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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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.