Hooked on a feeling

fullsizeoutput_1b1aThe 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.


Double-feature Friday

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.

Sore and bruised

If you would have told me when I awoke Monday morning that I was going to have an hour-long fuck fest with MYC later that day, I would have said you’re full of shit.

Now that I have time to sit down and write about and reflect on the experience, I am still in a mild state of disbelief that it took place…at my house, in my bed.

The texting started mid-morning, so I had an inkling of an eventual hook up—one that involved me picking him up. His ride has a vanity plate that somewhat compromises his anonymity.

fullsizeoutput_1abcLast week, I had shared with him that The Husband was going to be out of town for a couple of days, implying that my house would be more or less safe for a play date. After a few years of almost weekly encounters at my house, we agreed some time ago to stop the practice. Since then, you could count on one hand the number of times we have violated that rule.

Little did I know I was going to be violated in all kinds of delicious ways that day, leaving me sore and bruised. My ideal state.

Although I had planned on working from home that day, I decided to go to the office for a little bit to check the mail, pick up my favorite cock, etc. MYC was going to drop off his car for an oil change one block away and meet me at my parking deck. That he was the one to suggest my house first that day was quite titillating. I had suggested it the previous week, but the stars did not properly align. That time, we met at the apartment.

img_4459Around noon, he let me know he was walking my way. I quickly gathered my things and headed to my car. He was waiting for me just outside the deck’s exit gate. As soon as he was seated, I reached over and caressed his cock, which hardened instantly.

We spent the 10-minute ride to my house touching, talking dirty and building tension.

When we arrived, I unlocked the door and he followed a few moments later. You know, so it wouldn’t look so obvious to anyone who might be watching. Ha! We went to the sun room (which has BIG widows that look into both neighbors’ back yards) for a few minutes, where I licked and sucked his cock, before I led him back inside to the seclusion of my bedroom. He seemed a little apprehensive, but at this point, I thought “go big or go home,” damn it! I wanted this man naked on my bed!

And that he was!!! Oh, honey, I was a happy slut.

“Get that pussy on my face,” he ordered as he stretched across the bed. As I began to grind and pinch my nipples hard, his mouth worked its magic on my swollen clit and cunt, eliciting an incredibly intense climax, the first of many.

“How mean and dirty do you want me to get?” he asked. That’s a rhetorical question, right? Of course I wanted it as mean and dirty as possible and I planned to help him get there. I know that a little biting goes a long way, so I employed that tactic and earned a few good, hard slaps that made me see stars. Bad girls need and deserved to be punished.

After pleas of “don’t make me cum yet,” he grabbed my calves and fucked me hard, releasing his load inside of me.

For the next hour or so, we continued to lick, suck, stroke, and fuck each other. I brought out the Magic Wand and used it on his cock and balls. Then I told him not to touch me, just watch, as I used Juan on myself…in my bed, where I often watch porn and think of playing with him.

I grabbed the bottle of lube from the bedside table and stroked him for a long time, causing pleasure-filled groans. “You know I would do this for you every day,” I said. “Oh, fuck yeah,” he hissed. It’s true. What man doesn’t want to know that a slut craves a daily dose of his cock?

As we began to get dressed, I remembered that there was one more bad and dirty thing I wanted from him. In the heat of the moment(s), I had forgotten about one of my favorite implements—a long piece of Masonite that The Husband and I use for spanking. MYC has broken a couple of rulers swatting my tits. I knew this sturdy tool was the right one for the job and handed it over to him with explicit instructions to whack me hard. He did so and bruises formed almost immediately. He wanted to stop, but I told him I wanted more. After a few more hits, he said, “Bitch, I am going to have to fuck you now,” and told me to bend over. When he finished, my pussy was delightfully sore and my tits deliciously bruised.

We later agreed it was one of the best Mondays, ever.


One and done?

Last week, the Hot Attorney called while I was in the car with my kids. His named popped up on the dashboard screen (love/hate that Bluetooth interface) and they asked, “Who’s John Ford?” I just hit the red hang up button and ignored their question. Late Monday afternoon, the Husband and I were driving to an out-of-town event and he called again. Thankfully, the Husband’s phone was connected to the car, not mine. I quickly dismissed the call and silenced my phone.

When he called on Tuesday, I was at work and could answer the phone. He was in BAD need of a blow job and asked if I would be available later in the week. “Sure,” I said, and figured we’d hook up on Friday. This morning, my phone rang at 8:30 a.m.! We chatted for a minute and I said I would call him later. Well, later rolled around and he called me to say that he was going to the law library. I had just left the office and said I would head that way. Just as I parked, MYC sent a text asking how my day was going. I told him I was stopping by the law library “brief-ly” [groan]. He knew what was about to go down (me…on a cock) and said if I needed to come later, to let him know. MYC always takes care of me. The Hot Attorney? Not so much. But he is still a lot of fun. fullsizeoutput_1a76

In the end, I saw, I sucked, he came. One and done, right? Except I wasn’t done; I needed more. And I knew where I could get it, at least where I wanted to get it. If you recall, I have recently developed a…well…should we call it an addiction? Unequivocally. I am addicted to that man’s mouth and fingers on, in and around my pussy! And then there’s what his cock does to me. We’ve already gone over (and over…and over) that. Last night, MYC promised that he had saved a good load for me and I desperately wanted it as well!

fullsizeoutput_1a7cAfter a few texts, it appeared we were on the same page and soon needed to be in the same room!

My office was occupied, so we agreed to meet at the apartment. He told me to let him know when I arrived, so I sent him a text when I parked. Quietly, I walked through the courtyard and let myself in, locking the door behind me. I walked a few steps into the apartment and whispered, “Hello?” He walked around the corner, buck-ass naked with his rock-hard cock. Oh, fuck yes. “Come to daddy,” he said. I fell to my knees and greedily licked and sucked my daddy’s delicious cock before he made me stop. “Time to eat that pussy,” he said.

Yes, sir. Clothes off, ass on sofa, legs spread. “I am just going to take my time down here,” he said, and began kissing, biting and stroking my inner thighs, sending intense chills throughout my body. With each touch, I gasped and called out to a higher power. I have never experienced such exquisite attention and had no idea that the best was yet to come. His fingers gently explored in and around every hole, causing every muscle to quiver. My whole body was shivering in anticipation; I had no control of my physical response to his touch! When his mouth consumed my throbbing clit and his fingers fucked me hard, I surrendered control and allowed the pleasure to flood over me as never before.

Of course, there’s more to this story, but I am so sleepy and incredibly turned on right now. The Husband is out of town on business, so I am going to get out my magic bullet, pleasure myself and fall fast asleep with visions of MYC taking care of his favorite slut.



Ever drunk order a Magic Wand for your BFF?

MYC was out of town on business last week and sent me the most delicious pic of his cock, fully erect and sufficiently lubricated. It’s worth repeating that his cock makes me absolutely wild with lust.

It was quite late and everyone else in my house had gone to bed. Sitting in a chair in the far corner of my living room, I pulled up the pic, spread my legs, rubbed and pinched my nipple and quietly fingered myself to climax. It was a much-needed release. I believe he enjoyed the same.

Over the weekend, he enjoyed getting away to his “Paradise”—a friend’s house where he feels one-hundred percent free to be himself and indulge in whichever vices he pleases, including extended dirty texting and pic exchanging sessions with me and mutual self pleasuring. Needless to say, I love it when he goes out of town. More cock pics for Kinky!

And now that I have overcome whatever bizarre reservations I used to have about getting my pussy eaten, I am often overcome at the oddest moments by thoughts of his head between my legs! You know, standing in the check-out line at the grocery store, attending a program at my kids’ school, fucking my husband, sitting at a red light, taking a shower, writing blog posts, breathing…

On Saturday night, I went out drinking with a friend and had planned staying out late at her house on ramping up the kink with MYC. Apparently, the margaritas we had were overly potent because while we were still at the restaurant, I insisted on ordering a Magic Wand for her. Have you ever opened the Amazon app on your phone and drunk ordered a sex toy for your best friend? All I can say is, “beware,” because what comes next may be ugly.

We got back to her house and, long story short, I passed out for a while, then proceeded to be quite ill. She took incredible care of me and made sure I didn’t die, which wasn’t beyond the realm of possibility. It was horrific and I apologized over and over again to her. At midnight, she handed me my phone and suggested that I text my husband to say I wouldn’t be home. It took every ounce of energy and concentration I had to compose that message. After what seemed like an eternity, I had composed a complete, properly punctuated sentence, hit send and passed out (again) on her sofa.

I awoke at 7 a.m., totally embarrassed and confused by what had taken place the night before. In 30 years of drinking, nothing like that has ever happened to me and I damn sure never want it to happen again!!! I drove home, brushed my teeth and slid into bed next to the husband, who proceeded to give me a whole-body rub down, which evolved into a full-fledged fuck. A pretty damn good one, at that!

Afterward, I fell into a deep and satisfying sleep. When I finally roused, I realized that I had gone MIA with MYC last night. Oh, the things I had planned to do with him that night (and perhaps include our friends)! So, I issued another round of apologies to MYC and our friends and decided to quite beating myself up about it. There will be other opportunities, I am sure.

Sharing is caring

While at an out-of-town meeting on Wednesday, the Hot Attorney called (he never leaves a voice mail and NEVER texts). On the way home, I rang him and learned that he had been to the law library earlier and wanted me to join him. Damn! A missed opportunity.

He said he would likely have some free time on Friday afternoon and would like to get on my cock-sucking calendar. He knows my dance card stays pretty full. We penciled it in and I agreed to call him then.

Friday morning rolled around and I was enjoying working from home, after, of course, plugging in Juan, watching some porn and getting off a couple of times. Don’t you take advantage of time alone to pleasure yourself? If not, I highly recommend it.

My office was going to be unoccupied that afternoon, so we agreed to meet there around 4 p.m. MYC and I had been texting off and on all morning and he expressed that he hoped I had some fun that day. I told him that was likely going to happen! And about five minutes after the Hot Attorney arrived at my office, MYC sent a text asking if I had gotten to be a bad girl and I informed him that it was just about to go down.

HA stood, pulled out his cock and I went to work. When he coaxed out some precum and rubbed it onto my nipple, I took a pic and sent it to MYC. Sharing is caring.

When it was all said and done, I was lying on the floor, with the HA astride me. He jacked off and came on my tits (and hair…and carpet…ha!). What a way to wrap up my birthday week! Over the weekend, I told MYC all about my day, an incredible turn on for both of us.

On Monday morning, the exchange continued.

Throughout the morning, the tension built, culminating in a lunch-time encounter at the apartment that began with him saying, “We are going to do three things: I am going to eat your pussy, fuck you, then wait for little while and fuck you in the ass.”

That got my attention! He poured me a shot of Maker’s Mark and our clothes started coming off.

He stretched out on the sofa and I went to work on his cock with my mouth, earning a slap on the face when I did too good of job. “Fuck, don’t make me come yet,” he said. I would stop periodically to mount and ride him, tongue fuck his ass…you know, the deluxe slut treatment. 

“Get the pussy up here,” he said. As I moved my way up, I kissed and licked his chest and neck. I lowered my incredibly wet cunt onto his face and his tongue sent me over the edge quickly. Fuck, that man knows what he’s doing. And I am so happy he does it for me.

Still somewhat euphoric from my climax, I fell into the sofa. Now on his knees, he grabbed my ankles, extended my legs and fucked his favorite slut good and hard.

As promised, about 15 minutes later, I found myself bent over the sofa, preparing for the sharp, delicious pain of his giant cock in my ass. Although I had lubricated his cock and my ass with lotion, the sting took my breath away. He shoved my head into the cushions, grabbed and slapped my ass and gloriously groaned as he filled me with another load.

Damn, I have to go play with myself now.

Take me to the river

Well, Tuesday was my birthday. Yea, me! On Monday, MYC and I had an extremely gratifying encounter at my office. His mouth was everywhere on me and it was divine. I cannot get enough.

Yesterday was all about me. MYC treated me to lunch, where we talked about everything from to work and family to my porn preferences (previously Big Black Cock, but now I have returned to Public Agent). I enjoyed some recreational products with a friend and took advantage of a few moments home alone to pull up one of the cock pics MYC had sent me the previous weekend on my iPad, turn Juan on high and wear my clit OUT! As the waves of pleasure coursed through me, I moaned and writhed, holding nothing back.

A little later, while the kids were out of the house briefly, The Husband directed me to “take your pants off and lay on the bed.” And what did this slut get but another fantastic lick o’ the puss and a fuck!!! Hot damn and happy birthday to me!

The next day, I had a meeting out of town and hit the road early. About 30 minutes into my trip, I received a “good morning” text from MYC saying he was on his way to work. “How far along are you?” he asked. I told him and he replied that we would probably meet each other on the Interstate.

Hmmmmm…what an interesting coincidence. “You know, I need to stop for a cup of coffee,” I said, using Siri to voice text, and indicated I would be exiting at the same town where he would intersect the highway. “Oh, really?!?!” he said.

I found the closest gas station/convenience store to the exit and went in to get an extra large dark-roast coffee, loaded with half and half. “Where r u?” he asked. I responded and minute later, I saw him pull into the lot and park next to my car.

My phone dinged. “Surprise,” it said. You could have knocked me over with a feather, and then tickled my clit with it!!! I walked over to his rolled-down driver-side window and expressed my delight in this unexpected encounter. We chatted for a minute before I began to feel that familiar longing for his cock and I told him so.

“If you have a few minutes, there is a park nearby that I’d like to show you,” he said. “I promise it’s close.”

This unplanned visit was heading in an appealing, possibly public-sex direction!

I followed him about for about a mile to a lovely park on a river. We parked and were disappointed to see a couple of cars already parked there. He pointed to the other side of the lot. “I was going to fuck you in that restroom over there,” he said.

That was not going to work, so we drove down to the next parking area to explore other options. He walked down a concrete path that lead to the river and motioned for me to follow him. The trail curved and ended at a landing a few feet above the riverbank. Although there was an occupied boat ramp and roadway on either side, the trees and bushes provided decent cover.

“Pull down your pants and bend over that rock,” he hissed. The cold stone was a nice sensation, as was the crisp wind off the river on my ass! The next thing I felt was his rock-hard cock searching for my slippery slit, so I reached back and guided him inside of me. After a few hard thrusts, he blew a load, pulled out and zipped up.

“Did that just happen?” I asked. “Yes, it did,” he answered, with a sly smile. We walked back to our cars. I was stunned and pretty much speechless. He had made one of my favorite sex fantasies a reality and it was fucking amazing.

“Now, you think about that as you drive with cum-soaked panties for the next two hours,” he said. We went our separate ways and I barely recall the drive to my destination.

On the way home that afternoon, I slid my fingers down my pants and found sweet relief while going 60 miles per hour down a scenic rural highway. As I neared the town where the rendezvous occurred, I took a call that necessitated taking notes, so I exited and drove down to the park. After the call ended, I walked back to the spot, took a few pics and sent one to MYC.

“Return to the scene of the crime?” he joked. Of course! I needed to get a picture for the blog. He was having a productive day, but it “certainly started out differently than I’m accustomed to!”

Differently, indeed! I could get accustomed to it.