A New Hope...

Alright.  You have to forgive the cheesy Star Wars reference in the title but I just spent my weekend rewatching all six of the movies and my inner nerd couldn't help itself.  I think it is time to introduce you to someone I will call Mr. Rogers.

Mr. Rogers and I met after he contacted me on AM.  After the usual "getting to know you" dance through texts, emails, and calls, he asked me to meet him.  I told him which town I live in and was shocked when he gave me his address.  He is  approximately ten minutes from my home.  Howdy neighbor.  Will this end horribly???  Well, you will just have to wait and see...

I only had thirty minutes to escape.  He asked me to come over to his house and although I felt very nervous about that, I agreed.  I followed his directions and soon was knocking on the door of a perfectly nice house in a perfectly nice neighborhood.  Mr. Rogers answered the door and thankfully he looked like his picture.  I stepped inside and he closed the door.  I laughed about how nervous I was to meet him. He then pulled me in close and kissed me very deeply.  I felt it down to my toes.  It was very good and yet things were happening so fast I couldn't think. 

He removed my pants and asked me if I wanted to sit on his couch.  As we walked the four steps he effortlessly lost his pants and as I sat down he was all over me.  Kissing me, lifting my blouse and sucking my nipples, rubbing my clit with his hand.  The next thing I knew he was licking and sucking my clit while his finger slipped inside me preparing me for his cock. It was hard to relax and let go but he felt so good.  He was heavier than his profile and although his weight is not a problem for me, he was on top of me and I knew if things went bad, I was in trouble.  He slipped his hard dick inside me and  was  thrusting deeper and deeper until we both came.  I knew I was past my thirty minutes and I had to get out of there.  I cleaned myself up and as I was leaving he grabbed my arm and told me next time we would talk before we fucked so I wouldn't be so nervous.

I broke every rule I have for myself.  He is practically a neighbor, I fucked him on his living room sofa with pictures of his wife and kids staring at me, and I barely know him.
This is probably another bad idea but I was always taught to be kind to the neighbors.

The Most Wonderful Time of the Year...

Turkey, football, family.  I love the fall holidays.

I can beg the Husband.  I can plead.  He will refuse.  Unless, of course, we have an overnight guest.  For whatever reason, the Husband gets aroused and playful when we are surrounded by friends or family.  For example...

Thanksgiving.

Parents, siblings, nieces, and nephews crowded my tiny house and sacked out anywhere they could find a spot.  As we settled in to bed he whispers into my ear... "I want your ass."  Great.  He not only wants sex, he wants anal sex.  He will not wait for everyone to go to sleep.  He tells me to be a nice quiet girl.  He slips my pants and underwear down in one quick motion.  He rolls me over onto my stomach and I hear the lube being squirted onto his hand.  The cold slick lube makes me gasp and he uses his fingers to prepare me.  He is anxious to begin and he quickly slides his very hard cock into my ass.  I want to moan from pleasure but I am afraid one of the twenty guests will hear me. 

It becomes a game.  He knows I have extremely intense orgasms from this type of play and my audible expression of pleasure is usually beyond my control.  He is thrusting into me harder and deeper trying to make me yell out.  I bury my face into the pillow and everytime I want to cry out I think about that oh-so awkward breakfast talk awaiting me if I do. 

He finally finishes and we hit the shower.  I don't know why company makes him so playful but it is another reason I love the holidays.  Bring on the Christmas guests!

Idle hands...

So I get a day to myself. Completely alone. Should I rake up the leaves in my yard? Nope. Clean up the house for the upcoming crush of holiday guests. No, that can wait. Maybe I should sit down and figure out a solution to the country's financial woes? No, I have a better idea. I am going to spend the entire day in bed with my vibrator.
Bisous! Are you sure you are up to the challenge? Well, there is only one way to know...

As soon as the house empties, I lock the doors, strip down naked, and grab my trusted friend. I am shocked at how quickly I came the first time. Within ten minutes of my adventure I was having a lovely intense orgasm. Today is going to be a great day.

I continued on. Bringing myself to orgasm over and over and over. I would pause only to catch my breath then begin again. Each time was just as good as the time before but I was taking longer and longer to get there.

Finally, after three hours of my self-indulgence I decided to change it up. I logged into my favorite adult chat site and within 2 minutes I had messages from ten men. One of them caught my eye... It couldn't be, could it?

It was the pilot! I ignored him at first. Surely he remembered my screen name, right? Nope. He was using all of he same lines on me. I was amused but this was mean. I had to stop him...

I know who you are [real name].

He logged off instantly and I gave myself the best, most intense, toe-curling, scream out loud orgasm of the day.

It is good to have a day off.

Baby did a bad bad thing

I did a bad bad thing. I am not a tease.  I don't play games.  If I am taking the time to get to know a new friend and I back off suddenly, it is because he did something to send me running for the hills.  I want to give my friends every benefit of the doubt and sometimes that might make me seem like a pushover. I believe the Boss thinks that is true.  That said...

The Boss has been contacting me again lately.  At first, I thought I should ignore him.  Then I got an idea.  An awful idea.  This grinch got a wonderful, awful idea.  I began to chat with the Boss but only on mundane topics.  Whenever he would try to subtly steer the conversation toward anything remotely sexual, I would steer it back.  I know him and I know this was driving him crazy.

This little game of mine was getting to be fun.  I would drop little hints that I was ready for him to fuck me.  Then I would shut him down. 

He began to get desperate.  Telling me all of the mushy things I should want to hear.  He misses me.  He needs me.  He wants me.  Tell me more, because I am only getting started with you.

That's right.  You had me hanging on every word for years.  Making me want you.  Making me do things with you and to you that went against every instinct I had.  Making me hate myself because I wanted you so much and you couldn't make time for me.  Making me doubt who I am.

What's that?  You think about me all the time?  Really.  I think about you too and it crushes me that you can't make time for me.  Then he said this to me:

I will come every time you ask.

You fucking liar.  I couldn't say anything.  I was so afraid I would scream if I tried to speak.  How many times did he "forget" me when we had plans?  Too many to write about. I couldn't believe this.  I thought of a million responses to that statement.  I don't want to argue with him though, I want him to feel what I feel.  I want him to want me and feel the sting of rejection.

He tells me he can be at my house in an hour.  He knows I am alone all day today and I am so tempted to tell him to come over.  Thoughts of kissing him deeply while his hands feel me all over are filling my mind and almost derail my efforts.

 I tell him no.  I almost never tell him no.

He says he understands if I can't and goes silent.  I know he is mad.  Finally, the man I have chatting with for hours and who just told me he could be here in no time at all, suddenly must go take care of some pressing matter at work.  I love knowing that he is mad. I am not proud of this game.  I prefer to be direct and tell someone to fuck off when they have screwed me over but this experience has been just what I needed.  He will call again and I might give in eventually, but in this moment...

I win.

Cravings.

I am lying in bed next to the husband.  I touch his arm lightly.  I play with his hair.  I run my fingertips over his body.  I kiss his shoulder and chest lightly as my fingers find their way under his waistband and find their familiar plaything.  As I begin to play, he sighs and says those three little words so commonly spoken to me over the last fifteen years...

go to sleep

The Battle of Who Could Care Less

           Do you not hear me anymore?
           I know it's not your thing to care
           I know it's cool to be so bored       
          It sucks me in when you're aloof
          It sucks me in, it sucks it works
          I guess it's cool to be alone.
         

Ben is singing to me today. 

I am having a bit of a pity party. I just read Ms. I's beautiful a lifeguard chair, a glass of wine.  I want that.  I thought the Boss and I could have it.  We have been friends for a very long time. The Boss was going to get a room for us and we were going to spend the day playing.  I wait for him.  8am, 9am, 10am, 11am.  No word from the Boss.  I know what this means.  If he were a casual AM friend, I would shrug it off and not care but this his game. 

I text him.  Oops.  He worked late last night and forgot.  Shoot. He was really looking forward to it. 

I pretend it is okay, but it is not. He neglects me because he knows he can.  He has before.  He ignores me and then uses me when it suits him and I allow it.   Disappointment and regret have no place in an affair and therefore, it is time to move on from the Boss.  After many many years, it is time to call an end to this battle.

If at First You Don't Succeed...

The last time I had sex with the Boss was the first time I attempted anal with him.  I use the term "attempted" because like most of my sexual escapades, it was doomed from the start.  I had yet to be convinced that I would enjoy that particular sexual act so it was strictly forbidden.  However, I had been more and more receptive to the idea in the months leading up to this encounter.  The Boss and I discussed it and he was trying to hide his excitement as he played it off like it was no big deal.  Imagine my shock when I arrived at his apartment to find...nothing.  Well, very little.  He shrugged off my questions and said  he was giving his furniture to his son but I knew he was lying.  You don't give your son the pictures off your wall and even if you do give him your bed, you don't give him your sheets and blankets, too.  My mind was racing.  Why lie to me?  Why not admit he was moving?  Then it hit me...he was moving in with a woman.  Rather than tell me the truth and risk my rejection, he lied to me so I would have sex with him one last time.

I should have left him there with his hard-on and empty walls.  I wish I could say I told him to fuck off and that was the end of us, but you already know that isn't true.  I let him lead me upstairs to his empty room and lay me down on the outstretched blanket on his floor.  If I had not let him kiss me, I may have just left but if you read my last post you are aware that we have this crazy physical attraction.  Once he kisses me, it is over.  The next thing I knew I was on all fours and he was behind me trying his best to slowly but boldly go where no man had gone before.  My mind was racing still.  I couldn't stop thinking about the lie.  He knows I know he fucks other women.  I have only mentioned it once and that was only to ask if he uses protection with them every time.  He knows I am not jealous or spiteful.  Why lie TO ME? 

I could not relax.  Gentlemen, in case you don't know, anal sex is quite impossible, especially if it is her first time, if she is not relaxed. Even if you forge ahead, it will NOT be enjoyable.  He barely touched me with the tip when I made him stop.  The disappointment on his face was obvious.  He managed to pull himself together and fuck me anyway despite his great loss (yes, that's sarcasm).  He rushed me out the door and I felt so sick to my stomach.  I knew it was coming and then...

The phone chirped.  He sent me a text letting me know that we had just had our last fuck.  I knew in my heart he would be back (I was right) but I took the opportunity to vent (just a little) and let him know that I didn't appreciate being lied to and he should never contact me again.  I meant it at the time.  I just knew he would contact me again and boy was I going to tell him a few things...

Six months later I get a message from him.  He wants to chat (fuck me) and wants to know if I am mad.  I should have ignored him.  I answered back that I was hurt not mad and we began to flirt and banter like nothing happened.  In fact, although he has confirmed he is living with someone new, we have never discussed it.  I feel it is none of my business.

I did get a little satisfaction in telling him that since our last encounter, I have not only had anal sex, I enjoy it.   He has told me that it is unfair that someone else was first and he has thought about my ass every day since that attempt in his apartment.  I have enjoyed teasing him.  I have been teasing him now for a couple of months but I am a girl who likes to fuck so...