Long Day

I'm completely exhausted. It's been a really long day.

Dressed in nothing but my panties, I collapse on the bed and close my eyes. I didn't even have the energy to walk to the closet and pull out a fresh t-shirt. I barely had enough energy to strip from my clothing.

I was beginning to doze when I felt the soft touch of my husbands hand on my back. He was asking me if I was ok. With my eyes still closed, I nodded my head and rolled over to face him. It took every last ounce of energy I had to open my eyes. His gaze was fixed on my full round breasts, his hand was gently rubbing and stroking my left tit. My nipples were growing hard from the attention I was receiving.

I wanted him to fuck me hard, to make me wild with desire.

Just a taste

The Halloween party was one to remember. By the end of the night I was without pantyhose and my red heels were missing.

J arrived decked out as Dracula, minus the wife. He immediately sought me out, a friendly face in a sea of strangers. I had had several drinks at this point, I was in an inebriated state of relaxation. I laughingly teased J, asking if he was going to drain my blood before the Big Bad Wolf had a chance to get his hands on me. Baring his fangs, he scooped me into his arms and pretended to sink his teeth into my neck. Giggling furiously, I was writhing around in his grasp when I felt it, felt him hardening against me. It was making me horny.

"Is that a stake in your pocket there, Dracula?" I had my smug little smile splayed across my lips. I was trying to be sultry, but I ended up laughing anyway.

"It sure is Red, know anyone that needs to be staked?" I laughed. He was trying to be witty, he sounded like a goofball. Maybe it was my intoxication. My body heat was beginning to rise, I could feel my face flushing. "I know what your thinking....." he was smiling down at me, I could feel him twitching between my legs.

"Damn it! You always know what I'm thinking!" I pretended unconvincingly to be offended. "Come on, let's mingle!" He cleverly wrapped his cloak around him to hide his bulging lower region and we headed into the midst of the party.

So tired, so bored.......

I stayed up way too late last night, too much play can make for a miserable work day.

It sucks that I'm working on a Saturday, with a hangover, and my poor rear hurts like hell. Those wonderfully fun and naughty things tend to have 'day after effects'. No matter what they say, no matter how much lube is used the night before, it never protects from soreness the next day.

But, I would do it again in a heartbeat.

Heart of Mine

Heart of mine be still,
You can play with fire but you'll get the bill.
Don't let her know,
Don't let her know that you love her.
Don't be a fool, don't be blind,
Heart of mine.

Heart of mine go back home,
You got no reason to wander, you got no reason to roam.
Don't let her see,
Don't let her see that you need her.
Don't put yourself over the line,
Heart of mine.

Heart of mine go back where you been,
It'll only be trouble for you if you let her in.
Don't let her hear,
Don't let her hear you want her.
Don't let her know she's so fine,
Heart of mine.

Heart of mine you know that she'll never be true,
She'll only give to others the love that she's gotten from you.
Don't let her know,
Don't let her know where you're going.
Don't untie the ties that bind,
Heart of mine.

Heart of mine so malicious and so full of guile,
Give you an inch and you'll take a mile.
Don't let yourself fall,
Don't let yourself stumble.
If you can't do the time, don't do the crime,
Heart of mine.

-Bob Dylan

Need

He lay there watching as I slept beside him, watching my chest rise and fall with the rhythmic breathing of sleep. Thoughts of our evening together were close at hand. It had been a wonderfully erotic evening. Every inch of our bodies had been explored, touched, kissed.

Such a lustful man, his need for me was beginning to build again. I sleepily opened my eyes when I felt his hand softly stroking between my thighs. He leaned down to kiss me full on the lips, lips that were swollen and tender from our passion.

I moaned with pleasure as he inserted his fingers, igniting my desires once again.

Aching with need I mount him, burying his cock deeply inside me. I call out his name huskily as he thrusts his hips up beneath me, rubbing my tits, playing with my nipples.

Climaxing hard, I throw my head back nearly screaming out to him. With one last final thrust he unloads inside me, throbbing and pulsing, moaning with his own release.

Slowly, I lean down, trying not to pull too far away from him. He smiles as my hair tickles his nose, I smile back as I kiss him one last time.

"That's my girl," he says.

An Unexpected Visitor

The knock at my door turned out to be R, he is a day early. I was startled to see him. He looked so handsome standing there, his tie was loosened, his hair was mussed. I stepped outside and shut the door, immediately wishing I had grabbed a jacket. It was 40 degrees and the only thing I was wearing was a t shirt and grey athletic shorts. My nipples were burning they were so hard. He reached out and held my left hand in his. Up until now neither of us had spoken a word.

"How are you?" I was looking down at my bare feet, I could feel his eyes peering down at me.

"I'm ok," I looked up into his eyes. We stood there for several seconds before he leaned down to kiss me gently. My heart was pounding so intensely I could almost hear it.

"Are you sure?" Glints of light were reflected out of his eyes. I shook my head yes. I leaned into him and placed my free arm about his waist. "Damn, your freezing! You're going to catch pneumonia. I'll call you when I get home, ok?" R squeezed me tight as I nodded my head once again. I looked up into his eyes one last time, such amazing brown eyes. He kissed me one last gently lingering kiss and turned to leave.

I quickly opened my door and stepped back inside.

An inquiring mind would like to know.

I am deeply fascinated by the admission of twisted and the orgy thing. Twisted, please email me with a more in depth account of maybe an experience, or a preference, or anything really.

That goes for anyone else out there, I would be more then happy to hear about a fantasy or a moment of particular ecstasy.

I promise the information will go no further then me. I can keep secrets.

wrinklemuffin@gmail.com

Insomnia

I am unable to sleep. I've been lying awake for the past hour staring at the ceiling.

I stood in the shower allowing the hot water to roll down my pale skin, skin that was beginning to grow pink from the heat. I leaned my head back and let the spray of water tickle my face from behind. So relaxing. I'm so tired, yet I can't seem to sleep. I have needs that haven't been met.

Without realizing it I begin touching myself down there, slowly rubbing, slowly coming alive. My thoughts have become slightly fuzzy, I am warm and aching, unable to stop what I have started. A quiet moan slips out before I have a chance to stifle it. I inhale deeply as the warmth of my climax overwhelms me.

I'm just so tired...... maybe now I'll be able to sleep.

'Hey there Little Red Riding Hood, you sure are looking good, you're everything that a big bad wolf could want......'

I've decided to just go as Little Red Riding Hood to the Halloween party anyway. I wish I had someone to be the Big Bad Wolf for me.

I don't know what it is about that song that turns me on. I am so horny, I would love to be man handled by a big bad wolf right now.

I'm lusting for something naughty.

It happened one night

It is no secret, I have mentioned before that I have children. I have 2 sons, one is 11 and one is 2. Oddly enough, it was because of my 2 year old that I met R.

The company I work for had been trying to seduce new business with the company that R works for for quite some time. On many occasions we had wined and dined their executives in hopes of winning the account. On one such occasion myself and 3 others were tasked to take R and 4 of his colleagues out for an evening of entertainment. (AKA, dinner, going to the bar, trying like hell to talk them into signing with us.) I had gone home, fed my little guy, partially changed my clothes, and headed back out to meet at the restaurant.

When the meal went well, everyone was eager to find their way to the bar and the alcohol that was screaming out to us. The drinks went down smooth and everyone was enjoying themselves immensely. R was sitting on the other end of the table, I had not actually spoken to him at all up until the point he requested his colleague swap seats with him.

When he looked at me I blushed. My body temperature rose and I was unable to speak. He was so handsome, he had his drink in one hand and he used his other hand to rub his knee nervously. He started telling me that he had been watching me all evening. He was mesmorized by my laugh, and my peas. I laughed, and rolled my eyes. What peas? What in the heck was he talking about? It turned out I had the perfect little handprint of a baby who had eaten peas on my left shoulder.

Everyone became completely inebriated this night. A good time was had by all. This would be my first experience cheating on my husband.

I had arrived with J at the beginning of the evening only to become deserted by him at the end. His very angry wife had arrived at the bar and escorted him home like a little child. R had offered to give me a lift, and I gladly accepted. We stopped at his house for another drink. I knew what was going to happen, and I went in willingly. We stood in his kitchen for the longest time. I had my back to the center island, he was standing before me, smiling down at me, running his fingers through my hair. When he leaned down to kiss me I lost myself in his touch. Time stood still for just a brief moment, he was whispering something in my ear, and taking my hand. I followed behind him down the hall into his bedroom. I was warm and aching, in desperate need of him. He sat on his bed and watched while I slowly stripped my clothes for him. I could see how hard his cock was, he was starting to rub it through his suit pants. I knelt down before him and began to unleash him. He was so firm and hard. He moaned when my mouth began moving up and down on him, he grabbed a fist full of my hair. I had to swallow hard and fast when he came in my mouth. He was begging me not to stop.

He fucked me long and hard before he returned me back to my home. We had both agreed this would be a one time only encounter.

Of course, that was now over a year ago.

Irony

I stopped to pick up an elderly coworker for work this morning. I had bagels and cream cheese sitting in the back seat for everyone in my department. As we headed through the door she exclaimed to everyone "[Woman with a secret] is such a sweetheart. What would we do without her?" I forced a small smile, and thought of this blog, and the secrets I have been documenting in anonymity.

My husband spoke to me this morning for the first time since Saturday. I was in the shower, lost in thought, letting the hot water run down my body. "Are you ok?" he said.

"Yes," I replied. I was still standing there, eyes closed, letting the hot water relax my nerves.

"Ok," he said and left the bathroom. This is the way things are with us. We are not arguing, the silence is not intentional. It just is. I can't handle the silence.

With R there is no silence. No secrets. I do not feel the need to walk on eggshells in his presence.

The User Conference

The ice cold rain beat down on me as I ran up to the building, cursing myself for now wearing my jacket to lunch. It was sunny when I left, a little crisp, but nothing I couldn't endure until I made it back to the conference room.

J was waiting just inside the door for me. Goose flesh ran the length of my body, my nipples were hard and visible through my white silk blouse. J rubbed his hands up and down the length of my arms, a vain attempt to create warmth.

"Take my coat," he said, holding it out for me to slip on. I thankfully put it on and wrapped up tight in it. His body heat enveloped me, warming me instantly. His scent was amazing, I was beginning to grow warm an lustful for him. He placed his hand in the small of my back and led me back to the room. The others were already beginning to congregate for the remainder of the conference.

"Damn you smell good," I smiled as we returned back to our seats. I turned to hang his jacket back up before we sat. J's eyes roamed the length of my body. I gave him one last lustful look at my swollen nipples and took my seat.

Until Friday

When he spoke, what tender words he used! So softly, that like flakes of feathered snow, They melted as they fell.

-John Dryden


I was bathing my little guy when he called. The phone rang twice before I had the courage to answer it, my heart was consumed with fear.

He questioned why it took so long for me to answer the phone, then laughed as he heard the playful splashes in the background. "When I get back I want you to give me a bath too," he teased.

"I, um, we need to........." I was stammering. I couldn't do it. He immediately sense something was upsetting me.

"What's going on?" his voice was a little stern. I could feel tears begin to form in my eyes. I steadied myself and began to speak again.

"[R], I don't think we should see each other anymore." Tears were steadily flowing down my cheeks, my heart pounded in my chest. My little guy began asking me why Mommy was crying. I shushed him lightly.

"Are you crying? Why are you crying? What in the hell is going on?" R's voice echoed from the receiver. He was upset, he never raised his voice to me.

"Why did you have to say it??" I was openly crying now, my voice trembled as I spoke.

"Please don't do this to me......." a much more soothing tone had replaced the initial sternness. "I'll be back on Friday...... We can talk Friday......." he was beginning to plead.

"Ok," my breaths were coming in quick hitched gasps. I had promised myself I wasn't going to do this. I was silently chastising myself.

The phone conversation ended with R softly telling me that we were going to work things out. I was angry with myself for not being stronger, for not being able to keep the upper hand.

A Sharp Mind

It is a Saturday night and I sit alone wallowing in self pity. My children are asleep, my husband is watching the baseball game. I can not get the events of yesterday afternoon out of my mind. There has been no contact with R since the incident, he is not aware of any internal conflict I am experiencing. He will be calling me tomorrow before the plane takes off and he is in route to his latest business destination.

Up until now I have not given any indication of my intellect. Am I smart? Yes, I am. I exercise the grey matter regularly. I work for a large EMS corporation in a management position that requires me to be IPC certified, ISO audit qualified, and FDA ready. It is a constantly changing atmosphere of upgrades and competition.

Our latest challenge to befall the industry is the European directive that all product delivered overseas be RoHS compliant by 2006. We have thus far been ahead of the game, with thanks to one very aggressive customer. It is absolutely amazing how much controversy and confusion this transition process can create. When your dealing with an FDA assembly that requires any and all changes to be qualified before distribution to the public, it is veritable heart failure to discover the addition of one little symbol. Has the chemical make up of the component changed? How long have these components been RoHS compliant? Has a customer contact been initiated to notify this change?

It can be a bureaucratic nightmare of red tape, data bases, and engineering evaluation. Yet, we continue plugging away hoping to see the light at the end of the tunnel. It's got to be there. We will make it eventually.

I'll Call Him R

For a little over a year now I've been having an extra marital affair with him. I've longed for him when he is gone, I've lusted for him when he is with me.

He seduces me with his intellect and charm. When we are together, I can't get enough of him.

I can feel him above me as I'm bound to the headboard. My favorite game. He takes me roughly from behind, I am breathless with desire for him. His grasp on my hips renders me helpless. He moans in ecstasy as he buries himself deep inside me.

Breathless and struggling for air I am cradled in his arms. Strong arms hold me tight, he kisses the stray tendrils of hair from my eyes.

Then he said it. He was never supposed to say it. We had agreed upon that at the very start. It was only sex, nothing else.

I have to break it off, because I love him too.

Alone

The house is quiet and still as I sit and gaze out the window. My heart is heavy and the tears flow, I am unable to breath. I raise a shaky hand to brush my unruly hair from my eyes. It is a useless endeavor, the hair falls right back where it began.

It hurts to breath. I gasp for air as my body is once again racked with sobs.

You knew how things were from the start. You told me you could handle it. You fell in love with me anyway.

This little piggy......

My feet are an absolute erogenous zone for me. It drives me wild to have them massaged and caressed by a man. I get warm and tingly just at the thought.

One of my first sexual experiences revolved around my feet. It was an experience I will likely never forget. I was 17 and my boyfriend and I were practically naked kissing madly on the living room floor. I playfully pushed him flat on his back so I could sit astride him, teasing his rock hard penis against my soft skin. He was begging me to let him inside me, begging me to take care of his need. I just smiled down at him in that naughty little way I have.

My plan was to suck his cock until he screamed out my name. I slid back on his legs and knelt down to take him in. In a somewhat hesitant voice he asked if I would try something different with him. His face was flushed, he was having a hard time asking what he wanted to ask. He told me I had beautiful feet, that he wanted to rub his cock against them. He smoothed his hand over the length of my bare leg and pulled one foot forward. I flushed at the risque behavior, but I was so turned on by it.

He was warm and soft on the soles of my feet. I giggled as the head rubbed against the sensitive underside of my toes. His moans reassured me as I began to experiment, as I used my toes to explore. My toes were shiny with precum when I started to beg him to take me.

Windows to the Soul

I am entranced by his eyes. They look into my soul, delving ever deeper into my core. Can he see my secrets? Does he see what I have hidden away so skillfully?

I'm such a sweet girl on the outside. Always kind, always polite, always smiling.

But the hunger is there, just under the surface.

What time of the day are you?

I happen to be middle of the night peak arousal. Please leave a comment and let me know your when your most turned on. (I'm just curious.)

Lunch Treat

I was a bad girl today. I'm smiling wickedly just thinking about what I did.

A few of the women that I work with and I stopped to have drinks during our lunch hour today. I could feel his eyes on my back as we walked past, I knew I was going to have to take a look. I took the seat facing his direction and casually glanced his way. Our eyes met and that sly little smile crept onto my face.

So handsome and well groomed, I could feel the heat rise as I looked him over from head to toe. A wide smile had appeared across his face and he nodded his head in my direction. I smiled back, and looked away. He was on his way to our table when I looked back.

"Hello Ladies," he said, pulling up a chair right next to me. His scent was overpowering, I was heady with lust for him. "I couldn't help but notice such a beautiful group of women," he was smiling at us all, but he had placed his hand on my thigh.

"Hello," we chimed in.

"I was wondering if I could borrow your friend here for a moment?" he asked the group, and then turned to smile at me. My heart skipped several beats as my stomach did flip flops.

"Oh, I suppose so...." I slid my chair out and followed behind. He led me to a secluded area where we could not be seen by prying eyes. I closed my eyes and breathed in deeply, intoxicated by his scent. His lips met mine sending tingles throughout my entire body. His hands found my perk nipples, playfully pinching and pulling at them. "God that feels goood," I have to pull away. My desire for him is overpowering, I'm aching for him.

I head back to my group of coworkers. They smile and ask about the brief encounter. I smile back. I tell them it is a friend of my husbands.

Insomniac

I often have trouble sleeping. Falling asleep is never a problem, staying asleep seems to be impossible. Last night was no exception.

2:13 seems to be the prevailing theme for me. Every night at the same time my eyes pop open and I'm horny as heck. I contemplate for a moment or two whether I should wake my husband or not. He is such a grouch. Finally I give in to need and snuggle up to him, slowly smoothing my hand down his bare chest.

"I can't sleep honey," I whisper into his ear, kissing it lightly. He stirs as my hand slowly slides beneath the waist band of his boxers. "Help me sleep," I've got his balls in the palm of my hand slowly massaging them. I can see the bulge of his cock under the blankets. He sleepily turns to face me.

"Oh, Baby, I'm so tired," his arms are around me, pulling me tight against his body. He is slowly rubbing his boxer clad cock against me. I wrap my leg around his waist and moan softly, an intense warmth overcomes me. Just the feeling of his hard cock rubbing between my legs has made me weak.

"Please........" I drag it out extra long, like a child when they really want something. He kisses me long and hard, tightening his arms about my waist.

I moan out of relief this time, I know he will be giving me what I so badly need.

Styx

I have a Styx cd that I listen to constantly at work. It has almost become a tool for relaxation that I draw upon when I'm stressed out. Many a day have I put on the headphones and zoned out the rest of my coworkers.

Without even trying, I have attracted the attention of a man I will call J. He is not the most handsome man, but he is sweet and very charming, and very married I might add. I had never really considered what J would be like behind closed doors. Does he like a submissive woman who will bow to his every command? Or, would he prefer to be cuffed to the bed while his body was devoured by his lover?

J happened to catch me by surprise as I was listening to my Styx cd this afternoon. 'Lady' was playing and my mind had wandered from my task at hand. I felt his warm hands on my shoulders before I even knew he was there. Leaning my head back against him I smile up and ask him "what's up?" He smiles down and begins to massage my shoulders.

"Styx again?" He's smiling down at me.

"It's been a tough day." J pulls the headphones off and places them on the desk. I spin around in my chair to face him, he is standing so close to me my legs end up between his. He doesn't make any attempts to move. Neither do I. I'm still smiling, but now I'm smiling because I'm beginning to feel horny. My cubicle mate is nowhere in sight, so I let the situation continue.

"Gotta joke for you!" he says, and proceeds to tell me a corny joke about a nun and a man who sells blinds. I laugh outloud for a while, it really is a funny joke. J smiles the sneaky little smile I get when I'm thinking naughty thoughts. It turns me on even more to know he is thinking about his own naughty little thoughts of me. Is he visualizing me naked? Am I massaging his cock with my expert hands while we pretend to be working at his desk?

From behind J I hear my cubicle mates shoes clicking toward us. J spins my chair around to face the computer and pats my shoulder. "You need to let me borrow that Styx cd one of these days," he says as he departs my desk.

Just a hint

Although my blouse isn't exactly revealing, it's how I use my blouse that gets your attention. I know that if I lean forward I am fully exposed to you, my breasts, my bra, possibly even a portion of my abdomen. I consider the though for several moments.

We're standing in front of the filing cabinets discussing the lay out of a document. I don't agree with you and I've decided to seduce you into seeing things my way. You have the document in your hand, and I'm leaning forward over the open drawer to look at what you are pointing out to me. I rest one hand on your forearm as if I'm trying to regain my balance from leaning across the open drawer. You casually lean forward, toward me as well. I have my head turned toward the document, but from the corner of my eye, I see you staring down the front of my blouse, your lips parted just a hair.

I look up into your eyes and ask if you're sure we can't change things the way I would like to see them. You pull your eyes up to mine and suddenly change your mind. We can try it the way I have suggested, if it doesn't work, we can do it your way. I smile, squeeze your forearm, and thank you for listening.

As you walk away, I wonder if this moment will carry on in your thoughts. I know it will carry on in mine.

Intimate Apparel

I love lace and silk, they are the fabrics of choice when it comes to my intimate apparel. My sensitive parts will allow nothing else near them.

I get warm and lustful in the mornings while I'm dressing, just the feel of the fabric turns me on. I smooth my hand across my rear just to feel it's texture against my palm. So soft, so smooth, so sexy. That secret smile slowly forms on my lips as I fantasize, just for a moment, about the latest man that has caught my eye. I fantasize that it is he who is smoothing his hand across my rear and pulling me into his arms as I wantonly surrender myself to him.

It is not necessary for me to dress up at all today, I love weekends for that very reason. The joy of relaxing in a pair of jeans and a pull over top is superb, but beneath it all, I still have the silk and lace.

Fascinated with all things a bit naughty

Looking at me you would not think I'm a little naughty at heart. Cute face, award winning smile, blush at the drop of a hat, but I've got bad thoughts that constantly circulate in my mind. When I see a cute guy I immediately wonder what he's like between the sheets. Is he an animal? Does he like to have his ego stroked? Could he drive me crazy with desire? My mind reels.

I'm sure you're thinking by now, this girl is married! What in the heck is she thinking about other men like that for?? I've wondered that myself, I can't really explain it. I just do. I often think about secret trysts with unknown lovers, people who I know or possibly bypassed on a chance crossing one day. It's those tiny little secrets that make me who I am.

My biggest attraction is intelligent men. I love intelligent men. I love it when they talk circles around me and I have to gasp to come up for air. It's intoxicating, and I become easily intoxicated. I listen to their every word, and beg them to say more.

My official first post as 'Woman with a Secret'. I'm a wife, a mother, and a normal woman. I may be someone whom you have encountered a million times. But, do you really know the real me??

I'm a bit of an exhibitionist. I love to be looked at, to gain attention from men. I get high on the feeling that comes over me, it's a lustful feeling. The feeling that this guy is liking what he is seeing. I act coy and shy, but I know exactly what I'm doing, right down to the calculated way I look away from an onlookers eyes.

I'm also a flirt. It makes my work day worth enduring. The shy laugh, the way I sometimes blush when I've gotten carried away, and the innocent phrases I use that carry the slightly naughty under tone. Who would suspect such an innocent as myself could have such a naughty little secret.