was walking the line of provocatively sexy and sensible behaviour.
With no other option presenting itself (bar going home alone) I suggested we go for a drive. I didn't really know where to go, so I went to one place that I thought of. Sadly, others had the same thought and it was less than private. We sat there in the car and had a very interesting discussion about how we would survive a zombie attack. I surmised (and maintain still) that in the event of such an attack, I would swiftly join the ranks of the living dead. I wouldn't stand a chance. So after some further discussion, it has now been agreed that should a zombie attack take place, my date would make me his priority and save me before anyone else. Well, I'll sleep better knowing that THAT's take care of.
We drove on, rather than spend the entire evening commenting on the odd behaviour of two boy racers who seemed to be trying to park their cars as close together as possible. As we drove, an idea occurred to me - a back road, deserted, that I used to take sometimes going to work. Although it was dark, and confusing at night, I had a look for it. We ended up tucked away somewhere very very private, and with the lights off, you wouldn't have known we were there at all. It was definitely discreet.
It didn't take very long for the kissing to start, and that was as much fun as ever. My boots were investigated in detail, pronounced to be a success, and requested to be worn in bed at some point in the future. Worth every penny. My thighs got a bit of a looking over as well, and his hand crept most insistently into my underwear, teasing my clit, rubbing it just hard enough to create that intensity that is slightly off an orgasm but almost unbearable, taking me agonisingly close and stopping just before I could take no more, and telling me this teasing was the punishment I got for text teasing throughout the week.
My cardigan was removed as the car started to heat up and the kissing and touching continued, stroking, teasing, investigating...... very erotic, especially in such a confined place. I pulled the little lever that reclined his seat back, and swung myself into his lap, a move that was well received. His hands roamed my backside, squeezing my ass-cheeks as we kissed, my hair in his face. He pulled my skirt up around my waist, and kissing my neck, untied the bows that held together my underwear, removing them and flinging them into the backseat. The teasing and touching continued, until neither of us could stand it, and he, checking that I was of the same feeling, slipped on a condom before I slid down on top of him. It was such a relief, we had both been craving it since we laid hands on each other, and I used my thighs and arms to support myself as I fucked him with everything I had. It was hard and furious, but at the same time intimate and gentle - the dichotomy of good sex. My vest top came off somewhere in the middle of all this, and he sucked my breasts as he pulled them free from my bra, touching me all over, feeling my ass and my legs and my body. Eventually, we were done, and I collapsed, laughing, into the driving seat again.
We continued to kiss and play for some time to come, the evening ended with my swallowing his cum twice, as well as feeling some pretty intense pleasure myself. As we kissed, his hand rested on my neck, around my throat. Not squeezing, just ... there. And he noticed that when his hand was there, I moaned a little more than usual. He asked me did I like to be strangled during sex, I explained it was not something I had ever tried or considered, I wasn't sure about it.
Looking back, I don't think the pleasure I took from that had anything to do with the violent notions of rough sex, or any desire to see how deprivation of oxygen can enhance sexual pleasure. It was entirely emotional; there is something very possessive and powerful about that gesture, the hand being around the neck, it denotes desire, possession and trust. I think that is what I liked. I couldn't have articulated that at the time, I have given it quite some thought since.
Eventually, though, it was time to go home. Still, a good time was had by all.
I must confess, I felt very naughty when I stopped at the supermarket on the way home for milk, to be wearing thigh boots and no knickers.
I had a quiet day, and then started to get ready for my date. Some makeup, and a carefully chosen outfit of a loose, boyfriend-style cardigan over a vest top, a below the knee denim skirt and brand new lace up thigh high boots. Well, why not? The skirt covers the top of them so they aren't too obvious.
It was a rotten night, cold and wet, so I was lucky to get a good parking space and we met at a bar near the cinema and had a drink (diet coke for me as I was driving). We chatted, we seem to get along very well, and then made our way up to a Chinese place for dinner, then on to the cinema. As soon as the lights went down I surprised him with a little kiss, one that became a long, lingering kiss, and we held hands in the cinema. Do you know how long it has been since I held hands like that in the cinema? And I mean proper, literal hand in hand holding of hands, it is not some MUA euphemism for sex, thank you very much. Not in a cinema. I mean, really!
The film was fun, (Zombieland, if you're interested) and certainly gave me plenty of moments to jump and get a wee cuddle. I do like a cuddle, in case you hadn't noticed. When it was over, there was then the question of what to do next.
What is there to do, at 9pm in a major city, that does not involve drinking, pre-booking, or pre-planning? Not a lot. We kind of walked aimlessly for a while trying to think of somewhere to go, and failing. The only feasible suggestion that came up was that we call it a night and go home... but neither of us really wanted to do that.
Texting is fun, isn't it? I find myself being unreasonably grateful for unlimited texts. I have a number of friends who text me frequently, and Malcolm and new guy text me more than frequently. I do always reply, though...
In texts, I had cheekily informed my date that he needn't get any bright ideas, for I was far too classy for car sex. On the other hand, I did wear thigh boots and sexy lace underwear, including knickers that tied on at the sides with bows. So I was walking the line of provocatively sexy and sensible behaviour.
With no other option presenting itself (bar going home alone) I suggested we go for a drive. I didn't really know where to go, so I went to one place that I thought of. Sadly, others had the same thought and it was less than private. We sat there in the car and had a very interesting discussion about how we would survive a zombie attack. I surmised (and maintain still) that in the event of such an attack, I would swiftly join the ranks of the living dead. I wouldn't stand a chance. So after some further discussion, it has now been agreed that should a zombie attack take place, my date would make me his priority and save me before anyone else. Well, I'll sleep better knowing that THAT's take care of.
We drove on, rather than spend the entire evening commenting on the odd behaviour of two boy racers who seemed to be trying to park their cars as close together as possible. As we drove, an idea occurred to me - a back road, deserted, that I used to take sometimes going to work. Although it was dark, and confusing at night, I had a look for it. We ended up tucked away somewhere very very private, and with the lights off, you wouldn't have known we were there at all. It was definitely discreet.
It didn't take very long for the kissing to start, and that was as much fun as ever. My boots were investigated in detail, pronounced to be a success, and requested to be worn in bed at some point in the future. Worth every penny. My thighs got a bit of a looking over as well, and his hand crept most insistently into my underwear, teasing my clit, rubbing it just hard enough to create that intensity that is slightly off an orgasm but almost unbearable, taking me agonisingly close and stopping just before I could take no more, and telling me this teasing was the punishment I got for text teasing throughout the week.
My cardigan was removed as the car started to heat up and the kissing and touching continued, stroking, teasing, investigating...... very erotic, especially in such a confined place. I pulled the little lever that reclined his seat back, and swung myself into his lap, a move that was well received. His hands roamed my backside, squeezing my ass-cheeks as we kissed, my hair in his face. He pulled my skirt up around my waist, and kissing my neck, untied the bows that held together my underwear, removing them and flinging them into the backseat. The teasing and touching continued, until neither of us could stand it, and he, checking that I was of the same feeling, slipped on a condom before I slid down on top of him. It was such a relief, we had both been craving it since we laid hands on each other, and I used my thighs and arms to support myself as I fucked him with everything I had. It was hard and furious, but at the same time intimate and gentle - the dichotomy of good sex. My vest top came off somewhere in the middle of all this, and he sucked my breasts as he pulled them free from my bra, touching me all over, feeling my ass and my legs and my body. Eventually, we were done, and I collapsed, laughing, into the driving seat again.
We continued to kiss and play for some time to come, the evening ended with my swallowing his cum twice, as well as feeling some pretty intense pleasure myself. As we kissed, his hand rested on my neck, around my throat. Not squeezing, just ... there. And he noticed that when his hand was there, I moaned a little more than usual. He asked me did I like to be strangled during sex, I explained it was not something I had ever tried or considered, I wasn't sure about it.
Looking back, I don't think the pleasure I took from that had anything to do with the violent notions of rough sex, or any desire to see how deprivation of oxygen can enhance sexual pleasure. It was entirely emotional; there is something very possessive and powerful about that gesture, the hand being around the neck, it denotes desire, possession and trust. I think that is what I liked. I couldn't have articulated that at the time, I have given it quite some thought since.
Eventually, though, it was time to go home. Still, a good time was had by all.
I must confess, I felt very naughty when I stopped at the supermarket on the way home for milk, to be wearing thigh boots and no knickers.
Tuesday, 3 November 2009
Tying up loose ends
For my few regular readers who are wondering how I got from Julian to my younger lover - I was intending to do all this chronologically (and we haven't even covered the threesome), but I wanted to write about recent events while they were fresh in my mind.
So you may be wondering what happened to Julian. He flaked. Essentially. He applied for a job in England (and thoughtfully got me to proofread his application forms), and was offered it, with a September start. He wooed me with talks of weekend and holiday visits, with a view to me taking a career break and joining him in a year. He discussed apartments with me in detail, not wanting to rent somewhere that I wouldn't like. We discussed what religion to bring up children and when we might feel comfortable remarrying after our respective divorces. He was jealous that I still shared a room with my husband and was delighted when that changed, was threatened by my friendship with Malcolm and he left his wife. I helped him move and spent a lot of time with him in his new place. We had lots of sex but also lots of companionship, doing work together in the evenings, flirty texts throughout the day, dinners and wine together, dvds, music, walks, shopping..... real couple-y stuff. I even did his sewing. And helped him with his admin. And made a lasagne for when his father visited. And baked him a cake. And hid from his father in town so that he didn't find out that his son had moved on so quickly.
Then, three days before he was due to move, he essentially dumped me. Gave me this speech about wanting his own space when he moved, not knowing who he was going to be..... it was incredibly hurtful and unexpected. I couldn't believe it, and mourned for some weeks to come. So there you go. Some men are bastards.
And yet, some women are too nice. His wife still lives in his old house, thinking he left her over their marriage problems, with no idea of his infidelity. To be thus exposed would destroy him. I have her address, name, telephone number and email. It would be effortless. Needless to say, I have not stooped so low. I prefer to take the high moral ground, or as high a moral ground as an adulterer writing a sex blog can take.
So you may be wondering what happened to Julian. He flaked. Essentially. He applied for a job in England (and thoughtfully got me to proofread his application forms), and was offered it, with a September start. He wooed me with talks of weekend and holiday visits, with a view to me taking a career break and joining him in a year. He discussed apartments with me in detail, not wanting to rent somewhere that I wouldn't like. We discussed what religion to bring up children and when we might feel comfortable remarrying after our respective divorces. He was jealous that I still shared a room with my husband and was delighted when that changed, was threatened by my friendship with Malcolm and he left his wife. I helped him move and spent a lot of time with him in his new place. We had lots of sex but also lots of companionship, doing work together in the evenings, flirty texts throughout the day, dinners and wine together, dvds, music, walks, shopping..... real couple-y stuff. I even did his sewing. And helped him with his admin. And made a lasagne for when his father visited. And baked him a cake. And hid from his father in town so that he didn't find out that his son had moved on so quickly.
Then, three days before he was due to move, he essentially dumped me. Gave me this speech about wanting his own space when he moved, not knowing who he was going to be..... it was incredibly hurtful and unexpected. I couldn't believe it, and mourned for some weeks to come. So there you go. Some men are bastards.
And yet, some women are too nice. His wife still lives in his old house, thinking he left her over their marriage problems, with no idea of his infidelity. To be thus exposed would destroy him. I have her address, name, telephone number and email. It would be effortless. Needless to say, I have not stooped so low. I prefer to take the high moral ground, or as high a moral ground as an adulterer writing a sex blog can take.
Hot hotel sex
As my younger lover is currently (for legit reasons) unable to accommodate without lots of awkward questions being asked, and I rarely have a free house, he invited me on a date. Meet mid-afternoon, have a drink.. check out the hotel room that he organised, have dinner, and have the evening (and night) to ourselves.
We were to meet on Sunday afternoon and all was going according to plan. I dressed very carefully, knowing that I had to be sexy enough for my date, but sober enough for my church date with my mother first. Yes, I accompany my mother to church every Sunday. What?
I wore a charcoal grey jumper dress, form-fitting but not too tight. Hitting just above the knee. Underneath I had on the most amazing fishnet and floral patterned hold-up stockings from La Perla, then my gorgeous black lace up high heeled DM shoes. My underwear was red and lacy, and with my hair sitting well, and my makeup done, I felt pretty good.
So I separated myself from my mother and met him in town, noticing with some slight amusement that he didn't actually recognise me right away. We got into my car and drove to the hotel, and parked in the car park.
When we went into the hotel, the place was packed! Sunday lunch, some football match on ... anyway we had a half hour or so to wait until our room was ready, and we had a drink the bar and chatted. He is easy to talk to, which is nice. Eventually the room was ready and we headed up, joking that there had better not be a squeaky headboard if our last session was anything to go by.
We arrived into the room, set down our bags, had a general look around, as you do. Being a man, he turned on the tv and was disconcerted by the fact that the tv was silent and the soundtrack was provided by a local radio station. I took off my shoes and jumped on the bed, I have to admit I was rather tired. But not for long.
He came over to me, climbed onto the bed and leaned in to kiss me, telling me that he had been dying to kiss me since we had been sitting downstairs in the bar. As before, his kisses were sweet and arousing, and I immediately felt my body responding to his attentions in a very positive way. His hands roamed over me, up under my dress, feeling the tops of my stockings and the soft skin of my thigh, before pulling me on top of him, my legs straddling his hips as I leant down to kiss him as hungrily as he had been kissing me. After a few moments of this, he helped me off with my dress, and I was sitting on him in my lacy lingerie and stockings, feeling his hands grip my bum, caress the small of my back and my shoulders, his lips working against mine.
Another move had me on my back as he swiftly disrobed and removed my knickers. I slipped off the stockings and the bra followed shortly after, leaving us both naked and almost panting with desire. I could feel his excitement pressed against me as he kissed me some more, before moving down to take my nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking with an intensity that bordered on painful. But in a good way. He moved further down, kissing my tummy, my thighs, before assertively parting them to kiss my pussy and then softly licking it and teasing the clit with his tongue. He did this until I was more than ready for more and he slipped his fingers inside me, alternating between fingers and tongue to bring me to a ragged orgasm.
As I recovered, he rolled on to his back and invited me to take him into my mouth, which I did, sucking gently along his length before flicking my tongue over the tip and teasing him as he had me. A quick moment for protection, then I maneouvred myself into position and slid him inside me, savouring the sensation of fullness and pleasure. As I moved against him, pleasuring myself with my thrusts, he held on to my hips then pulled me down for a deep kiss. After some thrusting and sighing, I pulled him up into a sitting position, and holding him inside me, folded my legs around him to hook around his back. Holding me in his arms, he moved himself to the edge of the bed, and holding me there, fucked me hard as I sat on his lap. The he dropped me back, laughing onto the other bed and continued the session there until we were both done.
That was the first session of the day, which was followed by many many more, including the point where I was pleasuring myself with my rabbit while he took me in the ass (a most unusual sensation, definitely interesting), where he came on my breasts, in my mouth and in my ass, and where he spent at least twenty minutes kissing every inch of my body, from my face to my wrists to my toes. We fell asleep, exhausted, and woke early in the morning to make love a few more times before it was time to check out.
We also squeezed in dinner and I had a bath throughout the evening, as well as lots of kissing, cuddling, talking and sharing. It really was a sexual adventure, and although physically we were both sated to the point of exhaustion, in another way, we both very much wanted more. That very evening, we started to plan for our next date.
We were to meet on Sunday afternoon and all was going according to plan. I dressed very carefully, knowing that I had to be sexy enough for my date, but sober enough for my church date with my mother first. Yes, I accompany my mother to church every Sunday. What?
I wore a charcoal grey jumper dress, form-fitting but not too tight. Hitting just above the knee. Underneath I had on the most amazing fishnet and floral patterned hold-up stockings from La Perla, then my gorgeous black lace up high heeled DM shoes. My underwear was red and lacy, and with my hair sitting well, and my makeup done, I felt pretty good.
So I separated myself from my mother and met him in town, noticing with some slight amusement that he didn't actually recognise me right away. We got into my car and drove to the hotel, and parked in the car park.
When we went into the hotel, the place was packed! Sunday lunch, some football match on ... anyway we had a half hour or so to wait until our room was ready, and we had a drink the bar and chatted. He is easy to talk to, which is nice. Eventually the room was ready and we headed up, joking that there had better not be a squeaky headboard if our last session was anything to go by.
We arrived into the room, set down our bags, had a general look around, as you do. Being a man, he turned on the tv and was disconcerted by the fact that the tv was silent and the soundtrack was provided by a local radio station. I took off my shoes and jumped on the bed, I have to admit I was rather tired. But not for long.
He came over to me, climbed onto the bed and leaned in to kiss me, telling me that he had been dying to kiss me since we had been sitting downstairs in the bar. As before, his kisses were sweet and arousing, and I immediately felt my body responding to his attentions in a very positive way. His hands roamed over me, up under my dress, feeling the tops of my stockings and the soft skin of my thigh, before pulling me on top of him, my legs straddling his hips as I leant down to kiss him as hungrily as he had been kissing me. After a few moments of this, he helped me off with my dress, and I was sitting on him in my lacy lingerie and stockings, feeling his hands grip my bum, caress the small of my back and my shoulders, his lips working against mine.
Another move had me on my back as he swiftly disrobed and removed my knickers. I slipped off the stockings and the bra followed shortly after, leaving us both naked and almost panting with desire. I could feel his excitement pressed against me as he kissed me some more, before moving down to take my nipples into his mouth, sucking and licking with an intensity that bordered on painful. But in a good way. He moved further down, kissing my tummy, my thighs, before assertively parting them to kiss my pussy and then softly licking it and teasing the clit with his tongue. He did this until I was more than ready for more and he slipped his fingers inside me, alternating between fingers and tongue to bring me to a ragged orgasm.
As I recovered, he rolled on to his back and invited me to take him into my mouth, which I did, sucking gently along his length before flicking my tongue over the tip and teasing him as he had me. A quick moment for protection, then I maneouvred myself into position and slid him inside me, savouring the sensation of fullness and pleasure. As I moved against him, pleasuring myself with my thrusts, he held on to my hips then pulled me down for a deep kiss. After some thrusting and sighing, I pulled him up into a sitting position, and holding him inside me, folded my legs around him to hook around his back. Holding me in his arms, he moved himself to the edge of the bed, and holding me there, fucked me hard as I sat on his lap. The he dropped me back, laughing onto the other bed and continued the session there until we were both done.
That was the first session of the day, which was followed by many many more, including the point where I was pleasuring myself with my rabbit while he took me in the ass (a most unusual sensation, definitely interesting), where he came on my breasts, in my mouth and in my ass, and where he spent at least twenty minutes kissing every inch of my body, from my face to my wrists to my toes. We fell asleep, exhausted, and woke early in the morning to make love a few more times before it was time to check out.
We also squeezed in dinner and I had a bath throughout the evening, as well as lots of kissing, cuddling, talking and sharing. It really was a sexual adventure, and although physically we were both sated to the point of exhaustion, in another way, we both very much wanted more. That very evening, we started to plan for our next date.
Saturday, 31 October 2009
Sex and the younger man
My current lover is 8 years younger than me, and boy, oh boy, does that make a difference.
Our first night together, he stayed all night. We had taken some time to get to know each other and finally decided to spend some time alone. I was home sick, he was free..... but it was getting late. We were texting back and forth, he offered to come and look after me, I demurred, we eventually agreed that he would call down but as it was late he could stay the night rather than try to get home again.
About 40 minutes later, he arrived. I was panicking slightly, but also excited .... he was really sweet, but I was also stuck with him all night! If it came to the worst, I could put him in the spare room.
So he arrived, we cuddled on the sofa for a bit and then he kissed me. The kisses were hot and intense, and his hands started roaming very swiftly. The kissing intensified and we swiftly moved through to the bedroom.
Over the course of the night, I got no sleep. He literally fucked me all night. Him on top, me on top, on our sides, from behind. There was no part of my body he didn't touch, stroke, lick and kiss. He used his tongue to tease me all over, he fondled my breasts, he literally couldn't keep his hands off me. Every time I thought we were done, there was more, he would kiss me again, touch me again, his hand would snake down between my thighs. I was soaking wet all night, all morning.... we stayed in bed until 2 in the afternoon, then went back to bed for another go before he left at about 5.
He had endless stamina, he came eleven times, in my mouth, on my breasts, even in my ass. It was the first time I had done anal - I had never allowed it before but there is something about this guy, some kind of animal attraction that makes me allow him to do things to me that I would never allow anybody else, such as anal. I was surprised to find that it was actually quite good, although my pussy definitely felt the loss....
I've never had so much sex in one night, never felt quite so satisfied afterwards. If he came eleven times, I don't think I could possible estimate how many orgasms he got out of me - and they were all of the types of orgasm I talked about before, including multiple. What helped was the fact that my orgasm turns him on even more, feeling my wetness, my body shake, my helpless whimpers of pleasure, and the tightness of my pussy contracting on him if he was inside me at the time.... he loves it.
Needless to say, I've seen him again - I'm not letting this go! Seriously amazing sex. And he's into me. Like, really into me, which helps.
The reason, in case you're wondering, that I haven't gone into the fine details of what and where and how I felt, is that the night was so intense, and the sex was so hot that I can't actually break it down. It all just blended together.
Our first night together, he stayed all night. We had taken some time to get to know each other and finally decided to spend some time alone. I was home sick, he was free..... but it was getting late. We were texting back and forth, he offered to come and look after me, I demurred, we eventually agreed that he would call down but as it was late he could stay the night rather than try to get home again.
About 40 minutes later, he arrived. I was panicking slightly, but also excited .... he was really sweet, but I was also stuck with him all night! If it came to the worst, I could put him in the spare room.
So he arrived, we cuddled on the sofa for a bit and then he kissed me. The kisses were hot and intense, and his hands started roaming very swiftly. The kissing intensified and we swiftly moved through to the bedroom.
Over the course of the night, I got no sleep. He literally fucked me all night. Him on top, me on top, on our sides, from behind. There was no part of my body he didn't touch, stroke, lick and kiss. He used his tongue to tease me all over, he fondled my breasts, he literally couldn't keep his hands off me. Every time I thought we were done, there was more, he would kiss me again, touch me again, his hand would snake down between my thighs. I was soaking wet all night, all morning.... we stayed in bed until 2 in the afternoon, then went back to bed for another go before he left at about 5.
He had endless stamina, he came eleven times, in my mouth, on my breasts, even in my ass. It was the first time I had done anal - I had never allowed it before but there is something about this guy, some kind of animal attraction that makes me allow him to do things to me that I would never allow anybody else, such as anal. I was surprised to find that it was actually quite good, although my pussy definitely felt the loss....
I've never had so much sex in one night, never felt quite so satisfied afterwards. If he came eleven times, I don't think I could possible estimate how many orgasms he got out of me - and they were all of the types of orgasm I talked about before, including multiple. What helped was the fact that my orgasm turns him on even more, feeling my wetness, my body shake, my helpless whimpers of pleasure, and the tightness of my pussy contracting on him if he was inside me at the time.... he loves it.
Needless to say, I've seen him again - I'm not letting this go! Seriously amazing sex. And he's into me. Like, really into me, which helps.
The reason, in case you're wondering, that I haven't gone into the fine details of what and where and how I felt, is that the night was so intense, and the sex was so hot that I can't actually break it down. It all just blended together.
Wednesday, 28 October 2009
Erotica....
Malcolm and I co-wrote this erotic story a while back. He came up with the premise, I did the writing and detail. You like?
Blackout
As I stepped into the elevator I sighed to myself. It had been a horrendous morning and I was already exhausted. The heat of the city was getting to me and I just wanted to get out of the office and grab some lunch somewhere quiet and de-stress before the mayhem of the afternoon. As the elevator slowly began its descent, I was vaguely aware of it filling up, the feeling of my personal space shrinking, but I was too busy thinking about all the things I had to do to take much notice of my fellow passengers.
Suddenly there was a jolt and the elevator shuddered to a halt. Before I could react, we were plunged into utter darkness. I could feel the panic rising around me as the women in the elevator started to talk swiftly and angrily. As I stood there, in the corner, my back against the wall, I felt my personal space shrink even further. There was a presence in front of me, a strong, large presence. A man. I would have felt threatened, only I breathed in deeply and my senses were assaulted by his smell, masculine, clean, musky and so deeply sexy that I was intoxicated. I felt immediately at ease and safe. And incredibly aroused.
As I stood there with baited breath, I could feel my pulse racing and my heart pounding. Just when I could stand it no more, I felt the lightest touch, fingertips tracing my face, dragging over my lips, down my neck and brushing over my collarbone before gently reaching down to the parting of my skirt. He was right in front of me, I could feel the whisper of his breath on my neck as his wonderfully sexy aroma lulled me into a fugue like state where I would let this man do anything to me in this moment.
He seemed to sense my acquiescence to his desires, as he gently parted my skirt and ran his fingertips lightly up my leg to trace the lace on the top of my stockings. With a sudden shiver I remember that the heat of say prompted my decision this morning to forego underwear, and that if he were to just move his hand a little further, he would discover not only this absence but also a tell-tale dampness that would betray my extreme arousal. Shifting my weight slightly I open my legs to give him access, to allow him to discover everything.
I gasped as after touching me so gently before, with a sudden firmness he thrust one, then two large fingers inside me, a feeling of pleasure so intense that my knees weakened and I thought would conquer me completely, until his thumb brushed over then found my clitoris and started to rub it as he moved his fingers in and out of me, causing the pleasure to build incredibly quickly until I climaxed with a jagged gasp and shudder, my juices coating his hand that was hidden under my skirt.
At that moment, the elevator lights came flooding on, to the cheers and whoops of the other occupants. As the downward motion restarted, I looked up into the sky blue eyes of the man in front of me, and my breath was taken away by this sexy stranger who still secretly kept two fingers held inside me. As the elevator stopped on the next floor, everyone got out, glad to be free, except my secret lover and I.
Knowing we had only minutes, I pushed him against the wall, unzipped his trousers and freed his throbbing member from the confines of his pants. I barely had time to admire its shapeliness before I took him deep into my mouth and sucked hard, feeling his hands in my hair and hearing his appreciative groan. It took seconds, he was so ready, with one flick of my tongue over his tip, he groaned again and filled my mouth with his salty taste, which I swallowed before licking him clean.
We barely had time before the elevator stopped again, doors opening on the ground floor. Without exchanging a word, I exited, turning right, at the same time as he exited, turning left. I knew that I would most likely never see my secret lover again, but I was certainly much less worried about my workload for the afternoon!
Blackout
As I stepped into the elevator I sighed to myself. It had been a horrendous morning and I was already exhausted. The heat of the city was getting to me and I just wanted to get out of the office and grab some lunch somewhere quiet and de-stress before the mayhem of the afternoon. As the elevator slowly began its descent, I was vaguely aware of it filling up, the feeling of my personal space shrinking, but I was too busy thinking about all the things I had to do to take much notice of my fellow passengers.
Suddenly there was a jolt and the elevator shuddered to a halt. Before I could react, we were plunged into utter darkness. I could feel the panic rising around me as the women in the elevator started to talk swiftly and angrily. As I stood there, in the corner, my back against the wall, I felt my personal space shrink even further. There was a presence in front of me, a strong, large presence. A man. I would have felt threatened, only I breathed in deeply and my senses were assaulted by his smell, masculine, clean, musky and so deeply sexy that I was intoxicated. I felt immediately at ease and safe. And incredibly aroused.
As I stood there with baited breath, I could feel my pulse racing and my heart pounding. Just when I could stand it no more, I felt the lightest touch, fingertips tracing my face, dragging over my lips, down my neck and brushing over my collarbone before gently reaching down to the parting of my skirt. He was right in front of me, I could feel the whisper of his breath on my neck as his wonderfully sexy aroma lulled me into a fugue like state where I would let this man do anything to me in this moment.
He seemed to sense my acquiescence to his desires, as he gently parted my skirt and ran his fingertips lightly up my leg to trace the lace on the top of my stockings. With a sudden shiver I remember that the heat of say prompted my decision this morning to forego underwear, and that if he were to just move his hand a little further, he would discover not only this absence but also a tell-tale dampness that would betray my extreme arousal. Shifting my weight slightly I open my legs to give him access, to allow him to discover everything.
I gasped as after touching me so gently before, with a sudden firmness he thrust one, then two large fingers inside me, a feeling of pleasure so intense that my knees weakened and I thought would conquer me completely, until his thumb brushed over then found my clitoris and started to rub it as he moved his fingers in and out of me, causing the pleasure to build incredibly quickly until I climaxed with a jagged gasp and shudder, my juices coating his hand that was hidden under my skirt.
At that moment, the elevator lights came flooding on, to the cheers and whoops of the other occupants. As the downward motion restarted, I looked up into the sky blue eyes of the man in front of me, and my breath was taken away by this sexy stranger who still secretly kept two fingers held inside me. As the elevator stopped on the next floor, everyone got out, glad to be free, except my secret lover and I.
Knowing we had only minutes, I pushed him against the wall, unzipped his trousers and freed his throbbing member from the confines of his pants. I barely had time to admire its shapeliness before I took him deep into my mouth and sucked hard, feeling his hands in my hair and hearing his appreciative groan. It took seconds, he was so ready, with one flick of my tongue over his tip, he groaned again and filled my mouth with his salty taste, which I swallowed before licking him clean.
We barely had time before the elevator stopped again, doors opening on the ground floor. Without exchanging a word, I exited, turning right, at the same time as he exited, turning left. I knew that I would most likely never see my secret lover again, but I was certainly much less worried about my workload for the afternoon!
Orgasmic myths confirmed.
Ok, so we all know that a sure fire way to a female orgasm is through clitoral stimulation, right? Good. I was fairly sure, in fact COMPLETELY sure that this was the only way I could personally orgasm. Manual stimulation, a nice circular movement, use of a tongue does wonders as does a vibrator pressed against it. I have always been able to climax that way, and can have some pretty damn powerful orgasms.
But there are stories, in women's magazines and erotic literature, of different types of female orgasm. The clitoral, the g-spot, the vaginal and the multiple. The clitoral was the one we all knew about, but these others, well.... slightly more elusive.
Myth 1 - the G-Spot Orgasm
Fairly early into my relationship with Julian, we were in bed, having some pretty steamy foreplay. He was lying on his side, and had pulled my leg over his hips, spreading my legs open. He had slipped a finger inside me and was teasing me as we kissed. After a few minutes I started to feel something unusual, an intense pleasure from where his fingertip was. It took me a moment to realise that he was actually rubbing my g-spot, and that it was working. As we kissed, I could feel the intensity of the pleasure increase until I cried out and held him close, having experienced my first g-spot orgasm. I kissed him intently afterwards, slightly amazed at what had just happened. I told him that nobody had ever done that to me before, naturally he was very proud of his abilities as a lover.
Myth 2 - The Vaginal Orgasm
The first time I spent the whole night with Julian, we made love several times. When we arrived at his house, he pulled me down onto the sofa and started kissing me passionately before telling me that he had to have me, and I had better get upstairs or else he would have no control and take me right there on the floor. I found that to be incredibly sexy.
Sex, as in actual penetration, whilst pleasant, had never held the orgasmic appeal of oral to me. I liked it, but it didn't make me come. But this time, something changed. As I lay on my back, my legs wrapped around him, and Julian gently thrust into me, I started to feel a pleasure that I had never felt before. It built up so softly and sweetly that I didn't really understand what it was until I felt my muscles contract and my body shiver with the pleasure of it. It was an orgasm, and it happened with no clitoral stimulation at all. It was a completely different type of orgasm as well, if you imagine a clitoral orgasm being akin to surfing on a tidal wave, this was a Sunday afternoon paddle on the water - softer, sweeter, but by no means less satisfying. I was in shock, I really had no idea that it was even possible to come with no clitoral stimulation, and yet, I had. It wasn't a one-off, either, it happened between us many times from then on in, and sometimes we even came simultaneously - very sexy with a whisper of "I love you".
Myth 3 - The Multiple Orgasm
This one I will remember for as long as I live. I had spent the evening helping him to unpack and sort out his new place, and we put some rice on to go with the dinner I brought. We were upstairs, I'd made up his bed, and he told me that he was very grateful for all my help and wondered how he could repay me. He started kissing me and swiftly stripped me out of my clothes before laying me down on the bed and using his tongue to tease me to an intense orgasm. As I was recovering, he kissed his way slowly up my body, concentrating on my breasts, and then my neck, before slipping on a condom and making love to me. As soon as he entered me, I felt a wave of pleasure, I started to come immediately, and continued to do so for the whole twenty minutes or so (yes, you read that right) that he made love to me. I moved against him a little, but was basically lost in ecstasy for the whole experience. The orgasm just kept on coming, rolling over and over me like waves on a beach, endless. It was incredible, and the two or three times that it happened between us, were just amazing.
So, I was lucky enough to experience all of these - and hopefully I will again.
But there are stories, in women's magazines and erotic literature, of different types of female orgasm. The clitoral, the g-spot, the vaginal and the multiple. The clitoral was the one we all knew about, but these others, well.... slightly more elusive.
Myth 1 - the G-Spot Orgasm
Fairly early into my relationship with Julian, we were in bed, having some pretty steamy foreplay. He was lying on his side, and had pulled my leg over his hips, spreading my legs open. He had slipped a finger inside me and was teasing me as we kissed. After a few minutes I started to feel something unusual, an intense pleasure from where his fingertip was. It took me a moment to realise that he was actually rubbing my g-spot, and that it was working. As we kissed, I could feel the intensity of the pleasure increase until I cried out and held him close, having experienced my first g-spot orgasm. I kissed him intently afterwards, slightly amazed at what had just happened. I told him that nobody had ever done that to me before, naturally he was very proud of his abilities as a lover.
Myth 2 - The Vaginal Orgasm
The first time I spent the whole night with Julian, we made love several times. When we arrived at his house, he pulled me down onto the sofa and started kissing me passionately before telling me that he had to have me, and I had better get upstairs or else he would have no control and take me right there on the floor. I found that to be incredibly sexy.
Sex, as in actual penetration, whilst pleasant, had never held the orgasmic appeal of oral to me. I liked it, but it didn't make me come. But this time, something changed. As I lay on my back, my legs wrapped around him, and Julian gently thrust into me, I started to feel a pleasure that I had never felt before. It built up so softly and sweetly that I didn't really understand what it was until I felt my muscles contract and my body shiver with the pleasure of it. It was an orgasm, and it happened with no clitoral stimulation at all. It was a completely different type of orgasm as well, if you imagine a clitoral orgasm being akin to surfing on a tidal wave, this was a Sunday afternoon paddle on the water - softer, sweeter, but by no means less satisfying. I was in shock, I really had no idea that it was even possible to come with no clitoral stimulation, and yet, I had. It wasn't a one-off, either, it happened between us many times from then on in, and sometimes we even came simultaneously - very sexy with a whisper of "I love you".
Myth 3 - The Multiple Orgasm
This one I will remember for as long as I live. I had spent the evening helping him to unpack and sort out his new place, and we put some rice on to go with the dinner I brought. We were upstairs, I'd made up his bed, and he told me that he was very grateful for all my help and wondered how he could repay me. He started kissing me and swiftly stripped me out of my clothes before laying me down on the bed and using his tongue to tease me to an intense orgasm. As I was recovering, he kissed his way slowly up my body, concentrating on my breasts, and then my neck, before slipping on a condom and making love to me. As soon as he entered me, I felt a wave of pleasure, I started to come immediately, and continued to do so for the whole twenty minutes or so (yes, you read that right) that he made love to me. I moved against him a little, but was basically lost in ecstasy for the whole experience. The orgasm just kept on coming, rolling over and over me like waves on a beach, endless. It was incredible, and the two or three times that it happened between us, were just amazing.
So, I was lucky enough to experience all of these - and hopefully I will again.
The romance continues
Over the next few weeks, Julian and I met up when we could. We found a little coffee shop where we would meet for coffee after work on a Wednesday, and if we got the sofa by the window, we could surreptitiously hold hands. When he had the house to himself, I went round in the evenings after dinner, and we would talk, chat and kiss before invariably ending up in bed.
I loved his attentions, he would kiss me with such depth, he would stroke my hair, look deeply into my eyes and hold me close as he made love to me. His lovemaking was soft, slow and sensual, to the extent that I wondered if he was holding back... I whispered to him on the third night that we made love that he didn't always have to be just so gentle, and he said that he liked that. He told me later that he knew then he'd have to up his game.
He would be away a lot with work a lot over the next few weeks but email and text played a big part of our relationship. He was always in touch in some way.... and he definitely had a romantic side.
Some email snippets:
I reckon that not only will it take a while to sink in, but it will take some time - and time together - to define. I'm not sure what I expected when posting the ad - it wasn't casual sex, it wasn't marriage, but it wasn't you either. Obviously the surprise has been great.
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I guess I meant that that's what makes all this so real. You're not just someone I clicked with as a friend, you're not just someone I slept with. There's way more going on.
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So there's nothing much to tell, but that's the beauty of this e-mail. I want to tell you everything.
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The idea of waking up next to you, followed by the ability to hold you close as we talk about the day ahead would be a good start. Breakfast in bed. Newspaper, perhaps, or books. Just a slow start. Though there might be some moments of slightly more activity ;-)
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Well our first few Saturday mornings together will be very relaxing... but I'm playing my cards for more than just a few.
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Mushy texting may be over, but mushy feelings remain.
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I'm in the DC public library, which is not conducive to writing e-mails to ones who feel long-lost.
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I've been wandering around all day, wondering how long I can leave it before next e-mailing you. I'm rather pround of lasting three hours. Not sure if I'll get back here today, though. You literally haven't been apart from me today, and I like it like that. I cannot express just how overwhelmed I am by this.
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Hey you... cuddles, love and kisses as I depart.
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As you can see - very endearing. Any wonder I started to fall for him.......
I loved his attentions, he would kiss me with such depth, he would stroke my hair, look deeply into my eyes and hold me close as he made love to me. His lovemaking was soft, slow and sensual, to the extent that I wondered if he was holding back... I whispered to him on the third night that we made love that he didn't always have to be just so gentle, and he said that he liked that. He told me later that he knew then he'd have to up his game.
He would be away a lot with work a lot over the next few weeks but email and text played a big part of our relationship. He was always in touch in some way.... and he definitely had a romantic side.
Some email snippets:
I reckon that not only will it take a while to sink in, but it will take some time - and time together - to define. I'm not sure what I expected when posting the ad - it wasn't casual sex, it wasn't marriage, but it wasn't you either. Obviously the surprise has been great.
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I guess I meant that that's what makes all this so real. You're not just someone I clicked with as a friend, you're not just someone I slept with. There's way more going on.
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So there's nothing much to tell, but that's the beauty of this e-mail. I want to tell you everything.
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The idea of waking up next to you, followed by the ability to hold you close as we talk about the day ahead would be a good start. Breakfast in bed. Newspaper, perhaps, or books. Just a slow start. Though there might be some moments of slightly more activity ;-)
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Well our first few Saturday mornings together will be very relaxing... but I'm playing my cards for more than just a few.
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Mushy texting may be over, but mushy feelings remain.
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I'm in the DC public library, which is not conducive to writing e-mails to ones who feel long-lost.
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I've been wandering around all day, wondering how long I can leave it before next e-mailing you. I'm rather pround of lasting three hours. Not sure if I'll get back here today, though. You literally haven't been apart from me today, and I like it like that. I cannot express just how overwhelmed I am by this.
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Hey you... cuddles, love and kisses as I depart.
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As you can see - very endearing. Any wonder I started to fall for him.......
Wednesday, 21 October 2009
The Morning After the Night Before
I have to say, I liked Julian. A lot. But I also wasn't stupid, I was married, he was married... I didn't know what would happen next but I certainly didn't have high expectations. However, the next morning, I was woken by a buzzing on my phone - a text message from Julian asking, "Are you absorbing?" We considered the fact that neither of us had expected things to go so well, or to get along so well. He wasn't sure if he should apologise for things going so quickly, because he didn't want me to think that was all that he wanted from me. He went on to text, "Goodness knows what's in the time ahead, but I'm very glad we've found each other."
He went on to ask if I could meet him that day and we agreed to meet at the shopping centre near his house. We met at the supermarket part and I had a few things to grab while I was there. When that was done, we walked through the centre, chatting. We vaguely discussed going for a coffee, but it was all so vague... eventually I asked him what he wanted to do. He said that what he really wanted to kiss me, but that he couldn't do it there. I agreed, and after some discussion, we decided to go back to his. When we got there, he brought me into the living room and we sat at the dining room table. He said that it was odd, facing the reality of what we were doing, embarking upon an affair. I asked him if he wanted to stop, and he said that he was sure that he did not.
He started kissing me there, and again, I could feel the passion building from the moment his lips touched mine. It didn't take too long before we moved upstairs again and again my clothes seemed to evaporate in the passion of the embraces. He had confessed to me that he had never received oral in his eight year relationship, and I figured that even if nothing was going to happen between us, that deserved to be changed..... so I kissed my way down his body, stroking him with my hand before taking him into my mouth. His gasp of surprise and pleasure encouraged me to suck and lick him for a few moments as his hands snaked down to entwine themselves in my hair. After a while, I pulled away, and he whispered, "Can I try?" I murmured my assent, and he laid me down before moving down to lie between my legs and tease me with his tongue, making me shiver with delight. He kissed and licked me for a few more minutes before coming back up to kiss me some more, the passion building as we wrapped our arms around each other. Again I could feel his hardness pressed up against me, and it felt good... so I asked him, very softly, if he wanted me. With a kiss, he told me he did, and then, slipping on a condom, pushed himself in side me. He made love to me slowly and gently, each movement sweet and thrilling. As we made love, he kissed me and held me tightly. When it was over, we cuddled and kissed some more, we talked and laughed, felt comfortable and contented.
Eventually, we had to move. I helped him to change the sheets on the bed before I left, and he kissed me goodbye before I went. I didn't know when I would see him again, but I hoped it would be soon.
He went on to ask if I could meet him that day and we agreed to meet at the shopping centre near his house. We met at the supermarket part and I had a few things to grab while I was there. When that was done, we walked through the centre, chatting. We vaguely discussed going for a coffee, but it was all so vague... eventually I asked him what he wanted to do. He said that what he really wanted to kiss me, but that he couldn't do it there. I agreed, and after some discussion, we decided to go back to his. When we got there, he brought me into the living room and we sat at the dining room table. He said that it was odd, facing the reality of what we were doing, embarking upon an affair. I asked him if he wanted to stop, and he said that he was sure that he did not.
He started kissing me there, and again, I could feel the passion building from the moment his lips touched mine. It didn't take too long before we moved upstairs again and again my clothes seemed to evaporate in the passion of the embraces. He had confessed to me that he had never received oral in his eight year relationship, and I figured that even if nothing was going to happen between us, that deserved to be changed..... so I kissed my way down his body, stroking him with my hand before taking him into my mouth. His gasp of surprise and pleasure encouraged me to suck and lick him for a few moments as his hands snaked down to entwine themselves in my hair. After a while, I pulled away, and he whispered, "Can I try?" I murmured my assent, and he laid me down before moving down to lie between my legs and tease me with his tongue, making me shiver with delight. He kissed and licked me for a few more minutes before coming back up to kiss me some more, the passion building as we wrapped our arms around each other. Again I could feel his hardness pressed up against me, and it felt good... so I asked him, very softly, if he wanted me. With a kiss, he told me he did, and then, slipping on a condom, pushed himself in side me. He made love to me slowly and gently, each movement sweet and thrilling. As we made love, he kissed me and held me tightly. When it was over, we cuddled and kissed some more, we talked and laughed, felt comfortable and contented.
Eventually, we had to move. I helped him to change the sheets on the bed before I left, and he kissed me goodbye before I went. I didn't know when I would see him again, but I hoped it would be soon.
Monday, 19 October 2009
Blind date
Saturday, in March. I had planned, after weeks of texting, to meet Julian in town at a local Starbucks. I had been to a beauty salon that day as a birthday treat from a friend, had a facial and a manicure, and I took time with my hair and makeup. I was wearing my glasses, and I wore bootcut jeans with a raspberry silk vest top, a black cashmere cardigan and really cute little raspberry shoes.
I arrived at the designated meeting spot, and waited. My stomach was in knots - what if he didn't turn up? What if he did turn up and he was a prat? Or an axe murderer? So, after a minute or two of waiting, I heard a soft, cultured voice call my name. My first thought was that I thought he would be taller - he has said he was 5ft11, and he didn't seem much taller than me. I certainly wasn't wearing 5" heels!
He said that there was a little out of the way coffee shop around the corner, and we walked. I started to feel slightly uneasy after a few minutes when we left the 'city' part and things started to look decidedly residential, but the coffee shop was where he said it would be. Unfortunately it was also closed, so we headed back to Starbucks. He bought me a cup of tea and we got a nice table with comfy seats by the window. The conversation just flowed effortlessly, we talked like we were old friends. There were no awkward silences, and we had a lot in common, similar families, similar jobs, there was a lot of notes to compare. We were talking and laughing, it just felt really natural. And by this time, I had decided that he was definitely cute. He had told me that his mother was Indian, but he didn't have Indian features as such, just lovely tanned skin, dark hair, chocolately brown eyes and a really nice smile.
It came to that point where we had finished our tea and coffee and had to move on, but where to? Therin lay the awkwardness. As we stepped outside, the evening had cooled slightly, and he intimated that the offer for pizza was still on the table. We went in his car, leaving my car parked in town, and he took me home with him. Yes, I know this breaks all the rules of common sense, but I felt safe, somehow.
We arrived at his house, he installed me on the sofa and got me a drink of water. He had three cats, who showed varying amounts of interest as he put the pizza in the oven and we continued to chat, by now comparing crappy marriage stories. He told me that his wife was seriously depressed, and that on occasion she had even hit him, and that their sex life was non existent. I told him a bit more about my situation and we empathised. Then we shared the pizza and some chips, and chatted on.
Eventually there came a point, where it became obvious that something was going to have to happen. We were sitting beside each other, one of the cats between us, and we were both petting the cat. As our hands touched, he took my hand, pulled me close and kissed me. Again, although I definitely found him attractive, I didn't know until that moment if I would feel any chemistry, but oh my goodness, was there chemistry. My pulse raced, my palms and wrists tingled and I felt a shiver down my spine. The kiss deepened, his hand moving up to softly brush my face, gesture both sensually erotic and tender. My hands rested on his waist and he gently ran his hand over my shoulder and down my arm, kissing me deeply, before moving his lips along to my chin, and down my neck. I have a serious weakness for having my neck kissed, it renders me quivering with desire, and he exploited this mercilessly, planting feather soft kisses down my neck and twitching my cardigan aside to kiss my shoulder and collarbone as well. The cat had been shooed to the floor and we were lost in the passion of our embrace... almost. It was at this point that I realised I was allergic to cats.
One of the three cats that tried to get to me through my allergies. This one was extra sneaky, he employed cuddles as a tactic.
My breathing, which had quickened with passion, became increasingly laboured until I can only describe the sound that came from my throat as deeply unattractive wheezing. Concerned, Julian stopped kissing me to ask if i was alright, I think he was afraid I was going to die on his sofa. I assured him I was fine, or as fine as I could be under the circumstances of an allergic reaction, and he tentatively suggested that upstairs might be less infested with cat hair, and therefore provide a more comfortable breathing environment. I knew full well that if I went upstairs with him that more kissing would ensue.... but I wanted more kissing. I wanted to feel sexy and wanted, and kissing did that.
We went into his bedroom and I sat down on the bed. I had left my shoes downstairs, and I took my cardigan off as it was warm. The room was dark, dimly lit, and he sat beside me for a kiss, before laying me down to kiss me some more. His kisses were just right, firm and tender, with just enough tongue..... sending shivers through me and making me feel sexy and filled with desire. He moved his hands over my clothes, feeling my curves and stroking my skin that was exposed, before pulling my hand to sit me up and removing first my top and then my bra. Laying me down again he kissed my neck while stroking my breasts before hungrily kissing them and taking my nipples into his mouth, one after the other. His mouth felt hot and his tongue teased me while his hands traversed my body. I pulled at his shirt, and it seemed to almost melt away, then ran my hands over his body. He wasn't skinny or fat as such, somewhere in between, and I liked it. Big enough to make me feel in proportion without being too big, and I really loved his hairiness. As we continued to kiss, his hands found the buttons of my jeans and he unbuttoned them, then slipped them off, my underwear with them. His trousers hit the floor shortly after.
So there we were, on the bed in the dark, kissing, naked ...... there was a small part of me that couldn't quite believe it was happening. He softly stroked between my legs with his fingers, catching a hint of my wetness, and I ran my hand over his hardness but mostly concentrated on kissing and touching all over. As we moved around we found ourselves to be very close, me on my back, him on top of me, between my thighs, his hardness just brushing my entrance.. and he asked if he should get a condom. I said I thought it was too soon, and he kissed me deeply some more, paying more attention to my breasts.
At some point, I said, "Julian, I really do like you......"
He replied, "Oh, I know.. you too ..... can you slip away again tomorrow?"
Eventually it occurred to me to check the time, I really needed to be home before midnight, and it was just after 11. Kissing me heartily, he said he didn't want me to get in trouble the first time. I responded saucily, "You think there'll be more times?" and he was very clear that he didn't bring girls home and snog them very often, so yes.
Giggling I said something that I had had no intention of saying that night. "Did you see where my knickers went?" and when I had composed myself, he drove me back to my car. It didn't feel weird or awkward at all, and he kissed me again when he dropped me off and promised to be in touch soon.
I went home, and went to bed with my heart racing. It had been so lovely to be held and kissed, touched and wanted. I didn't know if what would happen next, but it was exciting. Nothing could have prepared me for how things progressed from there...
I arrived at the designated meeting spot, and waited. My stomach was in knots - what if he didn't turn up? What if he did turn up and he was a prat? Or an axe murderer? So, after a minute or two of waiting, I heard a soft, cultured voice call my name. My first thought was that I thought he would be taller - he has said he was 5ft11, and he didn't seem much taller than me. I certainly wasn't wearing 5" heels!
He said that there was a little out of the way coffee shop around the corner, and we walked. I started to feel slightly uneasy after a few minutes when we left the 'city' part and things started to look decidedly residential, but the coffee shop was where he said it would be. Unfortunately it was also closed, so we headed back to Starbucks. He bought me a cup of tea and we got a nice table with comfy seats by the window. The conversation just flowed effortlessly, we talked like we were old friends. There were no awkward silences, and we had a lot in common, similar families, similar jobs, there was a lot of notes to compare. We were talking and laughing, it just felt really natural. And by this time, I had decided that he was definitely cute. He had told me that his mother was Indian, but he didn't have Indian features as such, just lovely tanned skin, dark hair, chocolately brown eyes and a really nice smile.
It came to that point where we had finished our tea and coffee and had to move on, but where to? Therin lay the awkwardness. As we stepped outside, the evening had cooled slightly, and he intimated that the offer for pizza was still on the table. We went in his car, leaving my car parked in town, and he took me home with him. Yes, I know this breaks all the rules of common sense, but I felt safe, somehow.
We arrived at his house, he installed me on the sofa and got me a drink of water. He had three cats, who showed varying amounts of interest as he put the pizza in the oven and we continued to chat, by now comparing crappy marriage stories. He told me that his wife was seriously depressed, and that on occasion she had even hit him, and that their sex life was non existent. I told him a bit more about my situation and we empathised. Then we shared the pizza and some chips, and chatted on.
Eventually there came a point, where it became obvious that something was going to have to happen. We were sitting beside each other, one of the cats between us, and we were both petting the cat. As our hands touched, he took my hand, pulled me close and kissed me. Again, although I definitely found him attractive, I didn't know until that moment if I would feel any chemistry, but oh my goodness, was there chemistry. My pulse raced, my palms and wrists tingled and I felt a shiver down my spine. The kiss deepened, his hand moving up to softly brush my face, gesture both sensually erotic and tender. My hands rested on his waist and he gently ran his hand over my shoulder and down my arm, kissing me deeply, before moving his lips along to my chin, and down my neck. I have a serious weakness for having my neck kissed, it renders me quivering with desire, and he exploited this mercilessly, planting feather soft kisses down my neck and twitching my cardigan aside to kiss my shoulder and collarbone as well. The cat had been shooed to the floor and we were lost in the passion of our embrace... almost. It was at this point that I realised I was allergic to cats.
One of the three cats that tried to get to me through my allergies. This one was extra sneaky, he employed cuddles as a tactic.
My breathing, which had quickened with passion, became increasingly laboured until I can only describe the sound that came from my throat as deeply unattractive wheezing. Concerned, Julian stopped kissing me to ask if i was alright, I think he was afraid I was going to die on his sofa. I assured him I was fine, or as fine as I could be under the circumstances of an allergic reaction, and he tentatively suggested that upstairs might be less infested with cat hair, and therefore provide a more comfortable breathing environment. I knew full well that if I went upstairs with him that more kissing would ensue.... but I wanted more kissing. I wanted to feel sexy and wanted, and kissing did that.
We went into his bedroom and I sat down on the bed. I had left my shoes downstairs, and I took my cardigan off as it was warm. The room was dark, dimly lit, and he sat beside me for a kiss, before laying me down to kiss me some more. His kisses were just right, firm and tender, with just enough tongue..... sending shivers through me and making me feel sexy and filled with desire. He moved his hands over my clothes, feeling my curves and stroking my skin that was exposed, before pulling my hand to sit me up and removing first my top and then my bra. Laying me down again he kissed my neck while stroking my breasts before hungrily kissing them and taking my nipples into his mouth, one after the other. His mouth felt hot and his tongue teased me while his hands traversed my body. I pulled at his shirt, and it seemed to almost melt away, then ran my hands over his body. He wasn't skinny or fat as such, somewhere in between, and I liked it. Big enough to make me feel in proportion without being too big, and I really loved his hairiness. As we continued to kiss, his hands found the buttons of my jeans and he unbuttoned them, then slipped them off, my underwear with them. His trousers hit the floor shortly after.
So there we were, on the bed in the dark, kissing, naked ...... there was a small part of me that couldn't quite believe it was happening. He softly stroked between my legs with his fingers, catching a hint of my wetness, and I ran my hand over his hardness but mostly concentrated on kissing and touching all over. As we moved around we found ourselves to be very close, me on my back, him on top of me, between my thighs, his hardness just brushing my entrance.. and he asked if he should get a condom. I said I thought it was too soon, and he kissed me deeply some more, paying more attention to my breasts.
At some point, I said, "Julian, I really do like you......"
He replied, "Oh, I know.. you too ..... can you slip away again tomorrow?"
Eventually it occurred to me to check the time, I really needed to be home before midnight, and it was just after 11. Kissing me heartily, he said he didn't want me to get in trouble the first time. I responded saucily, "You think there'll be more times?" and he was very clear that he didn't bring girls home and snog them very often, so yes.
Giggling I said something that I had had no intention of saying that night. "Did you see where my knickers went?" and when I had composed myself, he drove me back to my car. It didn't feel weird or awkward at all, and he kissed me again when he dropped me off and promised to be in touch soon.
I went home, and went to bed with my heart racing. It had been so lovely to be held and kissed, touched and wanted. I didn't know if what would happen next, but it was exciting. Nothing could have prepared me for how things progressed from there...
Sunday, 18 October 2009
Online Dating sites
As well as browsing Literotica, I considered the possibility of actually meeting someone in person. But I had no idea of how to go about it. I don't go out to bars, my social scene involves people I've known for years, and who know me as being married!
So I googled local dating, and came up with a website .... Gumtree. As well as classified ads for everything imaginable, they also have a dating section. Using my city as a basis, I read the 'men seeking women' ads. And ... Oh. My. God. There are some odd requests out there. Men looking for casual sex, well, that is fair enough. Men looking for women to watch them masturbate, to just receive or give oral, or to meet them in a car, essentially blind, and fuck there and then.
I browsed the ads for weeks, some of the requests are truly bizarre, and I must confess, I found them to be fascinating. Given my limited sexual experience, I was thrilled and filled with an almost morbid curiosity about other people's sexual desires. From the site tonight, here are a few choice snippets of what men are looking for . . . . . .
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Why is this so hard? Why do I have strange people contacting me?
NB: B-L area only
Long standing Dominant looking for a true and honest female submissive for training. Prefer newcomer but someone already into the lifestyle is fine - but no SAM/brats.
This is a lifestyle choice. No swingers, sex seekers and the like. Only BDSM!
Please be honest about this - no timewasters.
I know there are femmes out there who read this and think "This is me, but I am afraid to answer".
I have met such people and they are really not what they think (a sub/slave) - are you totally sub/slave?
I am looking for a real, long term sub. Due to family health I cannot accommodate.
RSVP
NB: B-L area only
Long standing Dominant looking for a true and honest female submissive for training. Prefer newcomer but someone already into the lifestyle is fine - but no SAM/brats.
This is a lifestyle choice. No swingers, sex seekers and the like. Only BDSM!
Please be honest about this - no timewasters.
I know there are femmes out there who read this and think "This is me, but I am afraid to answer".
I have met such people and they are really not what they think (a sub/slave) - are you totally sub/slave?
I am looking for a real, long term sub. Due to family health I cannot accommodate.
RSVP
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Hi ladies. I'm attached but not married & i have a freebie next saturday night 17/10/09. Will consider from 18 to 40 years old but you must not be clingy. I'm pretty open minded & hope you will be the same. I can travel & acommodate so getting a place won't be an issue. I'm good looking, decent build (not stringy or fat) & can perform quite well, love giving oral & im bloody good at it Pics will obviously be swapped 1st before any meeting takes place & maybe a chat too if thats important to you. Text preferrable on (mobile phone number)
On MSN too
On MSN too
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Have you a fantasy of paying a man for fun?
Do you have jobs that need doing around your home that you would pay me to do?
I am looking for a wee job on the side. Are you a lonely lady that needs a mans company for whatever. If your paying I'll be there.
Very open minded so should be able to accomodate your requirements.
Do you have jobs that need doing around your home that you would pay me to do?
I am looking for a wee job on the side. Are you a lonely lady that needs a mans company for whatever. If your paying I'll be there.
Very open minded so should be able to accomodate your requirements.
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Attractive Male, Looking for a female to piss all over him, If she would like to be pissed on too this can also be arranged but is not essential. It doesn't matter what age, size or colour you are, This invite open to ALL females who likes the thought of using me as a human toilet.
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OK HERE IT GOES.
IM 30 AND FOR A GOOD PART OF MY LIFE I HAVE WANTED TO BE WITH AN OLDER WOMAN,IVE RECENTLY CAME INTO SOME MONEY DUE TO A CLAIM AND IM LOOKING TO BLOW A GOOD BIT OF IT BY SPENDING A HOUR OR NIGHT OR WHATEVER WITH SOME ONE OLDER THAN MY SELF.
IM WILLING TO BOOK A HOTEL AND PAY FOR EVERYTHING,IM GUESSING U CAN UNDERSTAND WHAT IM LOOKING IN RETURN.IM WILLING TO PAY 300 FOR AN HOUR WITH SOMEONE,NOT LOOKING ANYTHING KINKY JUST STRAIGHT SEX.
WOULD PRF 45PLUS BUT AM OPEN TO OFFERS AND YOUR PRIVACY IS ASSURED AS IS MINE,IM GOOD LOOKING,WELL SO IM TOLD LOL AND WORK OUT 3TIMES A WEEK AT A LOCAL GYM.
100%GENUINE ANSWERS ONLY PLEASE.
THANKS FOR READING
IM 30 AND FOR A GOOD PART OF MY LIFE I HAVE WANTED TO BE WITH AN OLDER WOMAN,IVE RECENTLY CAME INTO SOME MONEY DUE TO A CLAIM AND IM LOOKING TO BLOW A GOOD BIT OF IT BY SPENDING A HOUR OR NIGHT OR WHATEVER WITH SOME ONE OLDER THAN MY SELF.
IM WILLING TO BOOK A HOTEL AND PAY FOR EVERYTHING,IM GUESSING U CAN UNDERSTAND WHAT IM LOOKING IN RETURN.IM WILLING TO PAY 300 FOR AN HOUR WITH SOMEONE,NOT LOOKING ANYTHING KINKY JUST STRAIGHT SEX.
WOULD PRF 45PLUS BUT AM OPEN TO OFFERS AND YOUR PRIVACY IS ASSURED AS IS MINE,IM GOOD LOOKING,WELL SO IM TOLD LOL AND WORK OUT 3TIMES A WEEK AT A LOCAL GYM.
100%GENUINE ANSWERS ONLY PLEASE.
THANKS FOR READING
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Hello ladies, i am a tall dark and handsome male who is presently trapped in a loveless marriage, i am looking for an attractive horny woman to awaken the fire inside me again. i have a large cock and can travel to be with you whenever i have some down-time. I know I work too hard but I have to concentrate on something eh? I love woman who are sexually liberated and know what they want. I enjoy foreplay immensely and love giving oral. Would prefer you to be shaved, nothing so nice. get in touch WITH a photo and I will be in touch soon.look forward to hearing from you.
PS The dirtier the email the quicker i'll reply.
PS The dirtier the email the quicker i'll reply.
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ill get naked and hard, wank on cam as you watch
ill get my fleshlight out and put lube over my thick hard cock
then ill fuck the fleshlight in what ever position you tell me to as you watch along
ill get my fleshlight out and put lube over my thick hard cock
then ill fuck the fleshlight in what ever position you tell me to as you watch along
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I mean, seriously ..... what is going on there! The world is full of crazy people!
But there were two ads that I replied to. They're not there now, sadly I didn't save them. One was a guy, fairly local, looking for no strings sex, saying that looks weren't important. I replied to that one because I was worried that my looks wouldn't be very good. The other was a married man, stated quite plainly that he was educated, intelligent, married, unfulfilled.... He was a similar age to me, and I thought that his situation being similar to mine might be a good thing.
So, the first guy, Chris, emailed me back and forth a few times, and we exchanged photos. He looked nice in his photo, and he said that he thought I looked gorgeous, which was an ego boost.
I was also emailing Julian, the married guy. He seemed nice enough as well, although I wasn't sure from his photo if I would really fancy him in person.
After a week or so of emailing, Chris asked me to meet him, and we agreed to meet on a Friday night in a coffee shop in town. When we turned up, I knew immediately that nothing would happen. I didn't fancy him at all. He seemed really nice, we were both deathly nervous, and we chatted over a cup of tea. He was just not my type, and we talked for about an hour before I made my excuses to leave. He seemed quite disappointed, he seemed to think that I would actually jump in his car and go home with him for rampant sex there and then!
But he lived in a dodgy part of town, there was no way I would be going there, and he just wasn't my type. I did go away with a spring in my step, though - he clearly fancied me.
When I got home, I had emails from Julian. He came on to yahoo chat, and we video chatted for hours, it was really fun and he looked much nicer on cam than he had in his picture. I knew that I was free the whole next day and he commented that his wife was away for the weekend.... on impulse I asked did he want to meet me for dinner the next night. We arranged to meet at a neutral coffee shop, with the option of going out for dinner, or going back to his to share his pizza......
Online chat rooms
Sitting up, watching tv, feeling bored, I went to a rather interesting website; www.literotica.com
and I used the online chat function. I set up an account, a cute little username and I chatted to guys.
It was safe and fun, I would describe myself accurately, not pretend to be a supermodel or anything. I would also discuss sexual fantasies and desires..... sometimes if the conversations got hot and heavy I would use my rampant rabbit and bring myself to orgasm while I chatted. Often guys there would offer me their phone number, but I liked the anonymity of vanishing once I closed the window.
The only problem with Lit chat is that it can be glitchy. So sometimes if you were in the middle of a conversation, the whole thing would crash, which would be frustrating. Sometimes, guys would ask for a yahoo chat address, and I didn't have one. I didn't want to use my real email address, so I set one up that I could use. I chatted to a few guys there, and there were a few that stood out in particular.
David lives in Texas and was the first person who persuaded me to turn on my webcam. I was mortified at the thought, especially when I realised that I could see myself as well! I just thought I looked AWFUL, but I made sure I was wearing a nice outfit and had some makeup on! David is a lovely guy - we weren't talking about sex stuff at all really, just chatting, and he could see me. I could see him as well, and it was fun. He told me I looked good, and even though I could see too much flabbiness and felt gross in general, it was great to hear. We talked for weeks, and still talk now, he has been a good friend, sometimes we talk about boring stuff, sometimes we flirt a little, sometimes I turn on the camera and tease him by using my rampant rabbit and letting him watch. I don't really know what is so appealing about watching that, but hey, it turns him on, and it is really rather sexy knowing there is someone there who is extremely turned on by watching you. I have to admit that when horny, and using my rabbit.... I do get off on having an online voyeur.
There's also Matt in England, who is turned on by stockings, tights, high heels and nail polish. Sometimes at night, I would turn the cam on for him and let him watch me paint my nails.... he really gets off on that. I have no idea why, but it seems pretty harmless and fun.
There's Lee in Tennessee who is quite the voyeur and loves to see any nakedness he can, especially if there is some silk and lace involved..... He hasn't been online for a while, I hope he's ok.
Dennis is Dutch and chats to me daily, but he's only 22. He's really cute and sweet and he likes to chat about ordinary stuff as well.
There is also Caleb, the golfer, also American. He is fun to talk to, not about very often, but always pops in to say hi when he sees me. He tells me I'm sexy and hot, which is always nice.
Owen is English, he is very dry and cynical. He and I tend to talk about lives and relationships, and he is quick to tell me to not be so nice, to remember that people are bastards and are almost guaranteed to let you down. He's good for a reality check! He also has a nice smile, when he can be persuaded to actually smile.
And finally there is the 25 year old English guy (whose name I forget, oops) and he tells me exclusively about his sexual adventures - as nobody in his real life knows that he is bisexual. It is rather odd to hear a man say that he loves cock and that the taste of cum is gorgeous! Still, there is an honesty there that is really fun, and he loves the fact that I don't judge him.
The aftermath....
So one night of passion seriously messed with my head for a while. I wasn't sure about how I felt, what it meant for my friendship with Malcolm, or anything. Don't go thinking that infidelity is easy, it really isn't.
Malcolm and I bickered for a bit over the next few weeks, oscillating between saying that I couldn't do it again and him wanting to, then me saying I'd like to but I wasn't sure..... it all got messy and awkward for a while but we managed to smooth things out.
The other thing I decided was that I needed to try and improve things with my husband. I spent months talking to him, trying to address our problems. He fully admitted that there was a problem, but that he couldn't seem to do anything about it. He couldn't bring himself to show any affection for me and he had no desire.
Things came to a head on my birthday. He took me away for the night to a lovely hotel in a gorgeous little town that I love. We spent the day wandering around, taking photographs, walking .... it was lovely. We had a drink in the bar and then had a couple of hours to kill before dinner was booked.
Picture the scene - seaside resort, hotel room, married couple, my birthday..... very romantic setting, no? He was lying on the bed, relaxing before dinner, and I thought it would be an ideal time to try to inject a little romance into the evening. I stripped off, was wearing a new underwear set, pale blue silk matching bra and knickers, very pretty. I came over and straddled him on the bed, kissing him tenderly, and took his hands.
After a moment, he pulled away and asked me to stop. I was bitterly disappointed, but decided not to make a scene. I got ready for dinner, and we did have a lovely meal.
After dinner, I had a bath in the huge cast iron bathtub in the bathroom - it took 45 minutes to fill. He got into the bath with me and we talked. I explained that every time he rejected me, it made me less likely to try again, it hurt. I reminded him that his lack of need was limited just to him, and that he wasn't being fair to me. He agreed, but again said that he didn't know what he could do - he just didn't have it in him.
On the way home, we talked more. I mentioned a friend of mine in a similar situation, and she had a lover. Her husband had accepted the situation. We didn't talk about it any further, but there was a definite sad feeling between us.
A week later, we slept together for the last time. It was awful. I asked him to come to bed with me, he declined. I got upset, I cried. I felt hurt and rejected, I couldn't understand why he would continue to be so hurtful when he knew how it made me feel. Then he said he would and of course by that time I didn't want to any more...... but I couldn't then turn around and say no after making such a fuss. So we had sex but it was awful for both of us and I felt horrendous afterwards. It was just awful.
A few weeks later, we talked again, and he suggested that I could go down the open marriage route. If I needed affection, sex..... and he couldn't provide it, then I should get it elsewhere. He even suggested I could go and see Malcolm. That was kind of hurtful, but at the same time, gave me carte blanche to find sexual release outside of the marriage. I didn't know if I could be with anyone else, and I wasn't just going to run across country to meet Malcolm.
I felt upset - surely what I want isn't so complicated that I need to get it from two different men? Plus I still didn't really think I'd be able to find anyone that would actually like me.......
I didn't know what to do next, but the internet is an interesting place, and that was where I ended up....
Saturday, 17 October 2009
Meeting Malcolm
So after years of build up and months of texting, here it was. Meeting Malcolm for the first time, and with a definite sexual agenda. I was terrified - had never had sex with anyone other than my husband, and it had been so long I really wasn't sure what I was doing.
We had texted lots and lots, even discussed clothing and underwear.... and so on the evening in question I dressed for the reunion very very carefully.
I showered and then blow dried my long hair, did my makeup carefully and put in my contact lenses. I sprayed on some Dior Pure Poison Elixir perfume and started to get dressed. I had bought especially a black silk and lace bra from Janet Reger, with matching French knickers and suspenders. I paired these with sheer black stockings, then slipped on a black silk dress that falls just below the knee, and black patent leather heeled shoes. I felt pretty good.
The plan was to pick him up at the airport, get him checked into his hotel and then head out for dinner....... that was the plan. Certainly the first part of it worked out ok.
I got parked near the hotel and we went in. As soon as we got out of the car, we had a big hug... was so nice to see each other after so long. I waited in the hotel lobby as he checked in, feeling very aware of the suspenders under my dress and my coat.
We got into the lift, making small talk, my heart was pounding the whole time. I didn't know what was going to happen when I got into his room with him. We got into the room, I took off my coat and Malcolm said, "Come here, you" and folded me into his arms for a big hug. I buried my face in his chest and hugged him back, until he leaned back slightly, raised his hand to my chin to tilt my head back, and kissed me.
That was the deciding moment - I had known that when he kissed me, I would know what to do, and I was shot through with lust, desire, longing. I kissed him back, softly and gently. After what seemed like a lifetime, he gently pulled away and whispered that I should relax. I was going to argue that I was fine, but then I realised that every muscle in my body was tense. I smiled as best as I could, but I was trembling slightly. Realising that he needed to tread carefully, he sat me down on the bed and made me a cup of tea while he had a shower to freshen up.
By the time he came back, I was a little calmer. He was dressed, I was still sitting on the bed. He came over and sat beside me, and said that he had to know what was under the dress. He slid his hand gently up under the skirt, smiling as he reached the top of the stockings, then parted my legs slightly so that his fingers could brush the fabric of my knickers. Then, looking at me very intently, he slipped the fabric to one side and stroked my skin before gently sliding a finger inside to feel my wetness. For minutes he skilfully manipulated me, making me taut with pleasure and my heart race. Then, I felt things were going a little too fast, and I asked him to stop. He asked why, and I said I wanted him to. He took me then for a drink in the hotel bar.
After the drink we went back to the room and ordered room service, ate and chatted, reminiscing over old times and so on, until eventually we were just chatting. He asked about my tattoo on my foot, which he couldn't see through the stockings, and asked if he could see it. I commented that I would have to remove them, and realised that if I removed them there, it would look really awkward and silly...... so I asked if he could help me.
I stood up and he slid his hands gently up my legs to unclip the suspender belt, caressing the bare skin in between, making me shiver. With the stockings freed, he ran hands up further to softly stroke my underwear, before hooking his fingers into the waistband and drawing them down to the floor. He took my hand and laid me down on the chair in the room, that had a matching footstool and sitting near me, slid his fingers inside me again. I was helpless to do anything but feel the pleasure of his fingers inside me and his thumbs rubbing against my clitoris until I was shuddering with an orgasm so strong that I was actually dizzy from it.
Then he stood in front of me, pulled me to a sitting position by my hand and removed his trousers, then his underwear. As I saw his sheer size in front of me, I was definitely trepidatious, and I knew he wanted me to take him into my mouth, but I did not have the courage. He laid me down again and bending down to kiss me, pushed himself inside me. I wasn't prepared for the feeling of fullness, for the pleasure of it as he thrust in and out of me. He felt so hard and oh so good, raising my legs to wrap around his waist, my head back in pleasure as I gasped with every thrust. After what seemed like an eternity, he withdrew, took me by the hand and led me to the bed where he held me and we talked. He wanted to make sure I had no regrets, I wasn't going to hate him for this. I felt fairly conflicted, as you can imagine, but I was ok with it.
We cuddled and chatted until we started kissing, and the kissing grew more intense until he growled that he wanted me again, and after I nodded my assent, he again thrust himself inside me, this time lifting my legs over his shoulders to penetrate me deeply, bending down to kiss me and hold me. It was hard, and passionate, and very hot, as I gasped and moaned and he thrust into me relentlessly. Each thrust was like a new wave of pleasure and I loved it.
Again he withdrew and he held me some more, we talked, we laughed, and made love again before it was time for me to leave and go home. I was exhausted but excited, I could barely sleep with thinking about what had just happened.
That was the first time I ever cheated on my husband, and it blew my mind. I spent weeks freaking out about it, feeling conflicted, it took much longer than I thought to come to terms with it. Plus I ached for days, my thighs and stomach muscles definitely felt like I had had a workout!
From there..... well, you will have to read on to find out how I developed sexually.
Good Girl Gone Bad
So there I was, aged 29 and had only ever been with one man. I like sex, I enjoy it, it makes me feel good. But unfortunately my husband, five years into our eleven year relationship, had lost all interest in sex.
This led to several problems, in our relationship and for me personally. I took it personally, I gained weight, I felt unattractive, I comfort ate, I gained more weight...... We argued, we grew further and further apart. And I grew increasingly sexually frustrated.
I took steps by myself to deal with this, Ann Summers got a lot of my business, and the Rampant Rabbit deluxe got me through some tough times.
The fact that I had gained so much weight meant that looking outside the marriage for sex seemed unthinkable. I felt so unattractive that I thought nobody would want me.
Two things changed this - the attentions of an old boyfriend who never quite went away, and my decision to lose some weight.
Malcolm is an old old friend. We met and had a summer romance when we were both 19, and ten years later we were still in touch. He would diligently keep in touch by text and phone, no matter where in the world he was, and if I was drunk, I would engage in some naughty texting. He would often ask to meet me... but I hadn't seen him in person since I was 21 and I was sure that if we met again he wouldn't fancy me any more. And I so loved the fact that he did fancy me from afar.... I didn't want to lose that. So I constantly put him off, which he put down to me not trusting him. Ack!
But then I started to lose weight and gain a tiny amount of confidence. Plus I started to confide in Malcolm what was going on in my marriage - I probably shouldn't have, but I did. And he spent months telling me that I was not the one to blame, it was not me being unattractive, I was sexy, I was hot........ until I believed enough that if we met he wouldn't vomit at the very sight of me.
And then came the first adventure - he came to visit on 12th December 2008. He booked a room in a hotel in town, he was in for just one night.
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