Tasty Tuesday

I flashed him my wicked little smile, kneeling before him, slowly smoothing my hand over the hardening bulge in the front of his slacks.

"God I've missed you," his words were barely audible as he sat with his head back, eyes shut.

"I've missed you too," I replied, gently squeezing his cock and stroking through the material of his slacks.

Leaning into me, his hands traveled up the length of my body, beneath my silk top, resting finally upon the soft skin of my breasts, kneading them in his palms.

"You have the most fantastic titties," he laughed, smiling mischievously at me, pinching my nipples between his thumb and forefingers.

"Why, thank you Handsome," flinging my blouse to the other side of his office, I leaned in and kissed him hard upon the lips. Unable to hold out any longer, I quickly stripped him naked, eager to fuck him silly.

"I want to feel that wet pussy," he moaned, my mouth sliding up and down the length of his cock.

Standing before him, I quickly removed the remainder of my clothes before finally sitting upon his lap, facing him, legs spread to each side of him.

Aching desperately for him, my back arched dramatically as he slowly slid his finger between the folds of my skin.

"You're so wet baby," he whispered, his lips traveled across my neck and chest before finding their way to my own.

"I'm wet for you baby," my hips thrust into his hand, my teeth biting gently at his lower lip, my right hand slowly stroking his ever hardening cock.

A Sweet Little Note

(the below text taken from an email from T this morning)

HI baby,
I really miss you terribly
and am dieing to see you. I hope to hear from you.
T

I'm dying to see him as well, it has been 2 weeks since we were together last. 2 weeks of hunger, 2 weeks of lust, 2 weeks of want.

Our meeting Tuesday is an eternity away.

Prognosis Negative

While I am absolutely relieved that I am indeed, NOT pregnant, I'm baffled at the same time.

It is now 11 days past due, and no period in sight. No PMS, no nothing.

So, here I sit, on a sunny Sunday afternoon, researching possible causes of my missed period. I know it isn't menopause, I'm only 32 years old. I'm not pregnant, both tests, taken on 2 separate days, have both come back negative. I'm at a loss.

I have read an article, however, that has given me a plausible reason for my missed period.

Stress.

Believe it or not, a woman who is under great amounts of stress will from time to time miss her menstrual flow. As wacky as this sounds, I am prone to believe this theory. I have been under so much stress for the past few weeks that I've literally reached the point of insanity and somehow made my way back.

Only time will tell, I am eager to see what next month brings.

Fear

I believe I may be in trouble. And.... not the good kind.

Because T is still shooting live rounds, I have taken it upon myself to ensure I can not get pregnant by our secret meetings. Twice now I have gone to the doctor on the precise day required for the birth control shot, up until this moment, everything had gone according to clockwork.

Until this month.

I have missed my period and fear the worst. Even though I have yet to take a home pregnancy test, I know something is wrong. Every month, beginning the month I got my first shot, I have started my period within the first 4 days of the month. It is now day 7 and PMS signs are nowhere in sight.

At first I believed February's short month had thrown off my schedule. It is now the 7th and I no longer believe this to be the case. I cross my fingers and hope for the best but I fear the worst.

Tomorrow I shall officially put my fears to rest. I will be purchasing a home pregnancy test and facing my fears.

Anyone who may still be reading this blog, please cross your fingers for me.

Afternoon Delight

I spent the entire day with T today....

In T's words, "You really know how to wear out an old guy." I had fun doing so, and explained to him that was my goal. I then chastised him, 42 was most certainly not old!

His intricacies intrigue me, I find myself unconsciously studying him, trying to decipher what makes him tick.

T has a thing for panties, I was told this time HE would be the one to remove them. In our last encounter, I had yanked my panties off in a lustful tizzy, unable to wait for him to remove them for me.

This time, I waited. Anxiously, wantonly, barely able to contain myself from ripping them off once again, yet I waited.

With my pink lace panties still in place, he slid his hand inside, inserting 2 fingers deep, thrusting until I was warm with need for him and the moans came one after another for him.

My hips lifted from the bed with each thrust of his hand, I placed my left foot on his hard cock and began stroking him in unison with his thrusts.

"You're gonna make me cum baby," he moaned out.

"Oh... not yet," I pouted a little, the left foot remained exactly where it was.

"God I love how you wrap me around your little finger," he growled out, removing his fingers to tear off my panties.

Smiling wickedly up at him as he knelt before me, I turned over on my hands and knees, spreading my legs wide. Strong hands held my shoulders as he thrusted between my legs, entering me with one stroke.

Unable to stop myself, I wiggled my hips from side to side, pushing back into him, my loins ached for release.

I came with his finger in my ass hole, his cock in my pussy, and his right hand pulling my hair.

I loved every second of it.

Someone New

I've begun a scandalous affair with a man I will call T.

By scandalous I refer to the fact that he is a substance abuse counselor who works in a rehabilitation center, all the while, attending college classes to obtain his masters degree. He is married with 2 kids, if found out, our little affair could possibly ruin his life.

Needless to say, it's a good thing I'm so good with secrets.

I can't help but smile, at this moment, as I think back to our 'meeting' Tuesday night. Late again, I was driving entirely too fast when my phone ran. It was T and I was 5 minutes late already.

T thrives on promptness, I am entirely turned on by this fact.

Pouting a little, I explained to him how my meeting had run late, I would be there as soon as I could, and I would most certainly make it up to him for his inconvenience.

Which I had done, gladly....

We agreed to meet at the hotel, he had been watching through the window, anxiously awaiting my arrival. He was perched at the top of the stairwell, in the foyer, when I finally passed through the front double doors. Looking up, I couldn't help but smile at his devilish smile beaming down at me. So handsome, his dockers were neatly pressed, his dark green button down shirt crisp and fresh.

Placing an arm about my waist as he met me at the stairs, he asked how my drive was, then asked what color panties I was wearing.

I had worn the red ones, just as he requested.

They didn't remain on me for very long. Upon entering the room, I found myself inside his embrace, his hands cupping my ass, pulling it toward him as he thrust his hardening cock toward me.

T undressed me as I undressed him, his cock firmly in my grasp as we lay down beside each other on the bed. Our kisses were electric, tingles traveled through me as he kissed his way across my neck and chest, his lips finally resting on my right breast, suckling the nipple, lightly biting at it.

My hand was wet with the precum that was now continuously oozing. Pushing up on all fours, I licked his balls slowly, gently sliding my toungue up until I was at the head of his cock. He was wet and salty, my tongue circled around his head until I had tasted him completely. Squeezing the base of his cock with my hand, I placed the head of his cock in my mouth and sucked in gently, slowly.

"I want inside you," he moaned.

Depression

Since R has begun his latest project in Atlanta things seem to have steadily gone downhill for me.

I miss him so much, way too much. And, I've broken things off with him, telling him to finish his project, we'll see where things are at when he is back full time.

What was I thinking??

Now I am alone, with the exception of J, my play thing. I tease him, string him along, yet he continues to stay right there, right where I want him.

I was sitting at my desk today, head in my hands for a moment, wondering just what the hell it is I'm doing with my life, when he appeared, pulling out a chair to sit down next to me.

"You ok today?" he placed his left hand on my back, leaning in to hear what I had to say.

"Yes, I was just thinking," I could feel myself staring absently into his eyes.

"You're presentation went very well this morning," he was smiling, trying to reassure me. "Oh, the coffee, yum yum!"

"I didn't know what kind you liked. It was bold, I told the lady behind the counter you looked like a bold kind of guy," smiling, finally, something had gotten my mind off of R.

"Bold, huh...." puffing out his chest, I could see the machismo building in his ego.

My back was growing warm where his hand rested upon it, giggling, I leaned into him just a touch more. "Such a comic, you can always make me smile."

"I wish you would let me do more then just make you smile," sliding his hand from my back to my shoulder, he squeezed it quickly then stood.

My old self would have taken him up on the offer in a heart beat. I want my old self back.

At the Office

Ignoring the phone as it rang beside me, I stared blankly at the computer screen before me. I have so much to do and no ambition to do it, I hate when I'm unhappy.

"What's the matter babe," he said to me, snapping me back to reality. Spinning my chair around to face him, J knelt down before me.

"I'm fine," my tone was light and airy, but he could tell from my expression it was not how I felt.

"Now, you don't look so fine," placing his hands upon my thighs, he leaned in to look into my eyes. "I'm sorry I was acting like such and asshole, you didn't deserve it."

Smiling just a little, I looked away from him, then placed my own hands upon his. "It's ok."

"It's not ok, let me make it up to you, what do you say?" Looking once more into his eyes, I leaned forward and kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Ok," J returned back to the standing position at the sound of footsteps headed in our direction.

With a wink he headed back to his desk.

When all else fails......

a girls night out will fix what ails.

For the first time since I have known him, R is not speaking with me. With his job, he has been doing an incredible amount of traveling these past few weeks, traveling which has left him resentful and lonely. I could tell in his phone calls he was missing home, missing me.

When he asked that I travel with him last week, I was forced to turn down the request. Work obligations of my own kept me here, work obligations that I just couldn't, with good conscious, get out of.

R became completely irate. Also something I have never before seen in the time that I have known him. Slamming the door, he charged off to his car and that was the last I seen or heard of him.

I'm lost now, I miss him so much.

Seeing my gloom, my cubicle mate requested I join her at the bar last night for drinks with a few of our coworkers. I gladly accepted, all in all it had been a horrible week, I was in need of alcohol consumption.

We sat at the bar for about an hour, laughing and chatting, when the bar tender slid a drink before me and announced the man at the table in the corner had bought me a drink.

A smile crept across my lips as I slowly turned to glance in the direction of the unknown man. Slipping him a tiny wave of thanks, I lifted my drink and mouthed the words 'thank you'. Nodding his head in return, he finished up the drink that sat before him then stood, walking our way.

"Hi there," my heart raced as he leaned up against the bar beside me, all 4 of my companions staring in our direction.

"Hello, how are you this evening?" I laughed, nervous laughter, I wasn't expecting a situation such as this. An elbow jabbed me in the side but I didn't turn to look.

"I'm better now that I've found some decent company," a barrage of giggles came from behind me, I tried hard to hold back my utter embarrassment at my coworkers junior high behavior.

"Well then.... why don't you take a seat and join us," patting the seat beside me, I smiled up in his direction. This was exactly the distraction I was in need of.

Havoc in the Work Place

A jealousy has developed between J and the new engineer that started last week.

B, as I will call the new engineer, stopped in his tracks at our initial introduction, becoming somewhat tongue tied and awkward. Smiling, I shook his hand and welcomed him to the company.

He has been like fly paper from that day on.

His interest in me could not be more obvious, my cube mate has begun to tease me relentlessly about the conversations she has had the fortune to overhear.

*B was married and is now happily divorced for the past 7 years. In his opinion he is now more then ready for a woman and this time next year he will no longer be single.
*B has great respect for me because I'm a single mother making my way through life on my own. He has offered to come to my house and fix my TV antenna, loan me a movie about snowflakes and cedars, and sell anything I need selling on eBay.
*B has, on several occasions, taken extreme measures to tell me about how he participates in the Big Brother program and has a 14 year old boy that he mentors, and has mentored for the past 4 years.
*B has ensured me he lives in the nicest house on his road. He also mentioned one man lives in a barn with his chickens, 1 family lives in a trailer house that is constantly raided by the police, and the last man peeks in his windows to see what he is up to.
*B buys things at yard sales and sells them on eBay for thousands of dollars. He has also started to write a book entitled "The Next Big Find". Unable to contain my laughter at this admission, I was completely at a loss when he began talking about how we planned to take a chest on 'The Antiques Roadshow'.
*B has shot a gun into the air in his back yard to loosen snow on his metal roof, causing it to slide off.
*B watches Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Housewives, and Lost weekly, he can carry on the conversations to prove it as well.

So, as I have mentioned, J has become visibly jealous over the whole situation. On several occasions he has sent B off on a wild goose chase just to keep him occupied with something other then myself. He has also made his presence keenly obvious as well.

As unusual as this may sound, coming from me, I'm a little embarrassed about the attention it has drawn.

As you all well know, I prefer to operate in the back ground, mystery and secrecy motivating my actions.

This is a new one to me.

Mysterious Stranger

A sly smile forms upon my lips at the sight of his reply. Exhilaration courses through my veins at the thought of this man, a man I have only known through a series of emails.

I fantasize about meeting with him, I fantasize about hot, sweaty, sultry sex that leaves me aching, that leaves me hungry for more.

His words, words that I just can't seem to get out of my mind as I patiently wait for the next reply.

The Cabin

The soft glow from the fire was the only light in the room as I entered. In my most seductive prance I crossed the room, smiling mischieviously at him.

His eyes were upon me, watching my every move, a mischievious smile playing across his lips as well.

"I love it when you wear stockings," he groaned, pulling me onto his lap.

"I know you do...." I giggled, kissing his cheek. His hand immediately found its way between my thighs, rubbing and stroking, as I found his lips with my own.

Turning to face him, I remained sitting on his lap, my legs apart, bent at the knee. Pulling me to him, he wrapped his arms about the small of my back, grinding himself between my parted legs.

"Make love to me [woman with a secret]," he breathed into my ear, biting gently on my ear lobe.

"Ok," I moaned, the ache for him nearly unbearable, the craving to feel him pumping inside me my every thought. 

A Night of Play

His fingers gripped my shoulders like a vice as he pounded me from behind, pulling me to him and thrusting hard. Our intermingled juices dripped from between my legs, this was not our first session between the sheets this evening.

One elbow slipped out from beneath me as he continued to get harder and rougher with his thrusts, his groans becoming growls.

"Roll over baby," he snapped, withdrawing just long enough for me to turn and face him. Pulling my dampened hair away from my face, he buried his own in the crook of my neck, kissing and sucking at the tender skin. "God you smell good...." he groaned, moving his attentions lower, licking the skin around my nipple, then gently biting it.

My legs clamped around his waist when I could hold back no more, coming hard all over his cock, as he held it inside me and slowly ground his pelvis into mine.

"Aaaah, that's my girl," he crooned into my ear, kissing my cheek, the rough play from only seconds earlier replaced by gentle tenderness. Rolling into his open arm, I placed my head on his chest and closed my eyes, slightly trembling and overcome with sleepiness. I fell asleep to the gentle rhythm of his hand stroking the soft skin of my back.

Much Needed TLC

"I thought you weren't going to stop by tonight?" I exclaimed, running out on to the front porch, smiles from ear to ear. I had spoken with R on the phone earlier and explained to him that I wasn't feeling well, I had told him to go home and rest, we could make plans for Saturday. Oddly, even though I had been the one to tell him not to come over, what I really wanted was for him to do it anyway.

"Look at you, it's no wonder you're sick, running out here barefoot and barely dressed." Kissing my forehead, he wrapped an arm about my waist and pulled me to him, something I had needed more then anything.

"I'm so glad you stopped by," eyes watering, I held back a sneeze only to begin coughing uncontrollably.

"Come on, let's get in the house. It's too cold out here for you to be half naked," rubbing my arms with his hands, his eyes staring openly at the hard nipples protruding through the thin material of my t-shirt. A cool breeze blew against my bare legs, causing me to shiver.

"You'll just have to warm me up," I teased as we stepped through the door, his hand slipping from my waist to my rear.

"Why don't I run you a bath, then, we snuggle in for the night?" he kissed my forehead again, allowing his lips to linger against my skin.

"That sounds perfect," I hugged on to him like a delighted child who had just gotten her way.

Fun in the Shower

My entire body ached as I climbed into the shower, it had been such a long day, my mind was screaming for relaxation. The steaming hot water pelted my skin as I forced myself to forget the events of the day, a day that had left me near exhaustion.

“You got a package in the mail,” his voice putting a smile on my face, I knew exactly what package he was talking about.

“Oh, goodie! Why don’t you open it up, maybe we can have a little fun,” just the thought of my new toys had given me a second wind. Peeking from behind the shower curtain, I could see him tear into the rectangular box, producing from within an assortment of erotic oils, and a battery powered finger vibe.

“What have you been up to, Little Lady?” the devilish smile on his lips sent goose bumps across my skin. Flashing him my own naughty grin, I pulled open the shower curtain and beckoned for him to join me.

“Why don’t we try out the finger vibe, shall we?” kissing his shoulder as he climbed into the shower, my left hand slid down to slowly rub between my suddenly aching thighs.

Sliding the finger vibe on the index finger of his right hand, he held me tight about the waist with his left, savagely kissing my tender lips and neck. Placing the vibe between my legs, I moaned aloud from the instant arousal I felt.

“Mmmmm…… Don’t stop Honey Man,” I begged, my nails embedded into the soft flesh of his back as I clutched on to him, bracing myself for support.

“This is definitely something we’ll be using often,” I moaned between kisses, eager for yet more experimentation. By the smile on his face, I could see he was in total agreement.

Something to Occupy my Time

I don't like to be bored, the day crawls by at a snails pace.

My mind wanders and I begin to fantasize about things I should not, the new tech who has just been hired, the mysterious stranger who I have recently started to correspond with, the handsome guy who I happened to catch glancing at me while I hurried through the parking lot at the gas station this morning.

Thoughts and questions materialize on how they spend their day, what are their innermost secrets, do they sit and wonder about me the way I have sat and wondered about them.

Unexpected Surprise

Resting my cheek in my palm, my head pounded as I stared intently at the computer screen before me. The work day had been a nightmare, the only exception coming from a few short emails that had made me smile.

Startled, I pulled away from the warm hands that had suddenly appeared on my shoulders. So distracted with numbers and calculations, I hadn't even noticed the echo of footsteps coming toward my desk.

"Hey, Baby, it's just me." It was R smiling down at me, spinning my chair to face him as he knelt down.

"You're back," I smiled, kissing him lightly on the lips. Sliding his hands across my bare legs, his finger tips came to a rest just inside the seam of my shorts. "What are you doing here already? I wanted to look good for you..." I was pouting.

"Awww.... You always look good to me Baby," he returned, sliding his fingertips a little higher. "Look at how cute you look, with those short shorts, and the crazy pony tail," sliding his fingers even more, he stroked the moist, panty clad mound between my legs. Without thought, I reached down with my left hand and applied pressure.

"We shouldn't do this now," I whispered into his ear, barely able to hold back a moan as his fingertip slid along the crease of my panty line, slipping under.

"Let's get some lunch," his voice husky, more a demand then a suggestion. I knew without doubt the only thing I would be eating for lunch would he R.

Alone

Hunger, anticipation, loneliness....

I don't like to be alone. For the past few days I've been Mom, a job which I'm very good at. I love my children, they mean the world to me, I do not and will not ever expose them to situations they are entirely too young to understand.

Yet, it leaves me empty, wanting to be touched and held, longing to snuggle up to a warm body during the long night. Thoughts of midnight stirrings and moonlight love making arouse my senses, I grow warm with need.

The need to be 'one' with another.

When the cat is away........

Flirtation and teasing, I've been toying with J, he does not seem to mind that nothing serious could ever become of us. Which is a very good thing, I might add.

We met at the Chinese place for dinner, one of my favorite places to eat when I want to have fun. The booths are high backed and the wait staff doesn't speak English, what could be better?

His scent, as always, tantalized my senses as we talked and laughed. Very erotic, a man who can capture your complete attention with his scent, a scent that lingers, a scent that you carry with you after you've been together.

Sliding my hand beneath the table I reached for his cock, lightly stroking him through his pants. Immediately it began to grow firm within my grasp, sliding his own hand around mine, he gently squeezed.

My lips formed a slight smile as I stared down at my plate, then turned to look in his direction. He is crimson, his eyes darting about the restaurant, his hand gripping much harder upon mine.

"Don't look so guilty, silly," I whisper into his ear.

"What do you mean?" his voice is almost inaudible.

"Nobody knows what's happening, except us," his cock is straining within its confines, his grip upon my hand has become somewhat painful to me but I continue to rub.

"Oh God, I'm gonna cum in my pants, oh God," with a hard squeeze of his hand he pulsed in my grip, his hips moving instinctively upward. Releasing his grip, I continue to rub him out, a wet spot forming on his right thigh.

Looking back down at my plate, I can't help but giggle, I almost feel a tad guilty. He had no idea what was in store for him.

My Devilish Smile

Giving him a sideways glance, I flash that devilish smile of mine, the smile that means I'm up to no good. He blushes, I like to see him blush, to see his face go from flesh toned to crimson. I know what he is thinking.

With a shove his chair rolls from his cubicle to mine, finally coming to a rest at my feet.

"What are you up to later?" he casually brushes a few stray hairs from his forehead.

"Not much, just a few things to do around the house before the kids come home tomorrow," I touch his foot with the pointy tip of my shoe. "Do you want to get something to eat tonight? [R] is out of town again, I could use the company." I'm certain he knows exactly what company I'm talking about.

"Yeah, I could go for that, I'm not doing much tonight myself," a slight bulge is forming in the groin area of his khakis. That all too familiar ache begins to grow within me, I feel myself flush and grow warm.

"Ok then, I'll see you later," I reply, placing a hand on his thigh, rubbing it lightly. Barely containing the urge to slide my hand higher, I excuse myself to check on a draft, leaving him at my desk.