Occassional Indulgence

We had been chatting for quite some time when I told him that he is my occassional indulgence. I think he quite liked that as next day he text me  that he needs to indulge. We had already worked out that it had been a little over 2 months since our last indulgence. For both of us family life had got in the way, although we had managed to chat online and exchange various text message.

We had discussed the changes in me during the years we have been friends. I am much more confident in myself now. He thinks I am a strong woman who knows what she wants and goes out and gets it.  That may be a slight exaggeration from my view. If that had been true he wouldn’t now be my occassional indulgence. But these days while I let my body enjoy his I keep my heart closely guarded from him. He recently told me that he thinks about me more than I know. But still I doubt he thinks of me I would wish.

I have made it clear to him that I am nolonger in the market for casual affairs. However no man will stop me from being friends with him. Once I find Mr Right there will be no more indulging but in the meantime he is my only indulgence. I know he will be hard to give up but give him up as a sexual partner I will. Our friendship has been non sexual for longer periods than it has been sexual so I know we can continue to be friends just as we did before.

We agreed a day for our indulgence, during the afternoon he text that we would have to make it slightly later than usual as he had a goodbye drink to go to. Fine that gave me longer to pamper myself. Then came the text …..slight problem will text later when all clear.

Several text later and the clock was still ticking, I had given him half an hour or it would be too late (he doesn’t live in the same neighbourhood). Eventually I told him that it would be a pity to miss what could be our last chance seeing as there is a potential Mr Right on the horizon.

He replied that once again other people not being organised cause him to suffer…… But it did prompt him to make sure he didn’t miss out.  Finally I arrived at his place at 10.30pm. I told him not to bother making tea, we went straight into his lounge to begin our passionate kissing. I love it when he twists my hair in his hand as he kisses me. He doesn’t believe it is right to cause pain and could never knowingly do so, yet when he tugs on my hair he sends spasms through me making me wet with desire. We always kiss for ages without stopping for breath, ocasionally shifting position. We both enjoy these kissing sessions enormously, our legs entwined. This time as it is nolong summer I am wearing stockings under my black skirt. My yellow stilletto heels pushed to one side as I slide my leg between his jean clad legs. 

He breaks off to kiss my neck and I fnd his nipples under his sweater to play with. My hands wander over his chest playing with his chest hair, then down over his belly (he had proudly announced a week or so ago that he has lost some weight). Along his leg and back to his groin I feel the hardness of his tool. His hand finds it way under my skirt, gently caressing the nylon of my stocking. Up past the top of the elasticate lace to bare flesh. I hold my breath as his fingers reach the edge of my high leg panties. I expect his fingers to begin probing, my kisses become more urgent. But his touch remains featherlight barely discernable. This is driving me crazy, I want his fingers inside me spreading my hot juice, but still he teases me. I can feel my wetness increasing as I become more excited.

Pulling away from his kiss I tell him he is a very sexy man and he should take me upstairs now!  He doesn’t agrue but rises from his seat and leads me to his bedroom. I remember how that first night in his room he left the light off but since then the light has been on the whole time. I smile inwardly as he pulls my green top up over my head tossing it onto the floor behind him. Next he fiddles with the clasp of my black and red bra. That too is tossed onto the floor, sliding his sweater up for him to pull off I marvel as his chest hair is revealed at my eye level. He has enough hair to make it a joy to run  my fingers through without being too much.

Boldly unbuttoning his jeans I push them towards the floor, I had known before I left home that he would be commando. He usually is but not always. Next I lose my skirt as t pools around my feet swiftly followed by the black lace of my now wet panties. A few more kisses and he guides me backward to the edge of his bed. Gently pushing me into a sitting position before him I lean dow n to his manhood taking his stiff member in my hand swirling  my tongue as I taste him again for the first time in months. I have missed the  taste and feel of his cock in my mouth, greedily I take his head into my mouth savouring the taste of him. This is what I have been needing all this time.

All the time I am licking and sucking on this lovely cock my hands are wrapped around him stroking and squeezing his firm buttocks. How I adore this man and his body, I could play with his cock and his bum for hours but age is catching up with me and my back is aching. regretfully I pull away from his erect penis. He picks up my legs I think is going to place them on his shoulders and enter my wet aching pussy. Instead he swings my legs around and climbs onto his fur covered bed beside me. His mouth finds mine as his fingers  find my inviting cunt. This time there is no gently teasing but fingers plunging into the depths of me as he begins to finger fuck me, the sound of my wetness fills the room. He rubs my juice into and around my labia until I can take nomore.

He positions himself above me as he goes down on my pussy licking and sucking my clit.  His cock invitingly close to my mouth I don’t need any persuasion, latching on sucking for dear life I just can’t get enough of this.  His sweet cock in my mouth and his skilled tongue in my pussy life doesn’t get much better than this. The more his tongue makes me cum the more I suck on his cock. Too much of this and I am likely to bite it off in my excitement. I have to contain my pleasure and break away from him. We lay side by side as we catch our collective breath, my hands have a mind of their own and soon I notice that instictively my right hand is stroking and pulling on his erection. He warns me that too much of that and he will explode.

I take the hint and climb onto him, its time for my cow girl ride. It is obvious that two months has been too long as I find it a little more difficult than usual but after wincing a few times I get into the swing of it and soon my breasts are bouncing before his mesmerised blue eyes. Alternating between sitting upright as our rhythum increases and laying prone along his body grinding my clit against his pubis we both cum with a shudder. Slowly I climb back off him as we lay together again enjoying our post coital chat. But it is getting late we both have work in the morning. Hastily we dress and he shows me out into the dark night.

I do hope things work out for me with this new potential man in my life but I shall miss my passinate sessions with Fred. I wonder if it would be too much to ask if he is free again early this week?

Among Dogs

Unfortunately the beacon turned out to be more a case of false hope. It seems that this saviour was nothing more than a weasel in sheep’s clothing. Ok so I have mixed metaphors but I could hardly call him a wolf in sheep’s clothing. That would have given a false impression of this spineless pathetic excuse of a man.

I feel quite relieved to have escaped that situation.

But within days I met a genuine guy (Flame) who lit up my face with smiles. We didn’t meet through the internet but through real life. This was not a date as such. Our paths crossed occasionally through work, he had wanted to meet me for sometime and would be in the area next day so we met for lunch. He walked me back to my car after lunch and to my suprise kissed me. I hadn’t expected it , I was taken off guard, eventually I managed to tear myself away. returning to the office one of the girls quizzed me about the big grin on my face. It was difficult to concentrate for the rest of the day.

Next day he had to phone me at work, we arranged a brief meeting on Friday afternoon to solve a slight problem that had occurred. Later in the day he text me that he was slightly worse for wear, he was at a prestigious sporting event that he had paid a lot of money to attend and was enjoying the bar.

Not long after I arrived home form the office he phoned asking if he could see me that evening. I was confused as he had already told me that the event would go on quite late into the evening. But he apparently couldn’t get me out of his mind and wanted to see me so he was getting a taxi home now.

How I managed to have a bath, iron my jeans, feed my family and get there in under an hour I don’t know, I arrived at the agreed place exactly on time (I was impressed). He had been drinking so I drove, we ended up finding a pub near to where I work. From the moment he got into my car he kissed me and was stroking my arm and leg while I drove. Once seated in the pub garden we kissed a lot, but although I wanted to be closer to him I delayed, taking my time over my drink, asking him questions about himself. But neither of us could resist for long.

We decided to find a quiet place where we could kiss and cuddle in private. He gave me directions as we drove, ending up in what we thought would be a quiet waterside carpark. It was dark by now but the moon was very bright, there were other cars there before us but I thought they were night fishermen or else courting couples. I parked in the middle of the carpark under a tree away from the other cars.

We climbed into the back of my car and began kissing in earnest. He soon had my black top raised so that he could get to my breasts. I couldn’t help laughing at his fumbled attempts to release me from my bra, twisting my arm behind me I did it for him. (I can be obliging like that now and again).

We were engrossed in our kissing, now and again breaking off for him to pay homage to my ‘fantastic tits’. It was at one such moment that I noticed the man circling around my car. He was far enough away that he wouldn’t have seen much. But in the bright moonlight I could see him quite clearly looking towards my car. Keeping a watch on him to make sure he didn’t come any closer we continued kissing. Other cars came and went, some parked up along the northern edge of the car park would flash their headlights from time to time.

I became very concious of the contrast of my pale skin with my black top so that every time I was exposed by flame,I was sure the man could see. He had moved back to his own car now a short distance behind my back. Another car joined him and I noticed the two men chatting beside their vehicles.

Flame was becoming agitated at their presence, I told him to ignore them. By now I had realised that we were among doggers, but provided they kept their distance I was ok. Flame was astounded that doggers actually exist, he thought it was just a few perverts, didn’t realise how common it actually is especially so close to home.

We had been indulging in another passinate kiss when I sat up after breaking for breath to see a face peering in through the window just inches behind my head.  My  reflex was to smack the window with the back of my hand just where the face was. It was funny to see him scuttle off back to his car. Both men retreating to the safety of their cars, they talked for a while before one drove off leaving his mate behind. Now I was getting a bit jittery, although we continued our kissing the moment had been lost.

Flame would have liked me to give him a blow job but I had become so unsettled by now that I just couldn’t. Besides I had promised myself that there would be no real sex. If we were going to have sex it would be done properly not in the back of a car in a public place. I did however give in to his gentle persuasion to wank him off. I am not sure if I did this as compensation for not giving him head or if it was just pride in my ability, I wanted to give him an idea of what he could have in a different situation. Taking his semi hard cock in my hand I wanked him off whilst trying not to let it be obvious to those looking, just what was going on. I wanked him slowly at first before making my movements harder and faster. It wasn’t long before he came it was then that we realised there was nothing to clean him off with.

I could have cleaned him up with my tongue but I had already made up my mind that was not going to happen so I didn’t offer instead I found a tissue in my bag, he had to make do with that. He sorted his jeans out and we both got back into the front seats and we set off for the city where I dropped him off and took myself home.

 

Beacon of warmth

I hadn’t realised it had been so long since I last visited here let alone wrote a post.

There have been a few changes in my life during this time. Both Cougar and Cutter are no longer a part of my life or my plans. I have re-assessed what I want and need in my life. Cutter has been most gracious about my decision. Cougar …………..well he is just Cougar.

Karl has been dipping in and out of my life, what he doesn’t yet realise is that this is coming to an end. He has let me down too often to be considered with any serious intentions. Fred on the other hand has been as consistent as ever. I have enjoyed our romps together, he has been my one true lover through all the recent months. Each evening we have spent together has been better than the one before and the one before that.  Fred will be the hardest one to let go but I know we will continue to be friends, just as we have been for nearly 3 years now. Who knows maybe some time in the future I will again need to feel his hands in my hair, his tongue in my throat and his cock in my pussy.

But for now I don’t need any of these men in my life or to be more precise in my panties. There is a new beacon of light in my life, one that glows warmer than all the rest.

The view from my bed

I have not been here in weeks for several reasons, I have  had a number of issues to work through in my personal life, some health wise others not.

I am writing this from my bed because I have been forced to stay home from work having been violently ill during the night, possibly something I ate but also possibly my body forcing me to take a rest as I have been under tremendous strain in recent weeks. I had already decided to have  a long weekend and take a day off from work on Friday, so now its an even longer weekend.

I won’t go into any details about what has been going on, in and around my life, as this is not that kind of blog, I have another one for that.

But I will tell you that during my absence I have spent a lovely evening with Fred, with more evenings being planned. It seems that the sex we have is ‘wow’ which is more than I can say about the intermittent sex I have had with either Karl or Cutter.

I have had  medical examination which confirms that my sexual problems are not imaginary, I am being referred back to my consultant with a view to discussing the options regarding reconstruction surgery. This is all as a result of radiotherapy treatment I received at a time in my life when sex was something to be avoided at all costs even though the medical team looking after me kept telling me that to avoid my vagina closing up I should have regular intercourse. At that time I didn’t care as I had no intention of having sex ever again.

But that was before divorce and hormone therapy, the combination of these two things changed my view on sex so drastically that I can now only rue my previous reluctance, but if you knew anything about my ex husband I am sure you would understand why I felt that way.  But even though I have problems with penetration with both Karl and Cutter it seems that there are no such problems with Fred so for the moment I am more than happy to spend time in Fred’s bed giving each other mutual pleasure.

Ok thats enough now s my head is hurting, I am not sure when I will get back to more regular blogging but perhaps it won’t be much longer.

Naked

After Cutter had left our hotel room I was left almost naked with just my white sleeveless button through top hanging loosely from my shoulders not really making much attempt to cover my modesty. I wandered around the silent room putting on the tv for company as I settled on the crumpled and now damp bed, with a sandwich I had bought earlier and  cup of tea brewing while I pulled my book out of my bag. ’seduce me’ which is published by Xcite books is a collection of 20 erotic short stories. I had foolishly lent it to one of my colleagues who had nothing to do one day last week. She didn’t give it back for a week as she had enjoyed it so much that she wanted to share it with her husband. Apparently they had the best sex ever after reading it. Her favourite story was ‘Alley Kat’, which I haven’t read yet but my favourite so far is ‘whack’.

I didn’t get very far with my reading as my mind began to wander. This had been the first time I had been naked in front of Cutter.  Its funny how I feel so completely at ease naked in front of some people but not others. I had been a little nervous when we first undressed but I soon forgot my nerves as we began to play with and explore each other’s bodies. Thinking about how I had wondered around the room still naked after he had showered and dressed even standing in view of the open door when he was leaving. It reminded me of a time 3 years ago when I had first started seeing men for sex.

I forget his name now but I will call him Drew, was a recording engineer with his own studio purpose built at the bottom of the garden. He didn’t drive so he asked me to pick him up on the way to the pub we had agreed to go to. After two drinks we went back to his studio where he made us both a cup of tea. But I don’t think the kettle had boiled before he had all my clothes off . We kissed naked for a while until he led me into the sound proof booth where he has a double blow up matress. We lay together kissing and fondling, he climbed on top of me and just lay there for a while before getting up and sitting against the wall. We just chatted for ages sitting naked. He told me tales of a time when he was a male escort for a couple of years. He told me that with my open minded attitude to sex  I could make a lot of money by being an escort. We discussed the fact that I was not the least bit bothered about siting around nked as we chatted. We were not having sex but just being companionable whilst remaining naked. Yet if I had been sitting like that chatting to almost anyone else I would have felt too embarrassed about my body to sit with not a stitch on.

I have been asked if I would like to go to a sex club. The idea does arouse me but I doubt I would go. The reason being that I am usually ok about being naked with a sexual partner (until I catch sight of myself in a mirror) but I wouldn’t be able to do it in front of lots of people. In my view the difference is that the person I am with sees me naked because they find me sexy. In a group setting there would be people there who would not find me sexy and to them my naked body would not be welcome.

do you find big women sexy or a turn off?

 

 

my current reading material

Porn

I was having an IM conversation with a friend about work when he mispelt a word which he then declared to be porn.

I wouldn’t know as I am not the slightest bit interested in porn.

There isn’t a lady in the land who is interested in porn

We then went on to discuss the fact that although men enjoy porn very few women do. But I do enjoy erotica well I would do wouldn’t I as I write it as well as read it. What many men get wrong is that they confuse erotica with porn. Many men think that I like erotica and writing about sex therefore I must like porn. But the whole point is that erotic writing allows you to make the images in your own mind. You can put yourself there in the situation you are reading. Porn is just watching/looking at other people having sex. Watching others in the act of sex is not sexy. But imagining yourself having sex is much sexier. Obviously there are men who can paint a picture with their words but most prefer to have the pictures whether that is stills or moving pictures. For them that is all the stimulant they need. 

The majority of men just like sex, so it doesn’t matter who the sex is with, it is a physical thing for them. They can be turned on easily by visuals. Women need more than that, we need a mental connection for the sex to be good. Looking at pictures is very impersonal, there is no intimate connection between the woman and the person/people in the picture.  This makes it harder for women to be turned on by visuals. But give  woman well written descriptions and her mind takes her there, she can imagine these things are happening to/by her.  Now she can be easily aroused.

When I first began writing a sex blog I was quite explicit in wht I wrote but then I realised that I was writing more for the men who were reading it than for myself or the other women who were reading it. Gradually my style evolved so that now I write more about the setting and the feelings and emotions of sex rather than the mechanics of it. I am sure that most men would be more than happy for me to describe every lick, every touch every pump, all the minute details of what each of us did to each other. Each moan, curse and shriek that goes with all the action.

Although I like writing about sex, it arouses me all over again when I write it all down, I prefer to be sketchy with the details and let your own imagination show you what I was doing. I hope that both men and women enjoy what I write. Whether it is an account of my own affairs, a fantsy either born of my own imagination or the product of another’s, or perhaps just my ramblings on about sex.

If you came here today hoping to find porn then you will be disappointed, but if you were looking for sex/erotica then I hope you find something to please you.

Do you prefer porn or erotica or are you happy with either?

Are you a woman who enjoys porn?

His fantasy

This afternoon I was chatting online to the young guy I mentioned before in this post. He was asking me questions about my sex life. One of the questions was what is the age range of the men I am seeing. I told him Fred is 45 and Karl is 57 with Cutter and Cougar in between.

‘So do you ever consider younger men?’

ok I could figure where this was leading to.

‘I have considered it but my preference is for older men, I can’t get my head around younger guys.’

‘Would you not consider it even to teach a young guy?’

‘As I have sons who are now young men no I can’t begin to contemplate it but there are women who are quite happy to teach younger men’

I told him that if he wants to be taught by an older woman he should join an adult site and write that on his profile.

That was when he tld me that he has a fantasy about being taught by an older woman, (me). He wants to come to my house. Stand in my livingroom and I will order him to strip off and just stand there until eventually I allow him to come to me and kiss me (I’m still fully clothed at this time). Next I lead him upstairs to my bedroom where I strip off some of my clothes and allow him to fuck me but he has to follow my exact instructions about what to do and how.

I asked him if he has fantasies about being ordered about or being submissive. He said not really it is more about giving the woman the treat of enjoying a young man and his cock. At that point he was lucky we were chatting online and not face to face as he might have had a very red face after I slapped it.  Arrogant young man! I have been chatting to him and given him advice for the last 2 years so I am well aware that he is not exactly experienced in the art of sex or relationships. He has a lot to learn if he thinks it would be a treat for an older woman to have sex with a much younger man. Of course there are women who do like to bed young ones. But most of us prefer the more experienced man who knows how to give a woman pleasure.

I don’t remember what I said to him about this I was not pleased. But I did say that I might write his fantasy for him. If I did, I might write it from the female perspective instructing the young man in the  art of pleasing a woman. I have written from a man’s perspective before but I am not sure I could make it work for this fantasy.

What fantasies do you have?

Do any of you have a fantasy that is different from the usual ones?

Who will it be?

I wonder which one it will be.

There are 4 likely candidates

Cougar,Cutter, Fred or Karl

I have recently had sex with both Fred and Karl (but not at the same time). Karl does not know I have had sex with Fred but Fred does know about Karl. Having said that Karl does know that there are other men in my life, he just doesn’t know who I see or when.

Although I have met both Cougar and Cutter I have done nothing more than kiss them. Cougar knows about Karl (he calls him my ’stalker’) he assumes there are others. Cutter does not know that there are others and none of them know about him.

I have been wondering which one will be the next lucky guy to have sex with me.  I am meeting Cutter again tomorrow for a couple of hours, there may be a possibility. We are meeting at a pub with a hotel nextdoor.  Although we have talked about booking a room in advance we have decided to wait and hope that there is a room available should we decide we need one.

Fred has been in contact, he wanted me to visit him at home last week but had to cancel at the last minute. I have a feeling he will be asking me over to his place again soon.

Cougar on the other hand has not made any plans other than that he would like to see me when I can fit him in. He might not be pushy when it comes to taking things further but I know he wants to.

Karl has had the most chances, but I don’t think there will be much happening for a while. But you never know he might surprise me.

So who do you think will be the next to get me into bed?

Cutting time

It looks as though I could be on the verge of something new and exciting. Since joining Illicit Encounters  I have chatted to several men, mostly through the site a few have progressed to email/IM and or text/telehone Only one (Multi Vitamin) has used all methods of communication. He is the only one who has chatted on IM so far. I am hoping that next time we chat he will tell me more about his recent visit to a naturist spa with one of his harem.

Banker has only been in contact by email but I shall let him off for the moment as within days he was off on holiday to USA for a couple of weeks with promises to be in touch once he returns. He looks very handsome from his photo. I am looking forward to discovering whether he sounds anything like he looks.

Writer has chatted by phone as well as email although he has given me permission to text him at any time he has not replied to the few I ahve sent. His last email said that he was tying to get himself fit so that he can fuck me like a rutting rabbit. Oddly I have not heard from him since. It would be a pity if he just disappeared as we got on so well chatting on the phone. We also have a mutual love of writing. Apart from that he doesn’t live too far away. Far enough  to be away from people who know us but at the same time close enough to make meeting easy.

Cutter has sent me lots of emails we have also chatted on the phone a few times as well as a few text messages but only if he text first. I get the impression that Cutter is new to all this although he has met a few other women but didn’t click with them, conversation being stilted and awkward. He asked if we could meet for a quick drink one day after I finished work.

On the appointed day I left work a little earlier than usual to get to the pub I had suggested. I arrived first but he wasn’t long after me. I was just locking my car when he walked up to me, I was greeted with a peck on the lips. I hadn’t expected that as I was wearing a light film of pale pink lipstick. We chatted easily as we walked into the bar. We managed to find a table in the corner away from a large group who were making enough noise to mask our conversation. We didn’t stop talking the whole time. If I’m honest I did most of the talking but he did his share too. He was really easy to talk to.  He was very gentlemanly, pleasant and interesting. He wasn’t the slightest bit lecherous or leery towards me in anyway.  He couldn’t stay too long though as he had a tennis match lined up and some bad road works to get through to get home.  We walked back to our cars together, he kissed me lightly on the lips again. I really wanted more but as he said my lipstick prevented a proper kiss.

Later he sent me a long email telling me how much he was turned on by me. I don’t really know why or how that was. I wasn’t dressed seductively (I don’t look my best at the end of a day at work), I didn’t do anything more than chat to him.  Today he has emailed me again suggesting another date. He can manage longer this time, he again told me how much he is turned on by me. He wants to spend time kissing and perhaps more. Until we have that first proper kiss I won’t know whether I want more but at the moment I feel it is highly likely.

Resistence is low

Its funny how even though I don’t fancy Cougar at all I so desperately want to fuck him at least once. It has been about 3 months now since we first began chatting online. We met for a drink after a few days but didn’t make any further plans. He likes to be spontaneous, which I like too but I did warn him that being spontaneous means he could lose out if I already have plans elsewhere.

We did make a half arrangement to meet a few weeks ago but it didn’t work out. So when the opportunity for our midnight meet arose even though I procrastinated there really was no chance I would not go.

When he arrived in the deserted car park at 12.15am we both got out of our cars and stood between them talking. We found a big white light with a smaller red light below it in the distance among the many other city lights. We just couldn’t figure out what it was. He thinks it will bug him now until he figures it out.

After a while he had got cold and said we should get into one of our cars (as he moved to get into his). We sat side by side just talking about alsorts of things. Never once going near the subject of what we were doing there together late at night. Never once mentioning that we had met on adult friend finder. The subject of sex was avoided. Other than that I had mentioned to him earlier in the week that I had been asked to do product reviews for Durex.

Eventually around 1am I stated that I had to go home (I would be getting up for work at 6am). This seemed to spur him on as he grabbed my hand for the first time. (it felt good my small hand held in his large soft warm hand). He told me we should go for another drink sometime when I can fit him in. We talked about places we could go, then he leaned in for a kiss. Mmmm it was nice, soon we were snogging like teenagers. Tongues probing hot mouths, my hand around his neck while his free hand found its way inside my jacket. The feel of his big hand rubbing my breast was electrifying. But it was now well past 1am and reluctantly I made the move to leave.

Months ago he told me that he doesn’t often chat to the same woman more than a few times as he gets bored easily. From what he had been saying earlier in the evening about finding me interesting, that I was like an itch he didn’t know whether to scratch, I think he has been trying to resist me.

I just wonder if after this little episode he might find it just that little bit harder to resist. For my part, visually I still don’t fancy him, strangely in my mind when we chat he morphs into my Sweetheart, which is odd as they are nothing alike. But he seems to have something that draws me to him. As I write this I have just seen his name appear on my messenger and immediately I felt myself become excited and my pussy tingled and got wet. I am laying on my bed with just a towel over me, my fingers plunged into my wetness pressing and rubbing as my mind calls out to him. Wanting his tongue in my mouth his hands on my breasts his weight pressing down onto me as he pounds into my aching cunt. 

I wonder how long it will be before our next encounter, will that be the time when I allow him to take me?