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The Power of a photograph

Posted by secretlynaughty on January 30, 2011

If you have been reading for a while you might have picked up that I have a great fondness for Sebastian. From his very first email 4 1/2 years ago his words have touched me so very deeply. He has been and always will be my greatest ‘mind fuck’. We have only met in person 4 times and the last was 2 years ago. We can go weeks or even months without speaking. But he seems to have a sixth sense as every time I feel at my lowest he will appear on my screen as if by magic. He always without fail lifts my spirits.

We spoke briefly after christmas but not since so I was rather suprised to discover an offline message from him when I woke this morning. I then found this among my emails. I adore this man although I know we will never be more than secret friends. He has such a way with words that I wanted to share them with you.

my dear gorgeous lady

I love that new Hotmail account photo of you. You have such an attractive face, warm friendly open smile and soft fun eyes.
You look so beautiful in that photo I fall in lust and love all over again.
The days before you cut off all your sensual curls. I like women with short cropped hair, but on you, I find the curls work better on you, more feminine, more womanly.
You are most certainly more womanly that the photo portrays, cut off just bellow the necklace. But I have a photo that displays jewels richer than any man could possibly hope for. Jewels that cascade amply from your shoulders offering a cleavage so deep that I’m always filled with the desire to dive into it from a dizzy making height, the landing into which is always so soft, so inviting, so feminine, so womanly, so motherly sexual you would have me drown in their heavenliness as they fall to your ample sensual soft tummy.
I look upon your photo, my version, and am filled with desire to have you here in front of me in person teasing me with your womanly wiles as you slowly pick the buttons apart to reveal the deepest darkness cleft between each heavenly orb. Would that you hold them individually each in turn in your elegant feminine fingers.
Feed me your nipples, not to suckle as a child, (although Freud may comment) but to suck as a man filled with sexual intent to divest through them into your loins a pleasure most profound. Suckle if I must in your arms, because you are all mothering and all womanly and all desirable to me. Would that, child like, I could nestle into you body and soul and loose myself, but then manlike allow my hands the freedom of inquisitiveness and search for secrets and ways they might reciprocate the warmth and strength in your arms. To nurture a primal desire in you to lay yourself bare to the boy who turn himself firmly and rampantly into a man just by the nature of your womanliness.
Let me kiss you with the passion that stirs within me for you. Let me kiss with the deepest passion the lips of your soft welcoming mouth, the stirring succulent dampness of your maidenhood and the vulgar tightness that lays between the darling ample cheeks of your backside.
From your arms you deliver the man who desires you in every way. Let him take you thrice, in ways natural and unnatural. Let him feel the warmth of you as you enjoy the thrill of his manhood deep within you. Let him expel his lust over and over and over within you so he can kiss each and lap up the evidence and with a last and final embrace in your arms our lips collide for an exchange of such heightened passion as we both drink from your soft sweet gentle mouth the sweet nectar only you can unleash from his loins.
OMG! The power of photography. And they say a photograph never lies.
I adore you and lust you always and in every way.

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Hot Bovril

Posted by secretlynaughty on December 12, 2010

It had been a few months since Borvil had found me online. We had chatted, as you do, discovered that we live in the same town. Bovril told me from the start that he is married and has never been unfaithful. Ok not a problem as we were only chatting online. I found that Bovril is not happy with his sexless marriage, nothing he does or says persuades his wife to have sex. aving chatted to a lot of married men over the last few years this seems to be a recurring theme. Hey I didn’t want sex with my husband in the last 10-15 years either so I can understand that.

He was interested in my sex life and the things I get upto. I allowed him access to my blog (not this one but one of my previous blogs). He enjoyed reading both my exploits and my stories. I teased him relentlesly (I do adore teasing). We decided to meet up for a coffee on the last working day before christmas. We met in the cafe of a local garden centre. Chatting over a hot drink for an hour was nice then we went our seperate ways.

The next day was christmas eve and I wrote my story about a chance meeting on Christmas eve. Later when I had finished all the shopping I planned to do I took myself off to the view point high above the city. I text Bovril to let him know I was going to get a cuppa at my favourite view. So I was not suprised when he arrived there.

He joined me in my car, we chatted and drank our tea/coffee. He did kiss me but that was all. So if you were expecting that my story had come true you will be disappointed. We both had to get home so didn’t stay too long.

But if you think that was the end of it ……………………no.

A few days later we did a re-run. A different car park but still with a view over the city. We were going to get a drink in the nearby pub but didn’t. Instead we chatted kissed, fondled. Remember he is married with no sex. He was feeling very aroused in my company, I was feeling very empowered. Here was this faithful married man wanting me to do things to him that he had been missing for years. I let him fondle my breasts, I tore open his fly, releasing his already hard member. After a few moments of caresssing him I bent my head down to taste him. By now we both had our seats reclined, the windows were completely steamed up. I took him into my mouth and gave him his first ever blow job. I still find it odd that some men have never experienced a blow job.

His hand was fumbling between my thighs, I slid my jeans down to give him better access where I wanted him. I am sorry to say that he was not very skilled. But I guess that is down to his lack of experience even though he has been married for over 20 yrs. When we parted company to drive home in the growing dusk he left feeling satisfied, I did not.

Over the following months we chatted frequently and it was clear he wanted to see me again, he wanted me to teach him, to make him a better lover, how to give his wife pleasure, to show him what he had been missing all this time. But as time passed it became obvious that there was never going to be a time when we were both free. Gradually we chatted less and less. Now we chat once every few months for a few minutes.

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Zoo

Posted by secretlynaughty on December 11, 2010

Louisa was just parking as I pulled into the car park, good timing by both of us. Crossing the road we walked into the pub together. Standing at the bar to order our drinks I glanced into the corner where the band and all their entourage would be, taking note of who was there.

We were both tired after a hectic week at work and didn’t fancy spending all evening on our feet, we found an unoccupied table on the far side of the entrance. It meant we wouldn’t be able to see the band paying but we would have no trouble hearing them. You would think that working together 9 hours a day 5 days a week we would run out of things to talk about but not so. I was sat with my back to the window, facing into the room.

I was amused to see that the drummer’s girlfriend RC walk over to our end of the room looking around before turning on her heel and retracing her steps. I wonder who she was looking for? A few minutes later the sound man’s wife walked past going to the ladies. Now I really did think that, that was funny. Our table was on a raised area set back from the main part of the room which was taken up by a couple of pool tables. When I had glanced at the band on our arrival I had noticed that TW was heading into the ladies room right next to where they were all sitting. So not only did I think she didn’t really need to go again so soon (10 or 15 mins at the most) but why go to the ladies room at the far end of the pub when there is one just a dozen steps from where you are sitting.

Throughout the evening both RC and TW were taking it in turns to walk through to the ladies. With each walk TW was taking more time to look in our direction. Obviously there was nothing wrong with the ladies on their side of the pub as none of the other ladies in their group were walking past us.

I am guessing that the two of them were too concerned with where I was to be able to enjoy the evening. Whereas Louisa and I had a lovely evening (my friend Janice was meant to meet us but didn’t make it). The one blight on my evening being a phone call from my ex but that aside I had a nice time minding my own business with a lovely friend listening to live rock music and chatting.

However by the time we left I did feel as though I was an exhibit in a zoo.

I did not see or speak to sound man (Karl) at all during the evening and have heard nothing from him since.

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pre christmas peace and fun

Posted by secretlynaughty on December 5, 2010

Fiona stood at the bar, her trainers slipped slightly and the hems of her black jeans dragged in the mud.

One tea and a hot dog with onions please

She was taking a break from the manic masses that were everywhere. Her Christmas shopping was done. The presents for her children were wrapped and the food bought. Now all she needed to do was get the house straight. She had let things go for ages now and the kids did nothing to help. School books still lay on the table amongst the clean laundry that she had neatly folded, but was now a muddle of garments tumbling onto the floor. Fiona had come up here to get a breath of fresh air and take in her favourite view.

Make that two hot dogs, one tea and one coffee please mate

Said a voice from behind her right shoulder. As she turned to look at the owner of the voice she found herself looking at a man she had never seen before. He wore an orange rain jacket and jeans with walking boots. His face was kind, his eyes a soft green that twinkled at her as he smiled.

As Fiona opened her mouth to protest this man held his finger to his lips to indicate that she shouldn’t say anything.

‘I came up here to get away from the Christmas Eve crowds, I take it you are doing the same. Please accept these as a Christmas gift from one stranger to another to celebrate the peace we have both found.’

His smile as he spoke captivated Fiona, she was speechless, nothing like this happens to her. It’s the sort of thing you might read about in those soppy novels by the likes of Barbara Cartland. Nora Luft’s her ex husband had always called them.

The steaming mugs sat on the bar now as the man inside the van placed the two hot dogs on to the stainless steel holder where they could sit whilst sauce was added. That was a good idea meant you still had both hands free. Fiona picked up her hot dog complete with brown sauce and her mug of steaming tea she turned to the stranger to thank him and began walking towards her car. The man followed her to her car.

‘I come up here fairly often when I can. I love looking out over the city picking out the land marks then looking out over the harbour counting the ships.’

Smiling Fiona looks up into his face.

‘Yes I do that too……sometimes in the day like this but also at night when the city is all lit up. I like trying to pick out the places I know. It’s getting cold now; I am going to get into my car, thank you for these.’

‘No worries, it was a pleasure to put a smile on a beautiful face, why don’t you come sit in my car we can show each other the places we know’.

Seeing Fiona looking around puzzled.
‘Sorry my name’s Ben, my car is over there the other side of the white van.’

‘Hi Ben, Fiona, do you do this often? Buy drinks for stranger women and invite them into your car?’

‘Actually no, I am quite shy, but it must be something about the day and seeing you there alone, you looked so much at peace with yourself. You are very sexy did you know that?’

‘Thank you Ben.’

‘No thank you for allowing me to chat with you. Look I can see you are getting colder as you are shivering now, please come to my car with me, I promise I won’t abduct you. I will even give you my car keys to hold if that makes you feel safer’

The two people, complete strangers just a few short minutes ago, walked towards his blue Mondeo. Once inside with their mugs resting on the shelf making circular patches of steam develop on the windscreen. Fiona and Ben continue chatting about the view, and their reasons for being there on this damp Christmas Eve.

‘Everything is so hectic at this time of year it’s nice to just spend a little while away from the crowds.’

‘I hate crowds, I love getting out into the countryside on my bike, but on days like this there are so many things that need to be done to make sure that tomorrow is as good as possible, but I still need to get a little bit of peace so that I can face the rest of it. Here let me take that for you, oh don’t you have small delicate hands, may I?’

Ben takes hold of Fiona’s hand and turning it palm up he lightly kisses her fingertips. Fiona giggles, she looks into Ben’s eyes for a fraction longer than she needs to, their eyes lock as he leans across and plants a kiss on her cheek. As he draws back their eyes meet again before he leans in for a kiss on Fiona’s waiting lips.

‘ Mmmm you taste nice can I kiss you again?’

Fiona puts her hands on his shoulders drawing Ben towards her as they lose themselves in their kiss. Hands stroking and rubbing each other as their desire for each other builds rapidly now. Ben slips a hand between Fiona’s legs which she parts slightly without even thinking about what she is doing. All she knows and cares about in this moment is that this lovely man is kissing her and she doesn’t want him to stop. Taking her hands off his shoulders Fiona places her left hand on Ben’s thigh whilst her right hand delves inside his jacket and under his sweater. She only knows that it is almost Christmas. She has been dreading a lonely Christmas with no kisses under the mistletoe for her this year and here she was in the arms of this kind sexy man.

As his hand inches up between her thighs Fiona begins to squirm about in her seat, trying to make it easier for Ben to find the place she wants him to find. She knows that once his fingers reach the top of her thighs he will notice how wet she has become, surely some of her wetness has seeped through the material of her jeans. She feels the little tugs in her clitoris as their kisses become more urgent. Half pulling away Fiona fumbles with the button fly on her jeans, she takes hold of Ben’s hand guiding him into her jeans so that his fingers just nudge her engorged button.

Fiona almost jumps off the seat as her body convulses with the shock as his fingers find just the right place to trigger an immediate orgasm.

‘Fuck! Oh god! Fuck! fuck! Don’t stop, hey please don’t ……..that felt so good, I don’t remember the last time I felt that good.’

Fiona can’t believe how quickly Ben brought her to orgasm then withdrew his fingers, but she relaxed when she saw him place his fingers against his lips drawing one finger between his lips, his left hand drawing her head back close to his, he slips the other wet finger between her lips so that they are both tasting her juice simultaneously.

Fiona kisses Ben whilst his fingers are still in both their mouths, her own fingers busy working on his belt and zip, she wants his cock released from the confines of his jeans. Ben tilts his seat back a little as Fiona lowers her head, she can already see the pre cum glistening an the head of his stiff waiting penis. It seems to be calling to her. Fiona can taste the sweet stickiness before her tongue makes contact with his rock hard shaft. Now they are both moaning as she draws his length slowly into her mouth.
She feels the swelling increase as his sperm begins to spurt into her hot mouth.

‘sorry’

‘what are you sorry for?’

‘I came so quickly, it’s been a while since I last had my cock in a woman’ mouth, it was just too much for me to contain myself, sorry.’

‘no need to be sorry’

‘Any way I must apologise as you didn’t come here for this, I should never have kissed you.’

‘yes you should, I know I came here for a bit of peace, well I got a piece of you and that was an unexpected bonus. I expected to spend Christmas without a kiss. Now I have been kissed by you.’

Fiona smiles wickedly at Ben as he blushes

‘There must be a fairy Godmother after all.’

Fiona clambers out of the car adjusting her jeans and strides back to her own car, switches on the engine and drives away to join her family with the Christmas preparations.

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here endeth the drought

Posted by secretlynaughty on November 14, 2010

I was the first to arrive. I had changed out of my trousers into my black mini skirt and was stood gazing at the city in the distance all lit up against the dark sky. His hands were caressing my neck and shoulders as he stood behind me. I was enjoying this quiet moment just the two of us. Again the weeks had flown by since we were last together. The moment was broken with the ringing of the door bell. Wilma and Curtis bustled in from the windy night. Greetings were exchanged, it had been months since Dave had last seen them and even longer since I had first met them.

Wilma was looking radiant and Curtis looked more handsome than I remembered. Dave did the dutiful host bit handing out glasses of rose champagne whilst Curtis had a beer. Wilma and I took up positions at either end of the 3 seater sofa, Curtis in one of the arm chairs and Dave perched on the arm of the sofa. I did feel a slight jealousy when Dave was caressing Wilma the way he had been doing with me before their arrival, only this time he was letting his hand roam over her chest too.

We all chatted aimiably catching up on the months that had passed. At Dave’s invitation Curtis wedged himself between us girls. I watched Dave kissing the back of Wilma’s neck…….why couldn’t he do that to me!! Curtis took hold of my left breast squeezing and stroking through the lycra of my skimpy red top and peach lace bra. That felt good. Wilma told him to ………..’take it out, you know you want to’.

Curtis didn’t need telling twice, scooping my left breast out of its confines he didn’t waste much time bending his head as he lifted my breast up towards his mouth. The feel of my nipple being sucked enthusiastically brought a mixture of pleasure and sadness that it had been so long since I had last had this kind of attention.By the time Wilma and I had all our breasts uncovered for the pleasure of the men, Curtis was slipping onto his knees between my thighs, pushing aside my matching peach knickers to lick along the edge of my pussy.

Dave suggested that to save their knees we should all go upstairs to his bedroom. Clothes quickly removed Dave and Wilma took up position on the bed not leaving much room for Curtis and myself but we managed. The shock of his tongue against my clit for the first time sent shudders through my body. I was very soon writhing with unrelenting pleasure.  Soon I was moaning in ecstacy, this is what I miss. How could I have doubted that I wanted to do this. I giggle to myself as Wilma’s moans sound so similar to my own. Both men are working us with their fingers.

Moving to stand beside me Curtis presents me with his gorgeous cock. It has been a while since I was given a cock to suck and this one is not only a nice length and thickness (thick enough without being too big for my small mouth) bit feels and tastes great too. To make it easier for Curtis who was jammed up against the bedside cabinet, I swing my legs over the side of the bed as I sit up. Thats better now I can get a better grip on this amazing shaft as my tongue trails up and down, around and around exploring every bit of it.

Whilst I am busying myself in giving and taking as much pleasure as I can with his tool I am aware of his fingers playing with my breasts. But it takes a moment to realise that one of his hands is on my pussy, the other hand on my breast belongs to his wife. Her breath warm on my naked back as Dave finger fucks her from behind. Her fingers become more urgent on my nipple as her orgasm builds. Before releasing her grip as she collaspes spent on the bed behind me.

Pushing me back onto the bed, a condom hastily adorned, Curtis kneels between my thighs lifting my feet up to his shoulders to enter my tight pussy. I suggest some lube might be needed, obligingly I hear a drawer open and Dave tosses a bottle of lube to Curtis. Now we can try again, I try to relax but its not easy knowing this will hurt to begin with. It does hurt and we don’t get far. Swapping over he lays flat and I climb on lowering myself slowly onto his rigid tool. Unlike Fred who lets me take time to ease myself on, Curtis thrust up into me, woah that hurts but I persevere, it is although painful, good to feel him deep inside me. I find it easy to ride him although the pain is still there. This is what my Dr wanted for me last year, a lover who wasn’t afraid to push me without being worried about my pain.

It is only this that will help to stretch my short tight cunt to get back to more normality. We are getting into an easier rhythum now. I am starting to get through the pain but Curtis is ready for another change. I’m on my knees now with my head bouncing off the wooden headboard ……funny I had never noticed before that it is wooden. I grit my teeth as Curtis enters me from behind, if only my head wasn’t so close to the headboard I could enjoy this more. Ohh whats happening now? I am being pulled by my legs towards the foot of the bed as Curtis again fucks me from behind. Yesssss I feel like a real woman again now I have been fucked by a good sized cock, good and hard for the first time in months. Maybe I have found a replacement for Fred and before him Nigel. But this time there is the added bonus that his wife want to play with me too. She wispered to me that she wants to try licking my pussy.

Unfortunately a family emergency meant that they had to leave early. Having dressed to bid our guests goodbye we were content to just sit facing each other on his sofa, my feet in Dave’s lap as he gently stroked them whil we chatted. It had been a long week so I decided to make my weary way home early. I am so glad I hadn’t been too tired to join in the fun this time. I can’t wait for the next time the four of us get together again.

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Happiness is ……

Posted by secretlynaughty on November 7, 2010

Happiness is having my mouth wrapped around the gorgeous cock of a lovely man while both he and his wife play with my nipples 😉

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Valerie’s secret

Posted by secretlynaughty on November 4, 2010

It’s nearly 5.30pm and Valerie knows it wont be long before she is released for the evening. She brings herself back to the here and now, Julie is explaining to her how to turn off the switchboard at the end of the day. Tomorrow Valerie would be on her own. She had started this new job as receptionist at the Surveyor’s office a day early so that Julie could show her the ropes. Julie was leaving to have a baby. As they were putting on their coats the two women wished each other ‘good luck’.

Valerie had done this kind of work before, but not in an office this size. Usually Valerie liked to work in a busy office where she wouldn’t have time to think. She liked to have enough work to keep her mind active and her hands busy. You learn more when you are in a busy environment & Valerie liked to treat each day as an opportunity to learn. But this time Valerie knew that she would not be busy in this office. There would not be many visitors and phone calls through the switchboard would be minimal. She knew a little about the Company, there were two senior surveyors, Conrad Jasper and Marcus Bentley, between them they own the majority of shares in the Company. Then there were the other surveyors, Davies, Wheeler, Thompson, Taylor and Cartwright. There were a host of others but as yet Valerie didn’t know what they all did. Oh well she would soon learn who they all were. One name Valerie had learnt very early in the day was Cora Baker. Cora was PA to both Marcus and Conrad, she was very protective of her two bosses and you crossed her at your peril.

Valerie had taken this job as she needed the money to bring up her two teenage sons Jamie and Tom, but it would also give her time to keep up with her studying during the quiet periods through out the day. There was another reason Valerie had taken this job in this particular office, but this was Valerie’s secret.

Earlier in the day Valerie had been in the post room sorting through the days outgoing post ready for collection. She had heard two male voices the other side of the screen separating the post room from the openplan office behind it. Valerie couldn’t help but smile as she heard these two as yet unidentified voices in hushed whispers. The younger voice was telling the other that he thought the new receptionist was hot. Those legs, surely they must be in stockings, not tights under that tight pinstripe skirt and those heels made her legs appear to go on forever. The other man, he had a much older voice told his friend that he was wrong women in their forties don’t wear stockings to work. Anyway he told his younger colleague. ‘You don’t know much about women, it isn’t the legs you look at, you need to check out her breasts and if he wasn’t mistaken the new receptionist was all woman. Curvy in all the right places and those boobies straining against the buttons of her white blouse have just got to be fabbie dabbie.’ Valerie cringed to herself, she hated words/phrases like boobies and fabbie dabbie, they made her think of adolescent public school boys.

Valerie had been brought back from her wondering thoughts when she heard the younger man ask.
‘Marcus, whatever is the matter with Cora today? Did you see the looks she gave the new receptionist when she came in with the coffee this morning. That’s not like her.’

‘Oh you know Cora, how she feels she has to protect me and Conrad. She’s worried I will run off with the new gal, thinks my eye was on her too much, not like Conrad he hardly noticed her at all. Funny that, as she is about his age, But I guess he is settled at home. But I was worried about him a few months ago.’

‘Why were you worried about Conrad?’
‘Oh you know when he sent all the staff a text wishing everyone a happy new year. He got himself in a muddle, sent some of us the wrong message, including Cora, upset her I can tell you. Seems our Conrad is not all he seems, had been having a steamy affair & accidentally sent a text meant for this mystery woman. Cora vowed to get to the bottom of it.’

Valerie smiled to herself as she picked up the crisp white envelopes and slipped them into the sack ready for the post man to collect.

That’s day one in the new job over, this could be interesting Valerie told herself as she slipped behind the wheel of her black focus and started the engine. In ten minutes she would be through the door of their new flat. She would only have time for a shower and put on her favourite new sexy lingerie before he would join her.

Valerie had known as soon as she heard the voice this morning that it had been Cora who had called her anonymously last week.

Well Cora was not going to get at her. Conrad was not Cora’s husband but he was Valerie’s lover.

to be continued

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Teasing my lover

Posted by secretlynaughty on October 26, 2010

After Fred left I was bored, changing out of my black skirt and into my red satin chemise I lay on the hotel bed. I decided to take a couple of photos of my legs which I then sent to Nigel. I knew he would still be out driving his articulated lorry. I wanted him here with me now, I didn’t want to have to wait for him. I wanted him to be urgently wanting me as mch as I wanted him here with me. I sent first one photo then the other to his phone telling him that it wouldn’t be long before these legs would be wrapped around his neck.


As he steps through the door the first thing I notice is that his designer stubble has become more like bristles but I take that to be down to the fact he has just finished working a night shift and I am more used to seeing him in the late morning when he has just got up for the day. He takes me in his arms and the 5 months feel more like 5 days. It doesn’t take him long to have me on my back while he devours my very wet pussy. Once he has had me writhing in unadulterated pleasure he strips off his own clothes and makes hot passionate love to me. I am not going to describe what we have simply as sex as it is so much more than that. We connect on more levels than purely physical. He fucks me long and hard the way he knows I like, my legs bent back with my feet around his waist before he moves bringing my legs up with him so that my feet are pointing into the space above him as my ankles rest on his shoulders he thrusts into me in the deep missionary he so loves. Mmmm I had forgotten the intensity of this position. He rolls me onto my side entering me from behind. we chat as we rest before he has me lying on my front so he can access my ass. He comments on the marks asking if I had been having fun and got carried away. I tell him I will explain later, right now I am getting breathless as he trusts deep inside my tight arse. He is very vocal about his pleasure as he fucks me. Unlike my cunt he can thrust his whole shaft into my ass.

Again we rest and chat catching up on our news of the missing months. He tells me he has been offered a job in another part of the country, the money is good but he won’t be taking it. what a relief, how could I lose him so soon after finally getting him here now. We both know it is highly unlikely we will see each other again until next month. Oh god how I enjoy teasing him with my tongue and fingers as I take his already hard again cock into my hungry mouth. I have forgotten my lack of sleep as I tease and lick his cock from head to base taking my time licking, sucking and fondling his balls. He does so love his balls played with. As much as we are both enjoying this we don’t want to waste this rock hard cock he gets me onto my side again as he enters from behind then reverting to the deep missionary again, he senses that I am tiring I am rolled onto my front again as he slides upto the hilt into my by now slippery ass. By this time daylight creeps through the gap in the curtains. He checks the time he must go before he gets caught out. But he just cant resist banging into my cunt one more time before he drags himself away back home to his wife.

I was asked today if given the chance would I have a proper relationship with him, the answer has to be yes but as he is married it is not something I let myself think about.

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livin libido low

Posted by secretlynaughty on October 25, 2010

It has been a lovely sunny peaceful sunday morning. I was relaxing enjoying the delicious hot water and soft white bubbles of my bath when it happened. Time was my own, there was no rush like there is on a weekday morning. Lifting my right leg out of the water to rest my foot on the side of the bath and slid my hand down between my thighs.

Using my finger I pressed, rubbed and flicked but nothing happened, I was willing myself to climax. Nothing I did helped, there was no sign of arousal. I was thinking about this and the way I have been feeling lately. I have been feeling a lack of arousal. My recent lack of sex has not bothered me, if anything it has been more of a relief.

In the next couple of days I will be alone at home for a whole night whilst my remaining children are away from home. This would be an ideal time to invite either Karl or Dave to spend time alone with me in my home. It would be an ideal time to christen my bed. No man has been in my bed since I bought it 2.5 years ago. Yet I have not mentioned to either of them that this opportunity has arisen. Neither have I told Fred who I know would love to see me again. (He has been leaving me offline messages recently making it clear that if I had not been away last week he wanted to see me).

I have concluded that my libido is currently rock bottom. I don’t know how I can change that.

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Roger returns

Posted by secretlynaughty on September 15, 2010

Perhaps I was hallucinating, after all I had been driving for 6 hours in rain on unfamiliar roads. I was unwell and had got soaked every time I had moved to or from the car. It was late evening by the time I was home (soaked to the skin again) sipping a cuppa soup prior to running a soothing bubble bath. Switching on my laptop I saw his name at the top of my list of friends online. That couldn’t be right. Roger couldn’t be online, he hadn’t been for years……he had probably deleted the account by now.

Less than a minute later a chat window opened up and Roger was saying hello. We chatted briefly, long enough for him to tell me that he is back in my town for a while. This morning he was online again before he dashed off to work.

After the unexpected chat with Russell last week just 24 hours after I posted about the way Jim had disappeared and reappeared in my life this is just a little bit spooky.

Roger was the first married man I had met for over 20 years. My second ever. We had started off chatting online through Adult friend finder. He is in the Forces and was stationed at the Base on the edge of my town. I believe his profile stated single (or maybe it was ‘prefer not to say’) anyway we chatted for a few days before agreeing to meet for a drink. It was then that he asked me if I had any NO NOs . I started off with No married men. He confessed that he is married but his wife is 200 miles away. I agreed to meet him for a drink anyway. But had no intention of doing anything other than having a friendly drink/chat. He was after all away from home and didn’t know many people in the town.

He picked me up from the next road, he was very handsome and great company.  Sitting in the pub with our glasses of fruit juice hardly touched as we talked and talked it seemed so natural to give in when he leaned in for a kiss. What was I thinking of ? This man who is not only married, not only extremely handsome (in a tall dark prince charming kind of way) and good company too but at least 10 years my junior………I don’t do younger (my head can’t get around it).

I didn’t put up any resistence when he suggested that we go back to his room on the Base. The security guards hardly batted an eyelid as we drove through the gate. This was the first time I had seen inside the accomodation blocks. he was in a senior ratings block. He smuggled me up the stairs to his room (not easy with my heels clattering on the stairs).

Sitting on the edge of his double bed we resumed our kissing. It wasn’t long before we were both stripped of our clothes, I was a little shy as he was only the second man I had met on AFF ……….I was still new to having sex with anyone since my marriage had ended a few months earlier.  Roger is a very fit and energetic lover. He is very attentive…..just as any an should be. I had warned him that I get very wet (he wasn’t prepared for just how wet I get) neither was I prepared for how wet he gets. I had never met a man who sweats as much during sex ( before or since). It wasn’t a bad thing it was quite sexy even so long as it wasn’t dripping into my eye. It was the height of summer (or at least as hot as summer gets here in UK).

We met a few times after this but mostly we just chatted online, it wasn’t always easy to make time in our schedules to be able to meet in person. After that first time Roger left a testimonial on my profile.

What a chatty, smiley girl SN is. ‘Busty’! Certainly! A boob man’s dream! 😉 Outside the bedroom SN is warm, laid back, chatty and smiley. And what a charming smile too! Really good company. Inside the bedroom she has a shy innocents that just makes you want her more. Receptive, warm and very, very wet! Hmmm! 😉 I spent a very enjoyable evening both outside as well as inside the bedroom with SN and hope to repeat the experience again soon! Let me bathe in your rivers again sometime! 😉 xx

Eventually Roger was almost found out by someone he worked with. He made the decision to give up seeing any of the women he had been having fun with. Not long after that (we had stayed in contact) he moved back home. His contact was very sparse for a while then stopped altogether a couple of years ago.

Until now……….

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