A month of Sundays

Sitting on my deck enjoying this spring-like Sunday in the South, I realized it has been forever since I wrote a post…a month of Sundays.

Since my last post in late October, a lot has happened. Perhaps the biggest life change is that I started a new job after the first of the year. It has had its ups and downs. The biggest trade off is that I went from working part time to a full 40 hours a week. It took several weeks to adjust to my new schedule. My flexibility to be a bad girl has been slightly compromised, but I will find a way as long as there are friends who want to play.

One previous playmate has fallen off the face of the earth—the Hot Attorney. The last time we hooked up, he shared some intimate details about past experiences that involved a mutual friend. It didn’t bother me, at all, but I didn’t hear from him afterward. In the months leading up to that, he had been calling me regularly and going above and beyond to make opportunities to meet (even though I was really busy with work and often couldn’t make it work). When we were together, he was sincerely engaged—almost smitten. And then suddenly…crickets. I called several weeks later and he was dismissive, said he was busy at work. No worries, I thought. Been there. So I called a few weeks later and got the same response. Weird. Oh, well. His loss. I kinda miss his big cock and ego stroking, but I am getting over it.

Mr. Yummy Cock, on the other hand, is still around, giving and taking it sooooooooo good. Luckily, I had the last three weeks of the year off, between jobs, and got to spend some high-quality naughty time with him before the holidays.

Out with the old, in with the new

Before Mr. Yummy Cock’s recent job change, we had several opportunities to fuck around in his office. We had been truly bad there over the last eight years. Lots of spanking, pussy eating, ass fucking, ass licking, cock sucking, titty fucking, cum swallowing and good old-fashioned fucking. Good times, baby. And like all good things, it was about to come to an end.

With a little more than a week left, he found himself alone in the office…creating the time and opportunity to play.

We fingered, licked, sucked, fucked and came. It was amazing, as always. I walked in the door a hot, wet mess and left satisfied and a little sore. Knowing that was my last visit, I wondered if and when we would get to be kinky again. Sigh. Oh, well. It will either happen or it won’t.

A few days into his new gig, he said I was welcome to by his new place any time. Late one afternoon, he had an after-work reception and I happened to be in the area as well. We agreed to meet there a little after 5 p.m. He unlocked the door and gave me the grand tour. His office was on the second floor—quite spacious and full of natural light, thanks to the wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling windows with no blinds.

We chatted for a while and then worked together to export his contacts and calendar from his old work laptop to his new desktop. It was a nice and familiar feeling—kneeling next time him, concentrating on the monitors, navigating our way through solving a challenge. Oh, yeah…and then stroking his cock through his khakis, feeling it stiffen and grow.

“I want to be hard for you,” he whispered. And he delivered.

“Will you suck me off?” he asked. I nodded.

He instructed me to sit in a chair just outside his office (in an interior space with no windows), stood next to me and pulled out his massive cock. I stroked the shaft and licked and sucked the head before taking it all in my mouth.

I jacked it a little more, licked my thumb and gently rubbed the underside of the tip, circled the head with my tongue and stroked his balls before he murmured those magic words, “Get ready…” and shot an incredible and delicious load down my throat.

The good times continue…I hope.

Persistent as fuck

The Hot Attorney must be really hot to trot (to borrow a phrase from my blogger friend at postmoderncuriousman) because since he re-established contact with me last month, he has called about three times a week looking to hook up.

Yesterday, he even sent me a text. He NEVER does that because he’s super paranoid about leaving digital trails. Today, he called and said he was in my area of the city. Although I was at home at the time, my boss was about to pick me up for a three-hour trip to a conference, so I couldn’t invite him over. He mentioned that he actually considered driving to the city where the conference was being held to see me. WTH? How desperate is this man? I am NOT that good, I promise.

I did, however, tell him that not long before he called, I had watched porn and gotten off, rather quickly, with help from Juan. What I neglected to say is that I had taken a picture of the aforementioned activity and sent it to MYC. Because, you know, doesn’t every horny man (redundant) want to get a pic of a slut’s spread legs, with an iPad displaying porn by her side and a wand going to town on her clit? In my world, they do.

If I had had the free time to play, I would have invited them both over for another threesome. Damn bad timing.

During our brief conversation, he suggested three different locations and times we could get together, including his house, in the coming month. When I say he is super eager, it’s not an overstatement. He isn’t harassing or stalking me, by any means, but he is persistent. Interestingly, I don’t share his impatience and yearning and I don’t know why. One year ago, I certainly did.

Just as I arrived at my hotel this evening, I looked down to see I had missed a call from him. In our earlier conversation, he had indicated a strong desire for phone sex. Again, bad timing.

Perhaps we will connect tomorrow night. It has been a long damn time since I had phone sex and I want to make sure I still got it. Now, I think I will get out the magic bullet I brought with me and pleasure myself before turning in.

Hazy recall

For the last couple of nights, I’ve drifted off to sleep trying to remember details about Friday afternoon’s encounter with MYC. Perhaps it’s because I was still slightly under the influence at the time, but I’m only able to recall juicy bits and pieces, rather than all of the details from start to finish. And oh, what a finish it was.

When I arrived at his office, I locked the door behind me, eased into “the chair,” slipped out of my shoes, raised my skirt a little and pulled my knees to my chest, touching the edge of his desk with my toes. Earlier, we had been texting about what a turn on it was to sit across his desk from each other, watching as we pleasured ourselves. I had a feeling it was about to happen in real life.

“Rub that clit for me,” he instructed. Panties off…legs spread…fingers exploring. At the same time, he  took out that phenomenal cock of his and began gently stroking the head, producing glistening drops of delicious pre-cum. After what seemed like seconds but could have been minutes, he walked over and stood next to me and guided my mouth onto his swollen length. At the moment of contact, we both moaned in sheer delight and pleasure. “Oh, to see those gorgeous red lips wrapped around my cock…fuck,” he whispered.

“You want to cum with your fingers or my tongue?” he asked. There was no doubt what I wanted…his tongue. “My chair or yours?” I asked. “Yours,” he said, flatly. I slid downward, rested my heels on the padded arms and arched my neck over the back, welcoming him as he got on his knees, burying two (maybe three) fingers inside of me and consuming me with his mouth. Although I do love playing with Juan, nothing can substitute the ecstasy that comes from an exquisite pussy eating. That sounds kinda crude, but it’s the fucking truth and I can’t think of a better way to phrase it. That bad boy knows exactly which buttons to push on this slut and how.

“Get up and let me get one hard stroke inside of you,” he growled. Always obedient, I stood up and bent over in front of him. He grabbed a handful of my short hair and slammed into me…perhaps more than once. “Now, lick those juices off my cock, bitch, and get ready for my load.” Eager to feel him throb and pulse and taste his cum, I fell to my knees and gladly did as I was told, licking and sucking. “Ready?” he asked, even though he knew the answer. Each release came with a gasp and I  greedily swallowed every drop.

Wow. Writing about the encounter certainly enhanced my hazy recall. It also appears to have incited wetness and an aching to be fucked. Let’s see how that plays out today…

‘Me’ time

After spending six long, exhausting days with a team of middle-school boys at an international competition, I needed some “me” time…and cock…and Juan.

Of course, The Husband was quite anxious to get it on as soon as I got home, but I made him wait a day. Did I mention I was exhausted? “Thank you for letting me fuck you,” he whispered and positioned himself above me. I did not respond, just smiled slyly and spread my legs.

On Wednesday, The Hot Attorney called and was super excited about a new place he had cleared for us to fuck around in the woods, a little more remote than our “usual” place. He also mentioned a fantasy he had about the next time his law-school buddies come to town that includes me and any willing girlfriends I have getting together for some fun. “I like your fantasy,” I said. It’s true. I do. It probably won’t ever happen, but I like it!

“Can I see you this week?” he asked. “Sure!” I said. He mentioned that he had Friday off because his in-laws were in town but that he had some flexibility. When Friday rolled around, I never heard from him, so I assume that aforementioned flexibility evaporated. Perhaps he will be even more eager to see me next week. Not too long ago, I wasn’t sure if I wanted to continue seeing him; I’ve changed my mind…for now.

Out of the blue, I heard from Will on Thursday afternoon, via text. In January, he completely disappeared (shortly after my dad died). In the months leading up to that, we’d had some intense, intimate phone calls and text exchanges and two physical encounters. Of course, there were/are several complications: he’s married to one of my best friends; he might be an alcoholic; he wants a “girlfriend;” he thinks he’s a tortured “poet,” understood by few (I am one of the lucky few); and he consistently canceled/chickened out on me. Honestly, it was a relief when he no longer showed up on my phone.

I was totally shocked and a little pissed off when “Hey!” appeared this week. Seriously?! He started in with his same schtick. “Ugh……” he wrote. (Translation: “I want to be dirty”). I didn’t bite. He wanted to call me right then. I said it was not a good time. He apologized for not staying in touch. “Shit happens,” I typed, because I really didn’t care why he disappeared and had zero interest in an apology. He continued to hound me about wanting to talk, so I relented later that night while I was at a social event where I could steal away in a quiet corner, away from The Husband. He told me all about the volunteer work he was doing and said I was his inspiration. That’s good. Still not interested. He said he delivers meals on wheels in my neighborhood every Tuesday and wondered if we could get together one day soon. “Oh, I don’t think that’s a good idea,” I said. “I really want to see you,” he pleaded. “Well, I need to run now…glad things are going well with you…bye,” I said and ended the call.

An hour later, another message. “Thank you for talking to me. You’re fun.” Dude. “Yes, I am more fun than you can handle.” It’s true. He likes the idea of having a girlfriend/fuck buddy, but isn’t prepared to walk the talk. And I don’t have the time to shepherd him through the process. Do I look like a set of training wheels? Do I look like a door mat? Finally, at the tender age of 46, I have figured out that if it isn’t working for me, I am not wasting my time.

Something that, without fail, works for me is MYC. Damn, he’s good at being bad. It took all of about 15 text messages on Wednesday afternoon to make me a hot, wet mess. Or was it Tuesday? Or both? Did I mention I was exhausted? And that I am old? My short-term memory sucks. What I do know is that at least once, if not more, I retrieved Juan from The Husband’s sock drawer to meet my MYC-induced need.

After I took the kids to school Friday morning (my day off!!!), I came home and settled into an altered state of mind. It was…heavenly. Pure and simple. I spent the day cleaning my cool, dark house in a tank top and lace panties, occasionally texting MYC, who had a morning meeting, and visiting with Juan. I came fantasizing about being on my knees in the middle of four men (MYC, Hot Attorney, Mitch and Will) stroking their cocks and deciding where to cum on me while The Husband sat in the corner and watched.

It was the most content I had been in…weeks? months?

MYC indicated that he was alone in the office for the rest of the afternoon. Guess where I went?

To be continued…

Spoiler: we both spent time on our knees.

Mellow Swallow

By the time MYC arrived, I’d already had a Xanax and one pint of beer. It was a much-needed break for me…an attempt to mellow out and lower my blood pressure after a several-weeks-long midlife crisis. I texted that I was outside on the deck, upstairs, and asked him to please bring me another pint. We visited and enjoyed the delicious micro-brewed beer. He went back for another, but I passed. I think two pints is my limit when I’ve had a Xanax. At some point, two women came upstairs and sat at the other table and asked MYC to take several pictures of them with their beer—vertical, horizontal, from above, straight on, etc. He was a good sport…he always is. We had a good visit, but before long, it was time to go.

Standing on the sidewalk next to our cars, I asked, pretty matter of factly, “Want a blow job?”

“Well, sure, if you think that’s an ok thing for you to do,” he replied, knowing my recent personal struggles had left me out of sorts. “Yeah, it’s all good,” I said.

“Where?” he asked. My eyes darted toward his car. “Let’s go for a ride,” I suggested. Within seconds, the car was in drive and my hand was between his legs. “Mmmmmmm…nice and hard,” I murmured, as I caressed his growing bulge. “It started getting that way as soon as you said ‘blow job,'” he laughed.

We barely made it to the end of the block before he unzipped and took out that gorgeous cock of his. I licked my index and thumb and began stroking the tip. He groaned. “Oh, how I wish I was eating that pussy.”

“Let me see if it’s wet,” I said and slipped my hand down my pants and slid a couple of fingers inside. “Oh, yes. Feel for yourself,” I whispered and ran my glistening fingertips from the tip down.

“Drive that way, toward the cemetery,” I suggested, knowing that we needed to quickly get out of the downtown business district, where his vehicle might be recognized. As soon as we reached the fairly abandoned street by the cemetery, I leaned across and took his length in my mouth. He moaned as he reached down and grabbed a handful of hair, guiding me…up and down. “Keep your head down,” he admonished me as we approached an intersection.” I was happy to stay still, my mouth full of his throbbing cock.

When we were moving again, I sucked harder and undulated my tongue along the shaft, eager to make him cum. “Oh fuck, you’re an amazing cock sucker,” he growled. “Are you ready to take this load?”

Can’t talk when your mouth is full, so I moaned “yes” as his cock pulsed and shot his delicious cum down my throat, which I greedily swallowed.

We we arrived back at my car with five minutes to spare until I had to pick up my kids at school, not too many blocks away. When I arrived home with the kids, my head was swimming from the Xanax and beer and my clit was hard and throbbing from my ride with MYC. I excused myself to my room (thankfully, teenage boys get so engaged in video games they don’t care where their mother is) and got out my magic bullet (Juan is too loud to use in my tiny house in the middle of the day). Thanks to my battery-operated boyfriend and thoughts of MYC’s generous load, my toes curled and my body arched in quiet ecstasy. And within seconds, I drifted off into the most satisfying sleep I’d had in a long time. Blissfully mellow.

Hooked on a feeling

The one drawback about fucking around in my office is that it shares a wall with the suite next door, occupied by a really loud and obnoxious woman. And if I can hear her phone conversations, there’s no telling what comes through the wall from my side. Lots of moaning and groaning!

The first time MYC came by to play last week, I decided we needed a venue change and relocated to the conference room, which has a 10-person table, TV and nice rolling chairs.

I closed the blinds, sent a tit pic, got a beer, turned on the TV for some background noise, grabbed the ruler from my desk, sat on the table with my legs crossed and waited.

He came in and locked the deadbolt. “I was thinking we should try a different spot,” he said, as he entered the conference room and closed the door behind him.

We were 100 percent sound proof in there. He sat down at the end of the table where I was sitting. As he told me about some stressful work-related stuff, I lightly traced the bulge in his pants with the tip of the ruler and slowly removed my clothes. Once my tits were exposed, he grabbed the ruler and hit my nipples…HARD! He is so good to me. After several intense swats on my nipples and tits, he instructed me to take off my pants, slide my ass to the edge and spread my legs. Yes, sir!

As it turns out, that conference room table is perfect pussy-eating height! He gently bit my inner thighs and worked his way to my swollen, throbbing clit, while his fingers slid up and down my slippery slit, periodically finding their way further south, sending a shiver throughout my already sensation-filled body.

I savor every second that I feel his mouth and fingers on me and am able to summon the delight when I enjoy time alone. Although my memory isn’t what it used to be, my sensory and imagery recall are in fine working order. Fuck, that man has me hooked on a feeling—the complete release of ultimate pleasure elicited by his attentive mouth.

When it’s my turn, I believe (hope) my performance and service to his amazing cock are equally gratifying.

After my climax, I leaned my head back, over the edge of the table, and took as much of his cock as I could. He fucked my mouth and then spread his ass so I could turn my attention to his delicious hole, making him hiss and curse. Oh, how I relish those harsh and throaty growls.

When it was time for him to cum, I turned over on my back and slid my ass slightly over the table edge, extending my legs upward. He grabbed my ankles and proceeded to give his slut an incredible pounding.

“Easy,” he whispered, as I licked the last few drops of cum from the tip of his cock. Yeah, I am totally hooked on that, too.

Training Day Fuck Break

I wrote this post years ago. It has been living in the draft folder because it contained potentially incriminating images (since deleted). It has been surreal to revisit this and other similar experiences, like they happened to a different person. A crazy person. I really, really, really miss the mental and physical fucking around. It was the most fun.

Today and tomorrow, my job calls for me to be in another location coordinating a training seminar not too far from MYC’s office. As luck would have it, his coworker was out of town for the day (and had been at home sick the day before).

We chatted a bit yesterday, both on the phone and in person. I stopped by mid-afternoon for a possible quickie and had just taken a seat in his office when a visitor dropped by to see him. Boy, was I glad I hadn’t gotten there a few minutes earlier, or we might have gotten caught! Sometimes, we lock the door to the hallway; other times, we don’t. You know how titillating it can be to live a little dangerously.

After a brief introduction, I excused myself and went about my business running training-related errands. When I was finished, I popped back by to see him again. His coworker said he was going to come by late in the afternoon to pick up something, so we decided it was too risky to get dirty, but we certainly talked about what we could do and when we could do it the next day.

It went something along the lines of, “I’m going to eat that pussy and make you come before I bend you over that desk, slap your ass and fuck the shit out of you.” The very thought sent me into a trance. Oh, what a fine idea that was…something for everyone. Although we’ve had a few mutually gratifying encounters in cars lately, we were overdue for some unfettered fucking. I came back to reality and nodded my agreement that that was the best damn idea in the whole wide world. Fuck, I wanted his mouth and tongue on me. In fact, I wanted it right then and there!

“Do you get a lunch break when during the training?” he asked. “Yes, I get an hour,” I replied. “How about I come pick you up and we come back here to suck and fuck for a while?” he suggested. “That is a fabulous idea,” I said. We stood up to leave and I couldn’t resist walking over and running my fingertips over his cock through his khakis. “Mmmmmm, I want to fuck you right now,” he growled. “But I will wait. It will make for a great afternoon tomorrow and give me something to look forward to in the morning.”

On the drive to the training facility (much earlier in the a.m. than I am accustomed to), my mind drifted into thoughts about what might take place in a few short hours…causing more than a little squirming in the driver’s seat. Late morning, MYC texted, “Happy rainy Hump Day!” This was a good sign that we were still on for some lunch-time kink. After a few exchanges, it was decided that he would pick me a little after noon.

When I saw his ride turn the corner, things began to heat up beneath my skirt.

“Do you want to stop and get something? It is your lunch break. I know I am going to get to eat something,” he said, cooly. “Yes, sir, you are,” I affirmed and indicated that I was is no way interested in wasting one second of our play time on something as trivial as food. I wanted him inside of me, in every possible way as soon as possible. And if the growing bulge I saw and felt below his belt was any indication, he wanted the same.

Once in his locked, dark office, he instructed me to remove my panties and finger myself. Because I am a good girl, I complied, and before long, he was standing next to me, guiding my mouth onto his hard, throbbing cock. After a few licks and “what a good cock-sucking whore you are,” he slid out of my mouth and focused his attentive mouth, tongue and fingers between my legs.

“Ohhhhh, fuck,” I whispered, forgetting how incredible it feels when he does what he does and does so damn well. Gently at first, then rough and hard…coaxing me into ecstasy quickly. Writing about it makes me want more. I could get addicted.

More to come…

Spoiler alert:

A dirty whore gets slapped and fucked in the ass.

Double-feature Friday

I wrote this post years ago. It has been living in the draft folder because it contained potentially incriminating images (since deleted). It has been surreal to revisit this and other similar experiences, like they happened to a different person. A crazy person. I really, really, really miss the mental and physical fucking around. It was the most fun.

A couple of weeks ago, I was not a happy camper. I felt really low, had little to no energy and was nursing a badly bruised calf, knee and shin—courtesy of a bad fall while crossing a creek on a weekend hike.

See? My life isn’t always rainbows and unicorns. Even sluts get the blues. Thankfully, I am on the other side of that now.

MYC had been out of town for a few days and was going to be coming through on his way home Friday. That morning, I was working from home and indicated I would probably play with Juan the Magic Wand. “Plz wait,” he texted. Knowing he would make it worth the wait, I practiced restraint and delayed my gratification.

I had to go into the office that afternoon to finish a project, so we arranged to meet. In fact, I arrived only about 10 minutes before he did.

We chatted for a few minutes, then articles of clothing began to dot the floor and mouths and fingers began to explore.

He licked and sucked in all the right places, quickly eliciting a climax. Damn, I am so glad I got over whatever hangups I had about getting my pussy eaten. In fact, once a week is hardly enough.

I leaned over the desk, ass in the air, inviting his cock to enter my hot, swollen, soaking pussy. After a few hard thrusts and groans, he exploded inside of me. We dressed and he went on his way. I stayed another hour or so to finish my project.

The Husband texted me just before I left to let me know the kids were gone for a while. That’s code for “we can get nasty.” Well, OK! I stopped in the bathroom on the way to my car and freshened up a bit (you know, to erase traces of MYC’s delicious cum, just in case).

Within about five minutes of hitting the door, our clothes were off and we were in bed. After some tender kissing, touching and licking, he started moving down between my legs. Damn! Twice in one day?! Fuck me. I was one satisfied slut.

And you know what? I am worth it.

Ordinary, average day? *Updated

I wrote this post years ago. It has been living in the draft folder because it contained potentially incriminating images (since deleted). It has been surreal to revisit this and other similar experiences, like they happened to a different person. A crazy person. I really, really, really miss the mental and physical fucking around. It was the most fun.

Don’t all middle-aged women start their day by sending a tit pic to their favorite fuck buddy? If I can elicit a “Damn u!” from MYC I know his cock his hard. And that makes me happy…and wet. In fact, I spent most of my Tuesday that way.

He had a busy day ahead, as did I, but we would text periodically, which kept my juices flowing. That he frequently referred to wanting to lick my clit was a major contributing factor to a persistent achiness between my legs. One would think that would decrease productivity. Not so. If anything, it motivates me to take care of business, in hopes that it frees up time to mess around.

In this case, it did.

As per usual, finding the time and location to connect is the biggest obstacle. Neither of our offices would work and given our intended activity, we needed more space than a vehicle.

He now has access to an apartment near my office. We have played there, briefly, once before, but can’t make a regular habit of it because people we know come and go from the area. Thankfully, that wasn’t a problem on this particular Tuesday.

When it was determined that the coast was clear, I headed to the apartment, only a block away from my office. I let myself in and locked the door behind me. He had already closed the blinds and was mixing drinks—a bourbon and water for him, bourbon and Diet Coke for me. While he wrapped up some work on his laptop, I settled into the nearest sofa, took off my bra and unbuttoned my shirt dress to partially reveal my cleavage.

He looked up from the screen. “Show me a tit,” he said. I complied, uncovering my breast, caressing my nipple with the ice-cold red Solo cup. He watched for a moment then enjoyed a lick and suck before returning to his work. As he continued composing an important document, I sipped my drink and played with myself.

“Do you think the Hot Attorney would like to join us?” he asked. I had heard from HA the day before. His family was out of state for spring break, meaning he was free to hook up. Of course, I shared this intel with MYC.

“Let me see,” I said, excitedly, and picked up my phone.

“Hey, what are you up to?” I asked. “Getting into my truck,” he answered.

“Would you be interested in dropping by for a visit with MYC and me?” I said. “Well, I am going to dinner with my mom tonight. Tell me what you’re planning to do,” he said.

I provided a succinct and kinky list of activities: pussy eating, cock sucking and fucking. “Not sure my mom would accept that as a reason to cancel dinner plans, but if you happen to do that in the next 20 minutes, call me so I can hear you come and stroke my cock,” he said. “I love to hear you.”

Apparently, I became quite animated during the call. When I put down the phone, MYC commented, “You sure are giddy.” Yeah, I was. Although we weren’t going to add a third person to our party, talking dirty to one man while in the company of another had me even MORE turned on, which I didn’t think was possible.

At last, MYC finished the document, attached it to a message, hit “send” and we were able to get down to more important business.

The bourbon had kicked in and we quickly dispatched our clothing to the floor. He stood before me with that magnificent cock at mouth level. I gingerly licked the tip before taking as much as I could in my mouth. When I gagged, he slapped me hard. “Take it all, you fucking slut,” he growled. I relaxed my throat and he pushed deeper. When I reached my limit, I back off and gently bit his shaft. “Don’t fucking bite me, bitch,” he hissed and slapped me again. I looked up, eyes wild and wanting more.

“Let’s see how wet that puss is,” he said. “Fuuuuuuuuuck,” was his response when his fingers found my dripping cunt. I reclined and spread my legs and his tongue quickly found its way to my hard and throbbing clit.

With each lick, I felt the pleasure build and the thought of calling HA became a fleeting memory. I pinched my nipples as hard as I could while he performed his magic, coaxing me into a sublime and magnificent climax.

He let me taste my juices with a brief, but exhilarating, kiss, then satisfied my day-long craving for his cock with a tremendous fuck.

Not even close to spent, we continued our dirty talk. Before long, I was on my knees, face deep in the cushions, getting pounded from behind, fingering myself until we both came again.

It was an extraordinary, above-average day for this slut.