Reunion

My heart skipped a beat at the sight of R. How I have missed him! We had already left for the funeral before he returned from his family visit.

Such an odd feeling, really. I was nervous and tingly and smiling, I couldn't stop smiling. He smiled down at me and hugged me so tight. Heady and breathless I leaned my head back and kissed him.

"Damn I'm glad you're back," he said, wrapping his arm about my shoulders, leading me into the foyer.

Thoughts of the evening ahead played in my mind. I was glad to be back as well.

Midnight Talks

I was lying on my husbands childhood bed, in the bedroom he grew up and became a man in. We were up late into the night talking, something we haven't done in a very long time. Facing each other, we lay there talking, his arms around me, mine around him.

When the conversation had lulled I leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips. Certain the talk was coming to an end, I repositioned myself for comfort and pulled the blankets up beneath my chin. I felt the light touch of his hand trailing up my thigh and stopping between my legs, placing his hand inside my panties. He noticed right away the bare skin of my pussy and commented how soft I felt. I smiled and teased that he should pay more attention.

Kneeling before me he pulled my panties off and leaned down. He licked my pussy, barely inserting his tongue. I moaned at the sensation, tingly and wet, so nice. I wanted so much more. He inserted his tongue as I entwined my fingers into his hair, lifting my hips out of need for him. I moaned again, this time louder, I couldn't stop myself. I came with his face buried between my legs, my hips lifted from the bed, and my hands gripping his hair.

My scent was thick on him, I tasted my cum on his lips when he kissed me. He told me he liked the new putty and asked me if I could keep it for a while. I told him I would, just for him.

I'm Back

I apologize for the disappearing act, hopefully things will be getting back to normal now. My husband had a death in the family that took us out of state for funeral services, and what better time then Christmas for a funeral.

It's been a long week, I'm so glad to be home. Hope everyone had a happy holiday.

Miss me?

At the risk of sounding totally pathetic, I do miss him. A lot. And, I have way too much time on my hands at the moment. The following is the nearly word for word conversation we just had. (Yes, I am in fact 31 and not 17, even though the contents of this post would probably have you believing otherwise.)

R - Hey Sweetie, how are you?

Me- Hi! I'm good, I'm so glad you called. (Big smile on my face)

R - (quiet laughter) I miss you. Guess what my Mom did.

Me - What?

R - She pulled me aside to ask me if I was gay. (Loud laughter)

Me - OMG! No way! (Giggling) What did you say?

R - No Mom, I'm not gay.

Me - She's worried about you.

R - She worries too much. I'm 41 years old. I think I can take care of myself.

Me - She's a Mom, that's what Moms do. You were quite the ladies man, you know.

R - I know.

Me - (Smiling big) I can hear her talking to you. You'd better hang that bell for her. (Laughing)

R - Ok. I miss you.

Me - Miss you too. Bye.

R - Bye.

The Seduction Failed

He was just 'not in the mood' and 'too tired'. I wasn't even able to coax him into the bedroom to show him what was beneath the robe.

I sometimes feel that marriage allows for spouses to take each other for granted. That sense of security that comes along with marriage leads you to believe that you can pretty much act like an ass, not always treat your partner with respect, neglect them at times, and they will still be there waiting for you.

Well, enough of that talk. Sometimes things just don't work out the way I would like them. I ended the night taking care of my own needs, tucked away in the privacy of my bedroom. 

Seduction

My plan tonight is to seduce my husband. I long to be fucked good and hard, I need to feel him thrusting into me, grinding against my aching loin.

After soaking in the tub for an hour I completely removed my body of all hair from the neck down. I have never had a completely hairless pussy before, the feeling is unreal. I'm reaching down right now just to feel it one more time, so soft, so smooth.

I have my robe on so my kids can not see the sheer babydoll negligee and skimpy panties that I am wearing. I bought them just today, just for this reason alone. Bright red and kind of scratchy, my nipples are permanently erect from the sensation of the material against them. My panties have climbed up the crack of my ass slightly, I patiently await my husbands arrival.

I'm going to ask to speak with him in our room, and lock the door behind us. No interruptions. I need this too much, I pray he doesn't say no.

Home for the Holidays

It amazes me that I miss R already. He met me this afternoon to give me my Christmas present and kiss me goodbye before he headed back home for the holidays. It's normal for a day or two to pass without us seeing each other, it's never bothered me before. The fact that I know he is not at home, that I can't just pick up the phone and say Hi when I'm thinking about him, that's the part that is bothering me. He is never far from my thoughts, I often wonder if he thinks about me as well. I rationalize he must or he wouldn't be calling me nearly as much as he does. Not a day passes that he does not speak with me at least once on the phone.

We stood in the hallway, kissing, my arms about his waist. Such a warm and tender kisser, I love the feel of his lips and tongue against mine. Kissing me one last time on the forehead he reassured me that he was only going to be gone until Monday. I pouted and looked down at the carpet, I didn't want him to go, but I know full well that he needs to spend the holidays with his family. I can be so selfish at times, I would have given anything to keep him all to myself.

I think he secretly likes the fact that I behave that way. He would never tell me that, but I can see it in the way he smiles and tries to appease me.

Feeling a little frisky.....

Not quite sure what has gotten into me lately. I have been hornier then heck since my bout with the flu.

My every waking thought seems to revolve around a carnal need, a craving, a lust for a man. I grow warm just thinking about it.

It's time for me to go play now.

The After Party

In a drunken stupor, I collapsed on the bed, ready for sleep. I wanted sex, but I didn't think I was going to get any after what I had done for my husband downstairs. My needs aren't always foremost on his mind, he can tend to be somewhat selfish.

Still wearing my black silk blouse and panties, I was nearly asleep when I felt him snuggle up next to me. Reaching his hand down between my legs he whispered something in my ear. Struggling back to consciousness, it took me a moment to realize what was happening. I could feel the warmth from his body pressed up against my back, his breath on my ear, he was still whispering. In my groggy state I couldn't make out what. My need for him was intense.

When he sat up to pull my panties off I turned to face him, allowing him full access to anything and everything. Parting my legs, he slipped between them and deep inside me. I moaned out for him just as he had moaned out for me earlier.

Such a good ending to a good night.

I've been tagged......

by the Desperate Husband.

The first player of this game starts with the topic 'five weird habits of yourself'. People who get tagged need to write an entry about their five weird habits as well as state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose the next five people to be tagged and link to their web journals. Don’t forget to leave a comment in their blog or journal that says “You are tagged” (assuming they take comments) and tell them to read yours.

5 Weird Habits of the Woman with a Secret

1. I have only 1 ink pen that I use from morning until night. I will use this ink pen until it runs out of ink, then I will buy another one and use it exclusively as well.
2. I like to dip french fries in chocolate shakes.
3. I wear flip flops around the house instead of slippers.
4. I am unable to use public restrooms. It has to be an emergency for me to even use the restroom at work.
5. I like to wrap my blankets tightly around me while I'm sleeping, kind of like a cocoon.

Now, this is the part where I should tag 5 more people. I'll leave that up to my readers, if you would like to participate, please do, and let me know so I can take a peek.

Survived - 1 More Office Holiday Party Under the Belt

Alcohol - Coworkers - the Holidays...... A lethal combination.

As usual, I had a really good time at the party this year. It can be an eye opening experience to see your coworkers let their hair down. Which ones like to party, which ones start to flirt, which ones become funnier then hell, it surprises the heck out of you.

I was rather well behaved this year, I did get drunk and flirt a bit, but I was behaved none-the-less. Until I got home, that is. It is amazing the affect that alcohol can have on a person's inhibitions. It's like, all of a sudden, you have none. I was all over my husband the second I got home, I wanted him so badly. We didn't even make it to the bedroom, I found myself sucking his cock in the middle of the dining room while he sat in a kitchen chair, almost fully dressed, khakis pulled down to allow me access.

I had almost forgotten how it sounded to hear him moan for me. I've missed it.

Penis Size

More then once I have thought in depth about this topic. Everyone seems to be so hung up on penis size. But, here's the thing.

If your penis can make me feel wild with need, if your penis can make me climax so hard I shake when I'm through, you are just perfect to me, because, I don't care how big or small you are, all I care about is how you use it.

I'm sure that not everyone out there shares my views or opinions on this subject matter, I just felt the need to get this out in the open. One of my posts had a picture of a partially erect R and it was felt that he was small by one of the readers.

I like him just the way he is.

Want, Need, Desire

I smiled the minute R opened the door. I couldn't wait to see him. Smiling back, he leaned down and kissed me hard on the lips.

"I've missed you so much," he said into my ear and brushed the snow out of my hair. Placing his hand in the small of my back he guided me through the door and led me into the kitchen. "Let me take your coat [woman with a secret]," I was already warm and flushed, lustfully needing him. I removed my coat revealing noticeably visible erect nipples through my satin blouse. R smoothed his hand up my shirt front and cupped my breast, pinching the nipple between his thumb and finger. My back arched as I tried to catch my breath, I placed my hands on his upper arms.

"I've missed you too." I closed my eyes as he leaned down to kiss me once again. Sliding his free arm about my waist he pulled me to him, I couldn't help but moan with desire.

"Aaaaaah, I can tell," he cooed. Removing his hand from my breast he slid it down between my legs and started to rub. My every last thought escaped me, all I knew, all I wanted was for him to make me crazy with desire. My need for him was so great I came right then and there while he gently rubbed my mound through my slacks and panties. "I can see we're going to have some fun tonight," he smiled wickedly.

I Miss You

I'm lusting for you. I need you, I can not wait to be with you. You are my every conscious thought today, I want you.

The seconds feel like hours as they slowly tick by. I long for your touch, for your kisses, for your throbbing cock between my legs.

In the Elevator

I could feel how hard he was as he pressed up against me in the elevator. Trying not to be obvious, I smiled and glanced down at the floor. One of the women who had stepped on to the elevator asked him the time.

I wanted to take him in my arms, I wanted to feel him, I wanted to fuck him right then and there.

The same woman who had asked the time commented on my beautiful smile. I blushed, if she knew why I was smiling she may not have given such a nice compliment.

Can I go home now?

My first full work day in over a month. This was the longest day of my life!

I caught one of the engineers looking at me through the corner of my eye today. Pretending to not notice, I intentionally gave him quite a show. I stood from my chair and adjusted the waist band in my skirt, then bent slightly to adjust my nylons as well. (All the while ensuring he got a nice long look at my rear and my hand smoothing up and down the length of my leg.) I ended the show by turning and 'discovering' him with feigned surprise.

"Oh, Mark, I had no idea you were back there! What's up? It's my first day back, so I'm not totally up to speed yet," I walk over to him, wicked little grin on my face.

"I've got the doc's you requested," his face is beet red, nervous laughter.

"Thanks Mark," I cheerfully quip, placing my hand on his arm. More nervous laughter. "You sure are in a good mood today!" I can be so naughty sometimes!

Taking the doc's, I thanked him once again and returned to my seat. I couldn't help but wonder how he liked the show.

Alone in the Theater

One of the great things about going to an unpopular movie is a virtually empty theater. Kissing, touching, holding, playing, so many fun things to do in the dark.

Only 2 other couples were in the theater with us, neither of which were within 15 rows of us. Deciding to take full advantage of the situation, I slipped my hand between his legs and started to rub. Chuckling, he tightened his arm about my shoulders and nuzzled something into my ear about being sick and taking it easy.

"I just can't help myself when I'm around you," I whispered back. Reaching down to unzip his jeans, he started to laugh.

"I can't help myself when I'm around you either," he whispered in return. Leaning into him, I took his cock in my hand and gently rubbed and stroked it through most of the movie until he finally came.

The Detested Phone

I hate talking on the phone, but I love talking to him. The only time I answer the phone is when I see his number in the id window.

We talked for over 2 hours today, neither of us wanted to hang up. Such an odd feeling for me, something is different within me now. I'm thinking thoughts that I should not be thinking. I'm wondering what it would be like to live with him, share my life with him. I'll be keeping these thoughts to myself.

We have plans to see see a movie tonight, haven't quite decided which one yet. I can't wait to see his face, to feel his arms about me.

"I brought you some soup"

I was sleeping on the couch. (Actually, I think I may have been half dead.) I could hear something in my sleep, someone was tapping on something. With all my strength, I pried my eyes apart and forced myself to focus on the window directly across from me. It was R, with a brown paper bag in his hand. He was asking me through the window if he could come in. I tried to get up but I just didn't have any strength. Somehow I managed to nod my head, everything seemed to be going in slow motion.

"I brought you some soup honey girl," R whispered as he removed his shoes at the front door. My appearance was horrifying, I'm surprised he didn't run screaming. I had slept almost continuously for 3 days straight. My limp lifeless hair hung in clumps, my eyes were crusted with sleep, and I felt like I had just been pummeled by a steam roller. I don't know what possessed me, but I started to cry. I was just so miserable I wanted to die, and I was so happy to see him, words could not explain it. My husband didn't want me to be downstairs when they were home, he was afraid I would get everyone sick. R had been the first person who had wanted to see me, to see if I was ok. "Don't cry," he took his hand and placed it on my cheek.

"I'm just so happy to see you" I barely got the words out before I began coughing.

"You just lay there and rest. I'm not going anywhere for a bit. I brought my planner," he already had it open and pulled his blackberry out. Leaning back, I closed my eyes and listened to him. At some point I drifted off again. I didn't even hear R leave. I wish I had, I didn't even get to thank him for the visit.

Finally feeling a little better

Nothing like a little bout with the flu! Thank God I'm starting to feel more like myself again. Hope everyone out there has been having a good week.

In the Hotel Room......

(Sorry folks, I had to work on my 6 sigma project last night)

He pulled me into his arms the minute we made it through the door to my room. I couldn't get over how good he smelled, it overpowered my senses making me weak in the knees. Urgent and needy kisses passed between the two of us, his hands firmly on my ass pulling me toward his growing lower region.

"Let's go lie down," I whispered between kisses.

"Ok," he barely breathed back to me, his eyes penetrating into me. Pulling both of his hands up to my chest, he stroked my visibly hard nipples through my blouse. He squeezed them both at the same time causing me to lean into him, catching my balance on his arms. I ached for him between my legs.

Yanking my jeans and panties off, I climbed up on the bed and sat astride him. He continued to stroke and squeeze my nipples through my blouse. So hard beneath me, I rubbed the bare skin between my legs on the bulge of his slacks. Such a tease he was, I wanted him so badly.

"I need you [R]," I whined. He smiled wickedly up at me, he was waiting for me to ask. Climbing off him as he leaned up, his pants were gone and he was pumping inside me within a matter of seconds. My back arched up to him almost immediately, my hips lifting off the bed moving in unison with his thrusts. I screamed out his name when I climaxed, the people in the next room banged on the wall.

R looked at me and smiled, "That's my girl, let's really give them something to complain about, shall we?"

Now that's a cold hard cock!

I received this little gem in my email today, thought I would pass it along for everyone's viewing pleasure.

Do you think somewhere out there someone has created a snow pussy?

A Sweet Surprise

R drove all the way here to spend the night with me last night! I couldn't believe it, I was in such shock.

A dark suit near the exit caught my attention as I left the class room. I glanced up from my books and nearly dropped them when I realized who it was. Smiling from ear to ear I rushed up to him.

"What are you doing here??" I was so excited to see him, I couldn't contain myself. I set the books on the window ledge and placed both hands on his chest, staring up into his eyes. Placing his hands on my hips, he smiled and stared back down at me.

"I thought you could use the company," he winked and bent down to kiss me. Just the excitement of it all had me on edge, wanting and needing him.

"Let's go back to my hotel!" subtle I was not. Flushing and slightly embarrassed at my sudden burst, I started to laugh.

I followed R back to his car and climbed inside. He was so handsome sitting there, and he smelled so good. I leaned over and placed my hand on his thigh, close enough to his penis that my fingertips could feel it, rub it. Gently kissing his chin and neck, finally finding his lips. Growing ever harder, I rubbed and stroked him through his slacks.

"Blow me baby," he moaned. Giving his penis a quick squeeze, I unzipped his zipper while he unfastened the hook. I stroked it with my hand a couple of times savoring the softness of the head, waiting for the precum. I licked the head with my tongue, then looked up at him and licked my lips. Pushing his seat back as far as it wound go, he leaned his head back and put his hand on the back of my head. My head moved up and down on him as I sucked his cock as hard as I could, his fingers laced within my curly hair.

His cock was pulsing, I knew he was about to cum. Pushing down hard on my head I could feel the salty warmth fill my mouth, spill out on to my chin. Moaning loudly, he said "That's my girl" and released my head. I swallowed hard and slowly pulled him out of my mouth. My lips made a smacking sound when he was finally free. Wiping the stray cum from my chin he leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips. "Now, then, let's find that hotel room of yours."

Maybe it's just me......

but I have never once considered masturbating with a food product. I didn't really think that people actually do that.

Just because I'm insanely curious now, has anyone out there who may be reading this blog ever masturbated in this fashion? If so, please let me know how your experience was, and, possibly, maybe even a few details?

What brings this up, you may be asking? Well, you guessed it, last night I chatted with the submissive man for a bit and he requested I pleasure myself with a banana. Since I am not at home this week, my last week of training thank God, I didn't actually have a banana to even consider doing this with. (I'm not so sure I would have if I had one either.)

Meet me for lunch?

I met him for lunch, but neither of us ate. We spent nearly the entire time tucked away in the men's bathroom occupying the farthest stall from the door. His touch electrified my skin, my clothes lay strewn about the stall. Sucking and biting my nipples, they are still sore to the touch. Such a naughty boy he was, I couldn't get enough.

That poor old man who found my bra! I thought he was going to have a heart attack!

Let's Play

Because I can be such a tease, I sent the below posted picture and post in an email to R.

This photo and the following words are what I received in response:

2 can play at this game, my lady
 

My Desire

I lust for your skilled lips and tongue, for your touch. My nipples are aching for you, your kisses, they need to be sucked, and rubbed. They want to feel your cock on them, teasing them, sliding between them. I need to feel your warm slippery cum on them. That is my desire.

Double Standard

I was bored last night so I wandered into a chat room for a bit. Disappointing as always. I have just one suggestion for any men out there that may be reading this, who also happen to chat in a chat room.

If you are going to ask for sexy pictures of the female you are chatting with, please have sexy pictures of your own to share.

I must have had a million men IM me, but, here's the thing:

• If the first thing I see from you is ASL, I won't respond.
• If you can not carry on an intelligent conversation, I will quit talking to you.
• If you pester me for naked pictures and you aren't prepared to share some as well, I will quit talking.
• If all you are going to do is sit there and read the nasty little things I would love to be doing with you without responding back in kind to me, I will end the conversation.
• If you really want to earn some brownie points, start off the conversation with a compliment. It works every time.

So, needless to say, after about an hour of surfing through rooms, I gave up. When the dentist from Egypt told me I needed to send him a naked picture with my legs spread, playing with myself, I was disgusted. (This was his opening line, by the way.)

69 Secrets about the Woman with a Secret

1. I have freckles, dimples, and don't tan very well.
2. I love to bask in the sun anyway.
3. I hate talking on the phone.
4. I sometimes let the phone ring until my voice mail picks up so I won't have to talk on the phone.
5. I cried uncontrollably the first time I watched 'City of Angels'.
6. I never cry during a movie.
7. My husband is short, works in construction, always has facial stubble.
8. My lover is tall, a business man, and always clean shaven.
9. The two men couldn't be more opposite if they tried.
10. The first time I ever had an affair was with the man I lost my virginity to.
11. It was my oldest sons 2nd birthday.
12. He died of a heart attack this year on the 9th anniversary of our affair.
13. He was not discovered until 4 days after he died.
14. My feelings are easily hurt and I sometimes pout.
15. Childish as it may sound, I like to get my own way.
16. I will only sleep in silky pajamas.
17. I will only wear silky panties.
18. I keep a stuffed teddy bear under my bed that I've had since I was a kid.
19. When I wake up from a bad dream I reach down and hug the teddy bear.
20. I cried and searched frantically one day when he turned up missing.
21. Nobody knows about the 'episode', except you.
22. The first time I gave a guy a blow job I threw up on his feet.
23. I was so embarrassed I wanted to die.
24. I love no bake cookies.
25. I've tried to make them a million times and they never turn out.
26. I've skinny dipped before with complete strangers.
27. I've had sex while swimming in a pool.
28. Surprisingly, it's not as easy as you may think.
29. I once had to go to the ER to have a sponge contraceptive removed from me.
30. I was 18 years old and nobody has ever heard this bit of information but you.
31. I am turned on by dark colored trouser socks.
32. I have absolutely no idea why.
33. I would rather be with a man that is not attractive but treats me well then a man who is gorgeous but doesn't treat me well.
34. I am sexually attracted to my husbands boss.
35. He has only one testicle, the other one was removed when he was a child. He had cancer.
36. The best sex I ever had was outside under the stars.
37. It was the first time I ever moaned for my lover.
38. I don't like to be on top during sex because I have absolutely no rhythm.
39. It's impossible for me to climax on top unless my lover is helping me out.
40. My clit is extremely sensitive.
41. It can not handle direct stimulation from my partners hands.
42. But I love oral.
43. I've never had my asshole licked.
44. I do wonder what it feels like.
45. I love massage oils. Especially the flavored ones.
46. My absolute favorite color is blue.
47. I am grossed out by long toe nails.
48. I once refused to have sex with my husband until he cut his toe nails.
49. My feet are an erogenous zone.
50. It turns me on to have them massaged and rubbed.
51. I sometimes let my lover shave my legs.
52. It turns him on.
53. I don't like the smell of food scented candles.
54. I sometimes fantasize about fucking an anonymous stranger on a beautiful sandy beach.
55. I sometimes worry that I think about sex too much
56. I've known my best friend in the world since we were in 7th grade.
57. On Monday she told me she was 8 weeks pregnant for his first child.
58. Instead of feeling happy for her, I felt sad.
59. She has no idea what she has in store for her.
60. I sometimes feel suffocated by my children.
61. I do love them more then anything else in this world.
62. I love receiving emails.
63. I would rather get an email then a phone call anyday.
64. I always stop by and visit with an elderly woman that works with me.
65. She reminds me of my grandma.
66. My grandma died 11 years ago, I miss her so much.
67. I sometimes wonder if she is looking down on me watching what I am doing.
68. I have never told anyone I know about this blog.
69. I love having this secret too.

Evening Desire

We're sitting together, on the bed, watching TV. R has his pillows piled up behind him, leaning back against them with his arms resting on my shoulders. I'm leaning back against R, sitting between his legs, my arms resting on his slightly bent knees. So comfortable and cozy, I don't want to move.

Sliding his right hand down he begins stroking my breast, my nipples hardening at his skilled touch. Tired from the day, we've been merely relaxing, fully dressed, enjoying the closeness of our bodies. I continue to sit still, allowing him to explore and touch. Growing warm and lustful for him, I slowly run my hand up and down his calf. He has black trouser socks on, I love that he always wears black socks.

I wait for him to make the first move, it turns me on to feel seduced. Leaning up, he asks me if I want to take a bath with him. Delighted at the thought of him and I together in the steamy water, kissing and touching each other, I hop off the bed and flash him a smile. A smile is so contagious, he can't help but smile back at me.

He turns on the water as I begin to undress. I can sense him behind me as I slide my skirt down to my ankles. Grabbing on to my hips he pulls my ass into the warm curve of his groin, his lips barely touching as he gently kisses my neck. I melt into his embrace.

Sliding his hands up he lifts my top up over my head and tosses it to the other side of the room. Giggling, I use my toe to kick the skirt over with the top. He loves to hear me laugh, he's told me so many times. Playfully he tickles my sides causing me to squirm against him and laugh out of control. I have to beg him to stop just to catch my breath.

I finish undressing and climb into the tub waiting for him to do the same. He stands before me, naked, hard, sexy. Unable to pull my eyes from him, I watch him climb in and sit across from me, our legs intertwined with each other.

"Come sit with me," he requests, holding out his arms. Turning to face the same direction as R, I slide back against his chest and lean my had back on his shoulder. I close my eyes as he slips his hands beneath the surface of the water and starts to rub between my legs, his fingers gently separating the folds of skin.

I love how he knows just what to do.

A Stolen Moment

"I've missed you so much," R leans down and kisses me full on the lips. I've missed him too. I didn't realize just how much until that moment. My tongue is tingling, he tastes like peppermint.

"I've missed you too," I look deep into his eyes, he leans down to kiss me again. Sliding my hands beneath his suit jacket, I wrap my arms about him and squeeze just a tiny bit.

"Come see me tonight," He smiles down at me as he brushes the stray hairs out of my eyes. I smile back and nod my head yes. Leaning down, he kisses me one last time, soft and warm, I don't want to let him go.

But, I have to, for now.

We are the people our parents warned us about.

- Jimmy Buffet



Sorry to disappoint, but it's been a quiet weekend in the house of secrets. Sometimes it's nice to be able to just hide out from the world.


I happened across this quote just now and I had to publish it in my blog. It fits.

A long way home...

The roads were terrible yesterday, an already 6 hour drive took me 8. I had never been so relieved to get home in my life.

My husband was glad to see me, for a change. He must have been worried, he gave me a hug a few moments after I stepped though the door. I miss that. I miss feeling wanted by him. I waited until after the kids had gone to bed and asked him if he would care to take a shower with me. I expected him to say no, I was pleasantly surprised when he said yes.

A shower can be the most relaxing, erotic, unreal experience a person can have. 2 people together in the warmth of the continuously flowing water, touching and rubbing, smooth and slippery, wanting and needing each other. By far, it is one of my favorite turn ons.

I stood facing the spraying water, eyes closed, his arms wrapped tightly about my waist, my hands resting on his. He is slowly sliding himself in and out of me, out of my tight little ass. For a long time we stood there in this position, neither of us wanting anything to end the moment. I've missed him, I've missed us together. Finally I lean forward a bit, placing my hands on the shower wall. Knowing this is his cue, he grabs my hips and start thrusting into me, hard and fast. Moaning out, I rest my forehead on my right arm, my muscles tighen as I reach my climax. A few more thrusts and I feel him cumming as well, grinding himself into my ass.

A nice end to the day, if I may say so.

*I would have preferred a nice shower picture, but I couldn't get them to turn out. The bathroom is too bright. Hopefully this will do.

Continued....

His arm wrapped tightly about my waist, my arms laced around his neck. He was hard, very hard, pressed up against me, I wanted him. I wanted more. I moaned out when he slid his hand down to grab my ass and pull it in closer to him.

My lips stinging from the pressure of our kisses, I pulled away and knelt down before him, both hands massaging the firm bulge in the front of his slacks. Pulsing and twitching in my hands, he was enjoying my touch. Placing both of his hands upon mine, he thrust forward and leaned his head back. I squeezed with both hands while he moaned.

I smiled.

He was becoming impatient, he quickly removed his slacks and underwear. I remained on the floor, kneeling. I wanted to suck his cock. He didn't come back over to me, so I had to tell him to. Smiling sheepishly, he returned back to the spot he had occupied moments before. I started slow, like always, sucking just the head, using my right hand to cup his balls and massage the shaft a little. He moaned constantly, I loved it. In no time flat he was cumming in my mouth. I'm not used to such a quick response! It was kind of nice.

I began removing my clothing as he sat on the bed and watched. Feeling a little kinky, I decided to leave on the black lace bra and panties. I could tell by the devilish smile on his face that he was enjoying every minute.

He leaned back slightly as I climbed astride him, grinding slightly down into his lap. The material from my panties had worked it's way into the crack of my ass but I did nothing to fix it. I was flushed and warm, in need of his touch, in desperate need to have him inside me. Within moments he had rolled me onto my back, sucking on my neck, humping between my legs. Not the most suave of moments, but the carnal need of his actions had me wanting much much more. I reached down and hooked a thumb in my panties, hoping to get them down far enough to possibly get a little action, he was to tight between my legs, they weren't going anywhere.

"Get my God damn panties off and fuck me," I was breathless and irritated, he did exactly what I said. In 5 seconds flat the panties were on the floor, my legs were in the air, and I was moaning into his ear. The weight of his body pressing down as he drilled into me, I couldn't catch my breath, I couldn't get enough. I couldn't stop myself from cumming.

Prelude to a night of passion

I can be very persuasive when it comes to getting what I want. What I wanted tonight was to get this man to make me scream out in ecstasy.

I put my hand on his thigh as we were pulling into the driveway of the hotel, my pinky finger was nearly touching the bulge where his cock lay. His leg twitched a little when I first placed it there but he made no moves to discourage my actions. I waited until we were parked and asked him if he was coming in.

"Are you sure?" he sounded a little hesitant.

"I'm sure," I moved my hand up a tiny bit higher. My pinky was now resting on his cock. Looking directly into his eyes, I lean in and kiss him gently. He placed his hand on mine and gave it a squeeze. The hint of a smile on my lips as I said "Let's go," and opened the car door.

Is it considered 'cheating' when you cheat on the person you are cheating with?

This situation gets very complex.

Dinner went very well. It was actually kind of nice, really. I was able to be myself, sarcastic, witty, and just a plain geek at times as well. I didn't feel the need to be extra cute, or extra sultry, or even extra remarkable. Just me. I loved that.

(Instructor) So, what are you doing after I drop you off?

(Me) I don't even want to think about it. I feel like I'm trapped in that room. When I opened the closet door this morning I think I heard a voice calling my name, it was saying 'come to the light [woman with a secret]'. {laughter}

(Instructor) Maybe I should take a look at that closet of yours. {more laughter}

(Me) I should get started on the project. I don't want to have to worry about it at the last minute.

(Instructor) You would be surprised how many people do wait until the last minute.

*car stops in front of my hotel. I'm trying to decide what to do. Do I thank him and get out? Do I invite him in to take a look at my closet?

(Me) Hey, thanks for dinner. You have no idea how much I appreciate getting out of that room.

(Instructor) So, would you mind if I came in and hung out with you for a while? I could keep you occupied for a while.

(Me) Not at all, I would love to have some company.

*We get out of the car and walk up to the door. My heart is pounding. I'm super nervous. I have no idea what to expect. He follows me down the hall and up the stairs to my room. Neither of us is saying a word. I open the door, flip on the lights, and turn on the TV.

(Me) Home sweet home. Isn't it cozy?

(Instructor) You're not like anyone I have ever met. You are definitely one of a kind.

(Me) Really?

*there is nowhere to sit in the room so I plop down on the bed. I'm trying to act all calm and collected, but I have no idea what I'm doing.

(Instructor) Would it be too forward of me to tell you that I want to fuck you?

(Me) Not really. {laughter}

(Instructor) Like I said, one of a kind. {more laughter}

*I stand up and close the gap between him and I, only a few small inches separate the two of us. I flash my naughty smile up at him and raise my eyebrows. I can tell he has no idea what he's doing either. We both laugh.

(Me) Maybe we should call it a night.

(Instructor) You're probably right. I've been acting like a creep since I got here. I apologize, I just can't help it.

(Me) No need to apologize, I've been enjoying myself.

(Instructor) Tell you what, let's do dinner again tomorrow, ok?

(Me) I would love to.

*I follow him back to the door, a million thoughts swirling in my mind. I can't wait to see what's going to happen tomorrow.

Dinner for Two

I was late for class this morning. For the life of me I couldn't pry myself out of bed. The instructor had already started his lesson as I was sneaking through the door and quietly making my way to the nearest empty seat. What a lovely start to the endless hell I call six sigma training!

Lost for most of the morning, I approached the instructor during our lunch break to see if I could somehow make heads or tails of the lesson plan. He had assigned our project today, I am in serious need of help if I plan to eventually grasp this stuff.

He's a naughty boy, I could tell. Several times I caught him staring down the front of my blouse as I leaned over to take notes while he rehashed the lesson. I made sure to give him quite the eyeful! At one point he stepped away from the table exposing a slightly bulging, probably horny as heck, cock. I smiled inwardly when he noticed me looking.

I asked him what he was doing for dinner, I was bored as heck in the hotel room and didn't feel like wasting away by myself. He gladly accepted my invitation to join me for a meal. Who knows, I may get lucky tonight.

Here I am again.......

Another long week in Six Sigma training hell. FYI, it is possible to get a glass of ice water in hell.

The sheets are definitely better in this room, but I'm bored as hell. I hate it here. After 6 hours on the road the last thing I want to be is trapped in a God forsaken hotel room.

I have added a screen name for yahoo on my profile, anyone interested in rescuing me from my boredom, please do! This is an open invitation, if you see me online, I'd be more then happy to chat.

Worth the Wait?

R is one of the most handsome men I have ever seen, I lust for him just at the thought. His dark brown eyes intoxicate me with their beauty, I often lose myself as I look deep into them. His intelligence and charm are what really seal the deal though. Oh how I love a smart man.

I descend the stairs slowly allowing R to gaze upon me from head to toe. His left hand slides up his thigh to stroke his hardening cock through his pants. A sly smile forms on my lips as I watch him, I have to force myself not to rush down to him, I want him to wait.

"God you're gorgeous," his voice is husky with need. I stop at the bottom of the stairs and wait for him to come over to me. Wrapping my arms about his waist, I press my body tight against him and look directly into his eyes.

"How do I look?" His bulging pants have already answered my question, but I ask anyway. R's hands grasp my rear and squeeze as he lowers his head to kiss me long and deep. I am weak with desire for him. "Let's go get comfortable," I lead him down the hall to the spare room.

I lay in his arms for a bit smoothing my hand up and down his body, lingering now and then to rub his balls or stroke his cock. He is so hard, I want him so badly. He is laying naked next to me, I am still wearing the long black slip and matching panties. Rolling me onto my back, R kneels before me to remove my panties. Placing himself between my parted legs he kneels down to lick the crease of my thigh. The touch of his cool tongue next to my skin electrifies me. Once again his tongue reaches out to me, this time it's the labia, ever so carefully. He's teasing me by not penetrating me. I moan for him, I want him, I ache for him.

"Do you want me?"

"Yes....."

"What's that? I couldn't hear you."

"Yes, [R], please......"

My back arches involuntarily as he buries his face between my legs. I moan out immediately, one hand in his hair, the other hand rubbing and squeezing my left breast. My legs come together as I climax, my breathing is coming in quick gasps. Before I have a chance to catch my breath R is on all fours above me, inserting his rock hard cock between my legs. Oh, he feels so good, moving slowly in and out of me.

Our bodies are making the wet smacking sounds that lovers create. The headboard bangs against the wall as he picks up speed. Loud moans, from both of us. I wrap my legs around his waist as he begins to pound into me, harder and harder. Bucking up against him I climax a second time, my hips coming off the bed. Pounding into me one last time he cums as well, throbbing between my legs, warmth pulsing out. We kiss deeply and try to catch our breath. Still connected we roll onto our sides, my legs still around his waist.

"That's my girl," he says cupping my bottom with his hands. I live to hear him whisper this into my ear, I close my eyes rest my forehead against his.

Lovely

"You're early," I open the door with a smile to let him in. The doorbell rang as I was stepping out of the shower. I'm not ready for R to see me yet, I wanted to look perfect.

I keep it a secret from the world, but I am crippled with insecurity and doubt nearly all my waking hours. I force myself to excel, to be perfect. I chastise myself when I am not.

"I couldn't wait to see you," R leans down and kisses the top of my head. Embarrassed about my appearance, I stare directly at the floor. My face is flushing, I can tell from the sudden rise in my body temperature. "What's the matter Girlie Girl?" There is a note of concern in your voice.

"I just wanted to look good for you, and......." I force myself to look up into R's eyes. "and I look like this!" Now I can feel tears stinging my eyes. I look back down to the floor, I don't want R to see.

R pulls me into his embrace, his chin resting on the top of my head. "You look lovely." I can feel him kiss the top of my head again. "Now, go on back upstairs and finish getting ready. I can wait."

"Ok!" I smile wide with excitement, he returns the same wide smile back at me. He pats my bottom as I turn to head back upstairs. I'm going to be extra nice to him tonight.

My First Overnight Stay

I was 18 years old the first time I spent the entire night with a man.

My then boyfriend was almost 30 years old. He thought of me as innocent and sweet, it was quite the conquest for him when he had taken my virginity. He had asked me repeatedly to stay with him the entire night from that moment forward. I was always reluctant, always said no.

The day I said yes was one of the best days of my life. I loved this man with all my heart. He was such a patient and gentle lover, and an excellent teacher. He taught me well the ways of love, how to pleasure a man. It is because of him that I am the way that I am.

It was about 9:00 when he suggested I get into my night clothes so we could snuggle on the couch for a while. In his mind he was picturing a sexy little barely there nighty. Imagine his surprise when I stepped out into the living room wearing boxer shorts and a white t-shirt. I'll never forget the look on his face as he pulled me into his arms and started laughing. I couldn't understand at that moment why he was laughing so hard. When I asked him he told me I was the cutest thing he had ever seen, but we were definitely going to be doing some shopping. I need some new night clothes.

It wasn't long before the two of us were snuggled beneath the covers in his bed, naked, kissing and touching, loving each other. It was that night that changed me forever. That night had opened my eyes to a world I had never experienced, a world that I had never known about. It created within me a need to be held secure in the arms of another while I slept.

I'm Miserable

I hate it here.

I'm stuck sitting alone in a motel room typing away on a laptop trying to kill time until I can go back to class. A class that I can barely concentrate in because the instructor is so damn good looking.

And these damn sheets on this bed are scratchy. It makes my skin itch just thinking about it. I really wish I had brought my sweet pea body lotion now. I can almost feel the moisture being sucked out of my legs as I sit here and type this.

Hmmmm...........

One of my favorite things in the world is to lay back on the bed, relaxing, having lotion smoothed across the length of my legs. The feel of a mans hands gently rubbing and massaging, touching, tenderly caressing me. I long for that touch right now. I'm lonely.

I'm almost looking forward to the 6 hour drive tomorrow, I want to go home. I want R. I need R. Chatting on line just isn't enough for me. I need him to be inside me, I need him to make me whole, I need him to satisfy this aching desire.

Six-Sigma Training

I pictured the class instructor naked throughout the entire class. He was so handsome, and so sophisticated. I was so turned on by him, I could barely think. I sat right in the front too. I wanted him to notice me.

He did notice me.

I approached him after class to clarify a couple of things that he had been talking about, that I hadn't been paying close enough attention to. It was so hard for me to concentrate, I felt like a starry eyed school girl or something.

Another one of my classmates approached while we were discussing the chapter. He was asking where he could find a good place to eat. I immediately jumped on that bandwagon myself, I was half starved.

The instructor, my classmate, and I all ended up eating dinner together at an Applebee's that was right down the road. I flirted shamelessly with them both, but I was really only attracted to the instructor.

How am I going to be able to make it through 2 more weeks of class with him? I'll never learn a thing.

Feeling Playful

I love to play with you, to tease you, to become excited by you. I'm flushed with excitement and horny as I sit astride you, slowly rubbing my panty clad pussy on your rock hard cock. You throb against me, involuntarily moving and twitching with excitement.

My hands are on your shoulders, I lean down and run the tip of my tongue across your bottom lip. You lean up to kiss me but I pull away before you get a chance to. I smile wickedly as you groan out my name. Your hands grab onto my hips as you thrust up, trying to get beyond the silky thin barrier of my panties.

"Silly boy," I whisper in your ear just before I nip it with my teeth.

"Fuck me baby... Oh God, just fuck the hell out of me..." pleading in your voice.

I'm wild with desire. My panties are still around my ankles as you bury yourself within me. I'm on my hands and knees, ankles bound by the silk panties. My body thrusts forward against my will as you pound into me, over and over, harder and harder.

Screaming out your name, I climax, my pussy tightening around you.

"That's my girl," you croon as you pound into me one last time. Warmth between my legs, I feel our excitement running down my legs. I stay still, not wanting to move, not wanting the moment to end.  

Patience

I watched you, quietly, from across the room. You had no idea I was already there, waiting for you. I smiled to myself as I watched you check your watch repeatedly, your attention focused on the door.

Slowly working my way across the crowded room. I don't want you to know that I'm already here yet. I want to surprise you.

You glance in my direction and smile wide. I can't help but return the same wide smile. Leaving your perch at the door, you rush in my direction, to take me in your arms. Burying your face in my hair, you whisper into my ear "How long have you been here? I was getting worried." I giggle a little as your warm breath tickles my sensitive skin.

"Not long...." I look up into your eyes, so captivating and warm. I smile again, and smooth my hand along your rear, giving it a gentle squeeze. "So, are we ready?" I'm already feeling very playful, I can't wait.

"You've read my mind," taking my hand in yours, you lead me back toward the door.

Golden Shower

Urinating on a person during sex is commonly called a golden shower and the most common body parts to be urinated on are the face, breasts, buttocks and genitals. There is a risk that some sexually transmitted infections (STIs) can be passed through urine so it's best to aim below the neck at unbroken skin in order to minimize risks. Drinking someone else's urine poses the same sort of risks. (I found this here)

Before last night, I had no idea such a thing as this existed. I love to learn new things about different people. People can be so different from each other, it's amazing to me. When I had asked him what it felt like, he had described it as 'a warm loving feeling'.

Submissive Man

I had a very interesting on line conversation last night. Interesting to the point that I actually chatted with this man for 3 hours. I never do that.

We had spoken before on several different occasions, but none of those conversations piqued my interest like this one. It began the same, I was bored, he was bored...... etc. This time I asked him what it was that he found attractive in a woman. His reply? He liked to feel 'owned' by a woman. I thought about it for a second, then I inquired further. He found it very erotic to be with a possessive woman that demanded her needs be met, whatever they might be.

I have to admit, I was very intrigued by his response. In fact, I was imagining what it might be like to be with someone like him. I am always the one who submits to demands, it might be nice to be on the other side of the scenario.

He has been with dominant women before, I wondered what it was about me that he found interesting enough to continue to chat with me periodically for as long as we have. I'm not really a dominant type of person. I'm spoiled, I like to get my way, but, I tend to be submissive as well. Perhaps my ability to be both dominating and submissive? I don't know.

He wanted me to pee on him. I had never heard of this before, he explained it's a sort of submissive turn on, I've decided to research it a little when I get the time. This could get extremely interesting. In our last conversation he had wanted to see me swallow a live goldfish. He commented 'lucky goldfish'. (I do want to emphasize that I did not swallow a live goldfish.)

Anyone who may be reading and have experiences or knowledge on the subject, please leave a comment or an email. I'm extremely curious on the subject.

I masturbated for him at the end of our conversation. Something I've never done before. He masturbated for me as well. I couldn't help but wish for the real thing.

Saturday Boredom

Because I am bored, and a little horny, I've decided to post a nature shot. Not very creative, but, I'm not really in a creative mood right now.

As you've probably noticed already, I'm a fairly curvy woman, I was built to pleasure a man. I love to be touched and rubbed by my partner, to know that he is hot with desire for me and my curvy parts.

My breasts are sensitive, one of my erogenous zones. It tingles when my nipples get hard, the tingling drives me wild, makes me warm, and lustful. Sometimes in the throws of passion, if they aren't getting enough attention, I'll rub and stimulate them myself. I'm always rougher on myself then my partner would ever be, but, I like it rough.

Business Travel

I've been asked to travel to one of our sister facilities for some training. I'm not looking forward to it by any means. I hate to travel alone. I hate to be away from home. I get so homesick.

Sleeping in a strange bed, in a strange town, not knowing a soul.

My husband seemed genuinely interested when I told him about it this evening. I don't do it on purpose, but I get pouty when I don't want to do something, I think he likes it when I'm pouty. He likes to pamper me, treat me like a child. He hugged me to him and reassured me, told me everything would be just fine. I leaned my head into his shoulder and sighed.

My husband and I have been together for 12 years, married for 3. I first met him when I was 18 and he was 35. He loved me at first sight. In his eyes, I was perfect. Young, pretty, shy, spoiled. I was his princess. He loved my laugh, he loved my 'mermaid hair', he loved to hear me moan out his name as I rode his cock.

I miss those days when I was the most important person to him.

Hunter Becomes Prey

I sought him out, something very uncharacteristic of me. I make him do the chasing, something he does very well.

I arrived at his house wearing only a red negligee and my long coat. He met me on the step, before I even made it to the door, already hard from anticipation. I smiled wickedly up at him, opening my coat, giving him a full view of what lay beneath. The same wicked smile appeared on his face as well.

"What are you waiting for? Get in here so I can take advantage of that cute little ass of yours!" he wraps his arm about my waist and whisks me through the door. The coat falls to the floor in a heap.

"And what do you have in mind for me tonight?" I smile coyly, looking up at him through the corner of my eye. I'm pulled into his arms, such a strong tight grip, he crushes me right to his chest. Every part of my body is aching for his touch.

ecstasy.

Time

"I don't have time for this," he said to me, turning his back and walking off. Depressed and rejected, I watched him take a few steps before I turned and headed back to the house, still clutching our oldest son's report card.

How can he not have time for this? It's me. He doesn't want to make time for me. It pains me to think about this yet again. Like a child I tear up as I realize once again I come last.

Mmmmmm.......

His cock was hard and throbbing as I sucked the head like a lolly pop, running the tip of my tongue in and out of the crevices. He moaned loudly, grabbing a handful of hair, begging me to go down on him, to take him in all the way.

I took him in whole, nearly heaving, but I managed to stave it off. "Oh, God!! That's my girl!" My mouth watered, my breathing was labored, his hand was on the back of my head, holding it down. "Swallow Baby, swallow...." His cock was already pushed to the back of my throat, it was impossible to swallow. Warmth at the back of my throat, I forced myself to swallow, juices were beginning to drip down my chin. He released the back of my head and caressed the side of my face. Slowly, I slide my lips back up to the head of his cock, licking the tip one last time before I pull it out.

He slides his hand beneath my chin and lifts my head. His eyes are reaching into the depths of my soul, I'm naked and shaking before him. "Your turn," he says to me, wiping my chin with his hand. A smile of delicious anticipation spreads across my lips.

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.