Sunday, October 17, 2010

He's Baaaaaaaaaaaaack!

Damn the greeting card companies for creating fakes holidays! Sweetest day?? What the hell is sweetest day??

Imagine my surprise as I pull into my drive way and find Tom sitting on the bottom step of my stair well with a pizza and several cans of pop.


I had no idea what to do. I was obligated to invite him up, there was no way around it. Cursing myself for not just dumping him via email, I was certain the cold shoulder treatment would be sufficient enough to ditch him after the other day.

I couldn't have been more wrong.

How could someone so handsome and charismatic be so disgusting? I'm still baffled by it all. We munched on the pizza and watched 'The Lovely Bones' for a while, small talking and getting to know each other a little better.

The weird thing is, I still kind of like this guy. I just wish he could ditch the gastrointestinal problems.

Holy shit.... And I mean that in the most literal sense.

I had the most amazing sex with him last night. The farting problem, a distant memory. I was actually kind of glad I invited him to sleep over......

Until a few moments ago.

I don't think my bathroom is ever going to be the same again. He was trying not to wake me, but I was wide awake, laying there, pretending to sleep. Tiptoeing into my bathroom, he turned on the light and closed the door part way.

For the life of me, I can't imagine why he didn't CLOSE it ALL the way.... I heard sounds I've never heard come from a man. I may never be the same again.

Friday, October 15, 2010

I am disgusted.

Is a girl considered slutty if she has several boyfriends?

One thing is certain, however, I will not be seeing Tom again.

Tom was a charismatic and handsome 58 year old man. He ran several times a week and was divorced for close to 2 years. Unfortunately for me, it took a second date to reveal some of his pitfalls.

We had talked and emailed several times, and met for dinner once, previous to this date. Nothing at all sexual had happened between us previous to last night.

Had I known what was about to happen last night, I probably wouldn't have fucked him last night either.

You would think his revealing several failed marriages would have deterred me, but it didn't. In my mind I thought, hey, it's not like I want to marry this guy. I don't even want to live with him. I just like the way I feel when I am around him. He treats me like a queen.

You would think the way he started to council me on divorce would turn me off, but that didn't either. (What am I? An idiot?) Instead I glazed over the conversation with apparent lack of interest and continued watching the movie in the darkness of the theater.

It wasn't until I invited him back to my apartment, for the first time I might add, that I really understood why he was still single and had all those failed marriages.

He farts constantly.

At first, I was completely horrified. There I was, laying naked, spread eagle across my bed while he licked and suckled my clit, and he lets one rip. Thinking to myself, I couldn't possibly have heard what I heard, I tried to push it out of my mind as he slowly slipped his finger into my ass. Then he really let go, and a series of short bursts followed by a 30 second marathon fart stunned me into complete silence. Noticing my horror, he half-heartedly and without any shred of shame fleetingly mumbles "sorry" and continues sliding a finger in my ass and licking my clit.

Every ounce of me to the very core of my being was screaming, "OH MY GOD, GET HIM THE HELL AWAY FROM ME!!!"

I didn't know what to do. Pretend it doesn't bother me? Tell him to stop?? Try like hell to get him the hell out of my apartment???

By now it was too late... He was naked with a raging hard on licking my ass and pinching my nipples. I just went with it, and let him continue on with the fart marathon.

I have never experienced anything like it in my life.

With my fingers crossed, I hoped he would decide to go home when it was all said and done, but that was not the case. I was destined to spend the night sleeping under the same blankets with this men.

That will be the only night I ever spend with this guy.

I wish I could say that was the last of the story, but I would be sorely mistaken. I was awoken this morning by the sound of his ass cheeks vibrating against my legs as he let one last goddamn fart go right in my lap.

Can a guy be turned on by that?

I am just now connecting all the ass play with his 'problem'. He licked my ass. He fucked me in the ass this morning after I rolled away from him in horror.

Is he into scat??

I can honestly say, I am into a lot of things, but this just totally disgusted me on so many levels. Tom and I will never happen again.

Saturday, August 14, 2010

And his name is Steve....

I spoke with Steve on the phone today, he was worried that I had changed my mind after our first encounter together in his hotel room.

Two weeks have passed since our encounter, and I have thought of nothing else since.

He feels I am unlike anyone he has ever met, which is assuredly true. I am unlike anyone I have ever met, either.

He reminds me of R in so very many ways....

I'm going to have to watch myself with this one.

Sunday, August 08, 2010

Evans, CO

The city I very nearly relocated myself to, this past spring.

I have those same, caged feelings again. Feelings of being trapped, held against my will.

I hate my life, I day dream of escaping on an almost daily basis.

I spent 3 months researching Evans, it's population, crime rate, education and employment statistics.

What kept me here? Here in my caged prison?

My children.

It was not my secret lover man, whom I have been seeing for an entire year now, nor was it my husband who I can barely stand to be in the same room with.

It was my children.

I found myself scanning through the paper again this morning. So many apartments out there, I just wish I could bring myself to leaving. Part of me is scared, scared for what will happen. I no longer have that cushy high paying job I once had. Can I afford to live on my own? It terrifies me to consider bringing my children into an environment where their basic human needs could not be met.

Thoughts to ponder, I suppose.

For the moment, I will find my escape within the naughty little trysts I secretly enjoy as my life slips by.

Saturday, August 07, 2010

Another lover?

A husband, 3 kids, full time employment, and 2 lovers?

Is it possible?

I don't know, but I soon shall see.

I met the most amazing man at work last week. He has captured my very soul with those beautiful brown eyes and that adorably withdrawn smile.

I wanted to take him to the back stock room and fuck him the instant we began talking.

We met up in his hotel room the instant I left work. His cock was hard and his shirt was off when he opened the door for me. A sly little smile betrayed my amusement, he turned away from me slightly, trying to hide his arousal.

Unable to resist him, I sat on the bed and motioned for him to join me. Placing my hand on his thigh, I leaned in and lightly pressed my lips upon his own. Pouncing on the opportunity, he passionately forced me against the bed, his right arm holding me against him, his rock hard cock pressed against my leg.

I ripped my own work uniform off the minute he rolled back, away from me, to get a condom. Sitting back now, thinking about it, I'm almost embarrassed at my own display of wanton lust. He must have viewed me as a complete sexual illiterate.

That is definitely not the case, as my readers do know.

"I hope you don't mind," I giggled to him, throwing my panties across the room. Condom in place, and smiling up a storm, he rolled in and got up on his knees. Holding my legs across his chest, he slid his throbbing cock between my legs and positioned my ass on his thighs.

His cock was huge.

Every thrust ended with his cock slamming against my cervix, sharp little pains radiated out into the small of my back. I could feel myself torn between pleasure and pain as I pressed my legs against his chest and my back against the bed. Long, loud moans filled the room, I was assuredly waking up anyone with an adjoining room. Sweat dripped from his body, splashing on my face and chest, as he rolled me onto my side, to lean above me, and continue fucking me. Grabbing onto the bed post to steady myself, I could not stop my body from heaving back and forth as he continued thrusting. Kissing my cheek, and shoulder, his sweaty lips left a trail across my body as his hand grasped and pulled my hair.

With one long, sweaty, thrust he finally came. Holding me close, I could feel his hot wet skin sticking to my own. My breath coming in gasps, I couldn't say a word.

"You're shaking, sweety," he purred in my ear, holding me close.

At that very moment in time, I knew I had to see him again.

Friday, April 02, 2010


I met my Lover Man today at his house, scarf in hand. He smiled as I stepped through the door, taking the scarf from my hand.

"Are you ready, darling?" He winked at me.

"Yes," I replied, my voice giddy with excitement.

Cupping my ass with his palm, he led my down the stairs and into the spare bedroom we use for our intimate affairs.

"I've missed you so much," I say, turning to him, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I've missed you too Lover Girl," his eyes peer into mine, I laugh. His hand has deftly found it's way beneath my shirt and begun to lightly touch the area of my lower back where I am ticklish. Pulling me closer, he kisses my neck and laughs at my squirming.

He has taken his Viagra, his cock is rock hard pressing against me. I press my pelvis into him, I love the way his cock feels against me. I love it even more when it's thrusting inside me.

"Hop on the bed, Lover Girl," he demands me. I obey him willingly. Tying both hands to the headboard with my scarf, I am left helpless to him.

Helpless to his kissing, and sucking, and touching, and thrusting.

For hours.

Wednesday, March 31, 2010


I am nearing my 36th birthday and life is good again. I have a 2 year old daughter now, a daughter who will never know her Daddy is not her biological father. She is lying next to me, right now, kicking her feet and whining just a little because my attention is no longer on her, I am writing. I have a 15 year old son who has gotten his drivers permit, anxiously awaiting his 16th birthday so he will no longer have to ride around with his mom. I have a 7 year old who will always be my cuddle butt. I hope the day never comes when he decides it is uncool to tell me he loves me, or give me a hug before school.

Professionally my job is nothing like my former. I miss my old job, it was my life. I often think back to the way things were at the time and smile. My coworkers and friends inside that facility were family, an integral part of my life. The closure of my facility tore my family apart, we have never been the same. New jobs, new paths of life, I rarely see any of them anymore.

R is long gone. He has moved on with his life without me, just as I have moved on with mine without him. I miss him, from time to time, just as I am sure he misses me as well. He was my lover, and friend, I miss the closeness we once shared.

But I have found a new plaything, for myself, a man who is totally unlike anyone I have ever been attracted to. He is unemployed, and even when he was employed, he worked at a lumber yard. No suits for him, or expensive cars. He drives an old truck in which we have fucked in the back end because he couldn't afford a hotel room. He is quite a bit older than I, but for the life of me I don't see age. I see his kindness, and lust for me. When I think of him I see his smile, and the glint of wickedness in his eyes.

When I think of him I grow warm for him, for his touch, for the way his cock feels between my legs.