Daunt... W...T...F? What on earth are you talking about?? Deer Antler Velvet??
Yes, you heard me, Deer Antler Velvet. This was the first ingredient I saw on the little black pill bottle my brother handed me. You’re curious now aren’t you? Yeah, I thought so. But but let me back up a few days.
For those up to speed you may recall from the DauntlessD Exposed post that my marriage was ending and that I was going to move my wife to the East coast. To make this happen I needed help and recruited my brother; we’ll call him BruceD
I had rented a large truck and was going to drive it from Sacramento to the Boston area and wanted to do it in a short amount of time. Bruce took off the time from work to give me a hand and, due to his own circumstance, needed a place to stay. Upon our return he’d be moving into one of the spare rooms I had available.
I’m driving the truck and we’re on highway 80 not far from Chicago. The steady drone of the engine has been in our ears for nearly two-and-a-half days. I look over at Bruce and he is intently fiddling with his phone, it looks like he’s entering something. I raise my gaze back to the road; It’s not uncommon for him to be playing with his phone.
Bruce asks, “Hey bro, what’s your address?”
“Um, why?”
“I’m ordering something and I need to have it shipped there.”
I give Bruce my address and he punches away at the touch screen on his phone.
I’m curious. “So what’d you order Bruce?”
Bruce looks over at me with a mischievous, sly glint in his eye and a Cheshire grin spreading across his face. “You’ll see soon enough.”
We complete the move and a day after we’ve been back in Sacramento the mail arrives. A small package addressed to BruceD is there with three lumps in it.
“Hey Bruce, you got something here.”
“Cool! They’re here already!” With a chuckle he begins tearing into the package. Reaching into it he hands me a small black bottle with red lettering.
I read the bottle and my eyebrows begin to climb higher and higher on my forehead. I clear my throat. “Dude are you serious? Hot Rod, male enhancement pills?” Turning the bottle around I look for the ingredients. “Deer Antler Velvet?” The skepticism oozes from my voice and I hand the bottle back.
Bruce grins widely. “Boner pills bro! They’ll make you feel 20 again!” He laughs and heads to his room.
As I watch him go I roll my eyes and shake my head. BruceD is nearly 8 years younger than I am, and I am 41. As of yet I have not had any ED type symptoms, so I’m pretty sure he hasn’t either.
Bruce strolls out of his room still smiling. “I’m telling you dude, it’s not like Viagra, or something that gives you a quick hard-on. It just helps your own body do what it does naturally. You gotta try it!”
He drops a single gold capsule about the size of a typical allergy pill in my palm. It feels weightless. His eyes glint clearly amused with my skepticism. With a sigh I close my hand over the pill and carry it back to my bedroom dropping it into my shaving bag on the nightstand.
The phone rings, it’s Madison.
“Daunt, you’re going to kill me!”
I can hear the disappointment in her voice. “What’s up?”
“Well... I made a mistake in my schedule and I can’t see you next week. I’m sooo sorry!”
My heart sinks. I was only expecting to have to wait a week to see Madison again and now we were talking two. “I understand... stuff happens.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I feel terrible. I don’t want to wait two weeks either.”
“Hey, what if I come to you? Maybe we can spend a little time together that way?”
She replies, “Oh! That could work! Tomorrow I only work a half day, we could have lunch and spend the afternoon together!”
“Great! That’ll be perfect I’m free tomorrow.” I begin to laugh, “Hey get this, Bruce ordered some kind of male enhancement pills. I looked at the ingredients and the first thing I saw was deer antler velvet; can you believe that?”
“Deer what?!”, she laughs. “What kind of result does he really expect from that!?”
I call out to Bruce, “Hey bro, Madison thinks your nuts too! She’s asking what kind of result you really expect from that junk.”
“Oh, I know the result! The result is sore women.” Bruce yells back amused.
With a laugh Madison and I say our good-byes and hang-up.
I wake the next morning with Madison on my mind. She can’t meet me until noon so the minutes tick off the hours way too slowly. Finally I’m preparing to leave and I text her.
Daunt: Hey I’m about to head out the door.
Madison: Good I can’t wait to see you.
I walk back to my bedroom to grab my wallet and keys. I reach the nightstand and look down. As if by some magnetic pull my eyes are immediately drawn to the gold capsule lying innocently in my shaving bag. Hot Rod. Suddenly I’m overwhelmed with curiosity. BruceD’s amused face flashes in my mind. Boner pills bro! It’ll make you feel 20 again! I decide to text Madison again.
Daunt: Bruce gave me one of his pills, what do you think?
Madison: Hahaha, you want to try one? Seriously?
Hmmm, maybe Madison isn’t as curious as I am... I read her last text again. A tug-o-war within me begins: scoff and leave the pill behind, or take the mystery pill and not tell Madison. Then another text message comes in.
Madison: Well... I don’t know... maybe it would be fun! Hehe, but you do what you want.
Ah-ha! She is as curious as I am!
Daunt: I’m taking it, then I’m out the door. See you soon :)
Bruce told me the Hot Rod folks claim it will take effect in as little as 20 minutes, but his own personal experience was more like 45. It will take me roughly that long to get to the hotel room I’ve arranged. I grab the gold pill from my shaving bag and pop it in my mouth with a drink of water. The crazy pill floats! Again I question whether there really is anything in the caplet at all. Shaking my head I walk to the car. The drive takes longer than I expect. About 10 minutes from the hotel I find my cheeks itching slightly; I wonder if this is Hot Rod or just my imagination.
I arrive and check-in. Madison arrives shortly thereafter toting Chinese food. We are both a little nervous. We had been with each other sexually a couple of times prior, but this is the first time we had scheduled sex. The other times we were together there was some other main event -- like wine tasting and a stay at a B&B -- the sex was an indulgence that just naturally occurred; like dessert after dinner. This time sex was the dinner.
We finish our lunch with chit-chat and catching up. Our anxiety falls away and we embrace near the bed trading deep kisses. I sit on the bed and pull her to me. Pealing off her shirt and bra. My mouth hungrily finds one nipple then the other. My hands caress all the bare skin they can find. Soon all of our clothing is in a heap on the floor and we are laying on the bed exploring one another.
Deep slow kisses. Caresses. Nipples pinched and suckled. My hand glides over Madison enjoying the feel of her bare skin. Up her thigh it slides, as I kiss her my fingers slip into her wet folds. We both draw in a breath as I feel how aroused she is.
The tip of my finger is inside her as I say “I want to taste you”, half growl, half whisper. She arches her back and moans. I stand up next to the bed and grab her thighs pulling her to me easily across the mattress. Then I kneel between her legs pushing her knees up. “Oh!” she gasps as my warm tongue makes contact with her pussy. “Mmmmmm...” as it slides over one lip and then the other. My fingers gently part her leaving her swollen clit before me. I make gentle then more forceful lavish circles over her sex, listening to her response. Sooner than expected she’s climaxing and I’m slipping fingers inside her to rub her g-spot; sucking on her clit riding her through her orgasm.
I climb back onto the bed. More deep kisses. More touching. Tenderness. Her blue eyes look back at me expectantly. Softly I ask, “Are we okay?” Madison nods her head yes and kisses me. I climb on top of her and enter her slowly. Soon we are rhythmically rocking, bodies tight, looking into one another eyes. I watch as she begins to bite her lip. She closes her eyes then her fingernails are raking my arms. She shudders beneath me. “Ohhhh Dauunnnt...” With my cock I can feel her cumming and it spurs my own arousal. A primal switch is flipped within me and I buck against her. “Ooooh yesss!” I hear myself groan as I pulse insider her again and again. In a heap we fall against one another. Hot. Sweaty. Breathless.
Though our bodies are heated we continue to hold and caress one another. We chat. We kiss. Fingers trail over one another as we bask in the closeness and pleasure that was shared. Then the surprise happens...
What was it, 10 minutes? Certainly no more than 20 and my cock is at full attention; standing strait and tall. Now this isn’t totally unheard of for me, but I will say that it had been quite some time; I’m in my early 40s after all. The shocker is that I am rock hard, as hard if not harder, than I was the first time.
Madison’s hand slides down my belly discovering my very stiff cock. “Wow... already? Maybe there is something to this Hot Rod stuff...” she exclaims.
“Yeah, no kidding! I think you might be right! I really didn’t feel any different. It’s not like I got an erection when I wasn’t supposed to or something.” I reply.
“I didn’t say anything earlier, but you actually felt different inside me. You felt... harder.” she says.
All I can do is smile as I climb out of bed and stand up. I pull her close to me and ease myself inside her. I’m standing and she’s on her back on the bed, a new position for us. Holding her knees I’m relishing the pleasure I feel. I look down at Madison and find she is looking at me, blue eyes piercing, with an intensity I had not seen before. Her arms are wide apart as possible, hands clenching the sheets, knuckles white.
“Right there! Oh... Right there! Daunt... Don’t stop! Don’t Stop!” she gasps. With a bit more verve I continue pumping at the angle I was enjoying. Madison throws her head back, eyes closed and begins to shudder. I smile as her thighs begin to shake and watch as her toes pull down into a tight curl. “Daunt! Daunt? DAUNT? OOOHHHH MY GOD DAUUUNNNNTTT!!” she cries. We collapse into a pile of limbs giddy with pleasure and exertion.
I hadn’t cum again, we catch our breath and find I still have a piece of iron between my legs. I climb on top and settle in between her legs. I slide into her easily and grind, hard slow and deep. She cums again. Then to my surprise I find that familiar sensation welling up within me slow and strong like an ocean wave. As Madison begins to cum yet again, I urge myself on with increased vigor. “Oh GOD!” I moan cumming again, the wave crashes into the rocks and sprays forth. Madison gasps. Then before I can help it... I giggle!
Madison chuckles. “What’s so funny?”
The grin is wide across my face. “I’m sorry I was just surprised. I didn’t think I could cum again that quickly! That pill was no joke!”
Madison’s smile beams back at me. “Ummmm... tell Bruce... Ummm... I said thank-you!”, she laughs.
“Yes! Who knew deer antler velvet could be so good?” I reply with a satisfied chuckle.
____________
Just so you all know, I tried to contact the business that sold BruceD their product. I had hoped to be able to provide a link for our PWK readers, maybe even a little discount. However they never replied to my email. There are several "Hot Rod" male enhancement products out there, if you would like to try the one I did send me an email and I'll give you their web address.
Note: After recently posting a comment and mentioning high blood-pressure and heart conditions etc, we felt we it important to stress that none of the PWK authors are doctors, myself included. Make sure to consult your doctor before trying Hot Rod or similar products.
--DauntlessD
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Monday, November 21, 2011
Wednesday, September 7, 2011
The Best Little Half Pill in My World - A Guest Post by SomewhereMan
I called the CVS on Friday, freaking out.
"Yeah, er...um...I had a prescription for Levitra a few months back. Is it still there?"
After some rustling of papers, I hear the pharmacist say, "yes, we can fill it for up to 12 months."
I sigh in relief. This may be my last shot at saving Debbie.
"I'll take 3 of the 10mg pills."
"That'll be $62.47. See you in an hour."
All because I had "fizzled out" with the most beautiful woman I've ever been able to get naked in my 35+ years on the planet. Two days before, Debbie and I had three hours in a hotel room. Sure, she came multiple times, thanks to my tongue and hands but, as I was so damn nervous, I couldn't get "hard enough" for what she really wanted.
"I want you inside of me," she begged that day.
Crap! This again?!? Back in June, my incident with "Charlotte" (for the dear readers of the blog I destroyed five weeks ago) led to my blogging in the first place. A "dead dick" pained me greatly. I lost Charlotte forever because I was too nervous.
And now I was losing Debbie. She no longer texted me with the words "sexy" or "miss you" or "I want to be with you right now". Since Wednesday, it had been more on a "friend" level. I would write something sexual to her and get a "friendly" response...not the "wish I could suck your whole shaft and swallow your cum while looking into your eyes".
She told me that I was more than just a hard cock to her. She was "into me" for the whole person I was...
only, with my Limp Bizkit on Wednesday, we both knew that wasn't 100% true.
Thus, Friday night, I picked up the Levitra...desperate to "Save Debbie".
*****
While reading over the side effects, I decided for a "self test" on Saturday night. Wife was asleep. Kids were long since out.
I'm on the couch downstairs, watching college football. (Hey, college football stimulates me, especially when the team I am backing is covering the spread). I break off a 10mg pill in half for my suggested 5mg dose.
Wait twenty minutes.
Start touching myself.
I had a missile for a cock within 4 or 5 minutes.
Without touching it, the "Cock Missile" stayed...full-size... "18 years old with no dick control" (thanks, Eddie Murphy) size.
Ah, what the hell, I thought, stroking it before hitting a climax during the Colorado-Hawai'i game.
Best part? The missile stayed hard... after the climax.
For 14 hours from when I swallowed the "half pill", I had four rock-solid erections. Of course, my wife - who has no idea about the Levitra - wanted no part of me.
I was ready for Debbie.
I had texted her on Saturday, telling her I had a "surprise" for her and that I thought we would both enjoy it. We set a date... Wednesday morning. My house. I told her I'd need an hour for her to experience it.
On Tuesday, I decided to go shop for this "surprise". Found a sexy babydoll nightie for her. That would be her "surprise"...before, hopefully, I'd have a real surprise.
Then a shocking text nearly gave me a heart attack.
"Hey!" Debbie writes. "I've come some time right now (Tuesday morning). Can I come over for my present? Say...30 minutes?"
Holy crap.
I walk out to the secret hiding space where I keep my "now" 2 1/2 Levitra pills. (empty plastic bag, unmarked).
After I confirm that I'll see her in a half hour, I gulp down a 5mg half-tablet. I debate whether to do the full 10. Nope...stick with the 5.
I know that...as I am in the shower, doing a scrub down, that -- if I'm not hard and "ready for sex", she'll dump me before the afternoon.
THAT is pressure.
I drive to pick up her favorite coffee (that is my trademark whenever we meet -- I hate coffee but she loves it when I listen and pay attention). All the way, I'm terrified. Terrified of a Charlotte Redux. The disappointment of a cock that won't stir, no matter how turned on I am.
Also...there's this.
I never mentioned that I already jerked off two hours before. Ugh. That's right. I "rotated the crops", thinking of Debbie and our scheduled encounter for Wednesday.
Damn.
We meet at our assigned "business park" location as she pulls her ride next to mine.
Author's Note: This is another tricky element as I am breaking SO many of Kat's rules here. Debbie & I go to the same church. We live in the same neighborhood and, oh yeah, our kids know each other and, yes, we often give each other incredible climaxes in our basements. At least the church "thing" has been worked out -- it's a megachurch and I go in the right entrance, she goes in the left. I've "nodded" at her husband before in passing...
In the minutes before she pulls up, I do a "self-test". I touch my cock to see if the Levitra is kicking in. A little bit -- not on size but on sensation. Something is happening in there -- it's not "growing" but it is feeling more sensitive. Sigh... this is it.
As always, Debbie looks amazing. White summer dress. Black top, low-cut in front and sleeveless. Form fitting. Her hair is blonde, her skin is bronze from the summer sun. Debbie is 42 but has a six-pack of abs from working out every single day.
I have no business being with this woman.
Here is why I am also so skittish. We've been "dating" for two months. She's dumped me six times -- often out of guilt and ALWAYS by email. Each morning, when I wake up, I check my email before I check the texts... If I get an email from her with "no subject"... then I'm getting dumped. Yet, each time, within 48 hours, she texts me that she misses me...
And the cycle continues.
Yet on this day, Debbie hops into my car, with her awesome smile. I hand her the deluxe coffee and off we drive. Three blocks later, we're at my house as I open the garage, closing it immediately after we pull in.
I'm not sure what will happen. I'm sensing that I am not going to get dumped right "here and now". She walks inside and I start kissing her. I can tell from her kiss that, no, I may be dropped tomorrow or by the weekend but...not today.
I walk over to the computer and play Chicago's "Hard Habit to Break", our inside joke of her dumping me about every 10 days.
As I return to kiss her, I'm rock hard.
Thank you, Levitra.
I deviate from our usual pattern -- of me going down on her for her first climax before I start worrying about myself. I have the Cock Missile on this fine day.
She reaches down.
"Whoa!" she says. "Let's take advantage of this!"
Within thirty seconds, our clothes are off... the Trojan is on...and "we're off".
I put her on "all fours" and enter from behind. I glide into her wet walls... savoring the first thrust...shocked that I'm even here - with a hard, full-size (and even wide) cock. Not sure the last time I was *this* hard.
As she bucks, swirling her sexy, size 4 hips over my lucky and throbbing cock, I feel a weird sense of calm overtake me. This is the man I used to be...back when I was a "boy", really...a college kid who would go to sleep six nights a week by having mind-blowing sex with my "law school girlfriend". EVERY night, I'd go out drinking...and every night...she'd be studying and stressing...and then we'd release it all in her apartment.
This hour with Debbie had the same feeling - the same pawing of joy, of sex, of being close.
Yet I had to temper myself, even as I watched and felt her climax three minutes into me fucking her from behind.
I wanted to tell this woman everything I felt about her...but I couldn't. I didn't want to scare her. She had mentioned, last week, a fear of feelings for me seeping in. We had "agreed" a month before... no intercourse, no feelings, no strings attached.
Yeah... like we could stick to that.
I had never felt as close to a woman as I did today.. thank you, Levitra. :)
After her peak, I slid off to my side, spooning her, with my still hard cock pumping inside of her. This went on for another ten minutes of pumping and fucking... then I had her go on top to ride me.
I watched her tan, beautiful body ride my "still hard" cock. The joy pulsating throughout her body as I guided her to a second climax... with the thumb-on-clit, cock-in-pussy lunch combo.
Then as she collapsed onto me, her blonde hair tickling my cheek, that was the time to look into her eyes and say, "I love you, Debbie"... but I didn't.
I couldn't scare her. No matter how much I wanted to say it. :)
All in all, the Levitra-laden cock made it 27 minutes before I finally pulled out for good and she took my "somewhat hard" little guy for a wide blowjob ride before I fired burst...after burst...after burst all over the back of her mouth.
How did I know 27 minutes? Seven songs on the playlist :) 27 minutes.
One more time, everybody.... "Thank You, Levitra."
As we lay in each other's arms, once I was all cleaned up, we talked a little about the rest of our day. My index finger dancing about her bare, tan mound where she was all "waxed".
With a final kiss, she said, "I've got ten minutes before I have to go."
I kissed her again.
"Stay here," I commanded as I opened up her legs. "You're leaving here with a smile."
And my tongue slid along her clit and inside her pussy lips as I fired up her engine for a final trip to Satisfactiontown.
As I drove her back to her car, we held hands but still lacked the closeness we had enjoyed two weeks before.
Maybe she's getting scared at what's happening between us. I know I am a little bit as well.
I would move up my "date of escape" to try and make it work with Debbie. I am that "into her".
In the five hours from when we said goodbye to when I wrote this note, her texts have fallen off. Very "clinical". Very much a friend.
Sure, I'll probably get dumped soon...again.
However, I'm fine with it. At least, unlike Charlotte, it won't be because I had a Limp Bizkit... that's for damn sure.
- SomewhereMan
"Yeah, er...um...I had a prescription for Levitra a few months back. Is it still there?"
After some rustling of papers, I hear the pharmacist say, "yes, we can fill it for up to 12 months."
I sigh in relief. This may be my last shot at saving Debbie.
"I'll take 3 of the 10mg pills."
"That'll be $62.47. See you in an hour."
All because I had "fizzled out" with the most beautiful woman I've ever been able to get naked in my 35+ years on the planet. Two days before, Debbie and I had three hours in a hotel room. Sure, she came multiple times, thanks to my tongue and hands but, as I was so damn nervous, I couldn't get "hard enough" for what she really wanted.
"I want you inside of me," she begged that day.
Crap! This again?!? Back in June, my incident with "Charlotte" (for the dear readers of the blog I destroyed five weeks ago) led to my blogging in the first place. A "dead dick" pained me greatly. I lost Charlotte forever because I was too nervous.
And now I was losing Debbie. She no longer texted me with the words "sexy" or "miss you" or "I want to be with you right now". Since Wednesday, it had been more on a "friend" level. I would write something sexual to her and get a "friendly" response...not the "wish I could suck your whole shaft and swallow your cum while looking into your eyes".
She told me that I was more than just a hard cock to her. She was "into me" for the whole person I was...
only, with my Limp Bizkit on Wednesday, we both knew that wasn't 100% true.
Thus, Friday night, I picked up the Levitra...desperate to "Save Debbie".
*****
While reading over the side effects, I decided for a "self test" on Saturday night. Wife was asleep. Kids were long since out.
I'm on the couch downstairs, watching college football. (Hey, college football stimulates me, especially when the team I am backing is covering the spread). I break off a 10mg pill in half for my suggested 5mg dose.
Wait twenty minutes.
Start touching myself.
I had a missile for a cock within 4 or 5 minutes.
Without touching it, the "Cock Missile" stayed...full-size... "18 years old with no dick control" (thanks, Eddie Murphy) size.
Ah, what the hell, I thought, stroking it before hitting a climax during the Colorado-Hawai'i game.
Best part? The missile stayed hard... after the climax.
For 14 hours from when I swallowed the "half pill", I had four rock-solid erections. Of course, my wife - who has no idea about the Levitra - wanted no part of me.
I was ready for Debbie.
I had texted her on Saturday, telling her I had a "surprise" for her and that I thought we would both enjoy it. We set a date... Wednesday morning. My house. I told her I'd need an hour for her to experience it.
On Tuesday, I decided to go shop for this "surprise". Found a sexy babydoll nightie for her. That would be her "surprise"...before, hopefully, I'd have a real surprise.
Then a shocking text nearly gave me a heart attack.
"Hey!" Debbie writes. "I've come some time right now (Tuesday morning). Can I come over for my present? Say...30 minutes?"
Holy crap.
I walk out to the secret hiding space where I keep my "now" 2 1/2 Levitra pills. (empty plastic bag, unmarked).
After I confirm that I'll see her in a half hour, I gulp down a 5mg half-tablet. I debate whether to do the full 10. Nope...stick with the 5.
I know that...as I am in the shower, doing a scrub down, that -- if I'm not hard and "ready for sex", she'll dump me before the afternoon.
THAT is pressure.
I drive to pick up her favorite coffee (that is my trademark whenever we meet -- I hate coffee but she loves it when I listen and pay attention). All the way, I'm terrified. Terrified of a Charlotte Redux. The disappointment of a cock that won't stir, no matter how turned on I am.
Also...there's this.
I never mentioned that I already jerked off two hours before. Ugh. That's right. I "rotated the crops", thinking of Debbie and our scheduled encounter for Wednesday.
Damn.
We meet at our assigned "business park" location as she pulls her ride next to mine.
Author's Note: This is another tricky element as I am breaking SO many of Kat's rules here. Debbie & I go to the same church. We live in the same neighborhood and, oh yeah, our kids know each other and, yes, we often give each other incredible climaxes in our basements. At least the church "thing" has been worked out -- it's a megachurch and I go in the right entrance, she goes in the left. I've "nodded" at her husband before in passing...
In the minutes before she pulls up, I do a "self-test". I touch my cock to see if the Levitra is kicking in. A little bit -- not on size but on sensation. Something is happening in there -- it's not "growing" but it is feeling more sensitive. Sigh... this is it.
As always, Debbie looks amazing. White summer dress. Black top, low-cut in front and sleeveless. Form fitting. Her hair is blonde, her skin is bronze from the summer sun. Debbie is 42 but has a six-pack of abs from working out every single day.
I have no business being with this woman.
Here is why I am also so skittish. We've been "dating" for two months. She's dumped me six times -- often out of guilt and ALWAYS by email. Each morning, when I wake up, I check my email before I check the texts... If I get an email from her with "no subject"... then I'm getting dumped. Yet, each time, within 48 hours, she texts me that she misses me...
And the cycle continues.
Yet on this day, Debbie hops into my car, with her awesome smile. I hand her the deluxe coffee and off we drive. Three blocks later, we're at my house as I open the garage, closing it immediately after we pull in.
I'm not sure what will happen. I'm sensing that I am not going to get dumped right "here and now". She walks inside and I start kissing her. I can tell from her kiss that, no, I may be dropped tomorrow or by the weekend but...not today.
I walk over to the computer and play Chicago's "Hard Habit to Break", our inside joke of her dumping me about every 10 days.
As I return to kiss her, I'm rock hard.
Thank you, Levitra.
I deviate from our usual pattern -- of me going down on her for her first climax before I start worrying about myself. I have the Cock Missile on this fine day.
She reaches down.
"Whoa!" she says. "Let's take advantage of this!"
Within thirty seconds, our clothes are off... the Trojan is on...and "we're off".
I put her on "all fours" and enter from behind. I glide into her wet walls... savoring the first thrust...shocked that I'm even here - with a hard, full-size (and even wide) cock. Not sure the last time I was *this* hard.
As she bucks, swirling her sexy, size 4 hips over my lucky and throbbing cock, I feel a weird sense of calm overtake me. This is the man I used to be...back when I was a "boy", really...a college kid who would go to sleep six nights a week by having mind-blowing sex with my "law school girlfriend". EVERY night, I'd go out drinking...and every night...she'd be studying and stressing...and then we'd release it all in her apartment.
This hour with Debbie had the same feeling - the same pawing of joy, of sex, of being close.
Yet I had to temper myself, even as I watched and felt her climax three minutes into me fucking her from behind.
I wanted to tell this woman everything I felt about her...but I couldn't. I didn't want to scare her. She had mentioned, last week, a fear of feelings for me seeping in. We had "agreed" a month before... no intercourse, no feelings, no strings attached.
Yeah... like we could stick to that.
I had never felt as close to a woman as I did today.. thank you, Levitra. :)
After her peak, I slid off to my side, spooning her, with my still hard cock pumping inside of her. This went on for another ten minutes of pumping and fucking... then I had her go on top to ride me.
I watched her tan, beautiful body ride my "still hard" cock. The joy pulsating throughout her body as I guided her to a second climax... with the thumb-on-clit, cock-in-pussy lunch combo.
Then as she collapsed onto me, her blonde hair tickling my cheek, that was the time to look into her eyes and say, "I love you, Debbie"... but I didn't.
I couldn't scare her. No matter how much I wanted to say it. :)
All in all, the Levitra-laden cock made it 27 minutes before I finally pulled out for good and she took my "somewhat hard" little guy for a wide blowjob ride before I fired burst...after burst...after burst all over the back of her mouth.
How did I know 27 minutes? Seven songs on the playlist :) 27 minutes.
One more time, everybody.... "Thank You, Levitra."
As we lay in each other's arms, once I was all cleaned up, we talked a little about the rest of our day. My index finger dancing about her bare, tan mound where she was all "waxed".
With a final kiss, she said, "I've got ten minutes before I have to go."
I kissed her again.
"Stay here," I commanded as I opened up her legs. "You're leaving here with a smile."
And my tongue slid along her clit and inside her pussy lips as I fired up her engine for a final trip to Satisfactiontown.
As I drove her back to her car, we held hands but still lacked the closeness we had enjoyed two weeks before.
Maybe she's getting scared at what's happening between us. I know I am a little bit as well.
I would move up my "date of escape" to try and make it work with Debbie. I am that "into her".
In the five hours from when we said goodbye to when I wrote this note, her texts have fallen off. Very "clinical". Very much a friend.
Sure, I'll probably get dumped soon...again.
However, I'm fine with it. At least, unlike Charlotte, it won't be because I had a Limp Bizkit... that's for damn sure.
- SomewhereMan
Friday, January 7, 2011
My First Affair - Our First Meeting
I flew to Seattle for my first in-person meeting with W (read about who he was and how we met here). It was the first time I had cheated on my husband, and even though I had known W online for the better part of a year, I was still very, very nervous. We had never seen other before and the faxed photos we had were not very clear.
It was like a first date, only there were considerations that were unlike any first date I had ever had. First, we were meeting for sex, so there was no question about how the date would end, but I didn't know if I should bring condoms or if he would? And we hadn't talked about that (the first lesson in many I would learn about the logistics of extramarital sex). Second, what should I wear on the plane? Ok, I know most gals think about what they are going to wear on a date, but I was wrestling with questions like, "Bra and panties or nothing at all under my dress?" Sure, going without underwear sounds sexy and all, but a couple hours of anticipation on the plane would leave me...uh....damp, which might make my sheer dress wet, too, and that would be bad. I opted for sexy bra and panties and a very sheer, almost see-through black dress. I was still fairly young, thin, and cute at that time. I wore my long brown hair down, pulled back on the sides by two combs. The only jewelry I wore was my wedding ring.
On the plane, I was more nervous than I had been in years. I took out the grainy black and white faxed photo I had of him and stared at it. Would we recognize each other at the airport? Would he be attracted to me? Would I be attracted to him? What we do if there wasn't any physical attraction? Did I really want to go through with this? What kind of a wife and mother does this sort of thing? For a while, I regretted the decision to get on that plane. I thought about how I could tell him that I changed my mind - how I could convince him that it was me and not him (how lame did that sound? Sheesh....), but there was no time to really think about it. The plane was landing.
I joined the herd of travelers exiting the plan and I saw him as soon as I stepped into the terminal. I think he saw me at the same time. The very first thing I noticed about him were his eyes. He said they were blue, but he didn't tell me how piercingly blue they were. The second thing I noticed was his smile. I don't think I took a breath between that first moment I saw him and the 15 seconds it took to walk over to where he was standing in the terminal. He reached out and hugged me with one arm while taking my bag with the other. He said , "Hi" as he kissed me, and my whole body responded to him instantly. I wondered how I could possibly have been worried about physical attraction.
The next thing he said was, "Let's get out of here," and I was more than happy to follow him as he led me to the parking garage and where he had parked his car. I was glad we had talked so much on he phone because his voice was that same familiar voice I had been hearing a few times a week for the last several months. Everything else was new and scary, but his voice reminded me that I knew him, and I didn't need to be scared.
Once we were in the car in the dimly lit parking garage, he kissed me again. This time it was the deep, passionate kiss that I had been dreaming about. He wasn't hesitant or tentative at all. His hand moved slowly up my dress and between my legs. For a moment, I regretted the decision to wear panties, but there wasn't much time to regret; I was completely mesmerized by this man. I knew at that moment that I would be doing anything and everything he wanted. Heck, I'd fuck him right there in the car in the parking garage if he wanted to, but that's not what he had in mind.
For the longest time, he gently stroked my clit through my panties as we kissed. Every now and then, he'd stop and move his hand up to my breast, sliding it under my bra. He'd linger there awhile and then move back down to my pussy. His other arm was around me, with his hand behind my head, fingers entwined in my hair, pulling my hair firmly as he held my head firmly in place. There was no way I was breaking from that kiss even if I wanted to. I don't know how long we stayed there like that, but it was quite a while. I could hear cars coming and going from the two parking spaces on either side of us, but he didn't stop or even hesitate.
At some point, though, he did stop kissing me. I pulled a tissue from my purse and wiped the lipstick from his face. We both laughed about that. Then he started the car and we began on our drive to the hotel.
Neither of us had planned the hotel. I assumed he knew the best place to go and he figured that I would be arranging it, so we had to make a decision. We ended up driving around a while while he decided where I should stay. As we drove through the part of town where he lived, he actually asked me to slide down in the seat so no one would see us together. Yes, for real. While it felt very strange, I did what he asked. While I was bent over in the seat, I decided to start rubbing his thigh, then a little higher. I unfastened his pants and started licking and suckling just on the tip of his already hard cock. It didn't surprise me that he found a hotel very quickly after that.
I checked in the hotel and we went to the room. We stood looking at each other for a minute or so. I don't think either of us really thought this moment would ever come. He stepped over to me and put his arms around me, unzipping my dress and letting it fall to the ground. Now I was grateful for the sexy bra and panties. He kissed me as he unhooked my bra and slid it off my shoulders. I unbuttoned his shirt as he led me over to the bed. I laid back on the bed and he just stood there looking at me for awhile. Normally, that would have been made very uncomfortable, but it didn't at all that day. He reached down and pulled off my panties. He pulled off his own pants as he was climbing onto the bed with me.
This is as good a palce as any to tell you what W looked like. I already told you about his gorgeous blue eyes and his amazing smile. He had blond hair, and yes, it was quite thin on top, but he cut it short and it was attractively styled - no strange comb-over or anything like that. He looked his age (46) and I could tell when he came very close that he had some grey starting to come in. He was not tall - only about 5'8" - and he was stocky, a bit overweight, but very comfortable with his body. The only part of his appearance that surprised me was his unusally small dick.
While I hadn't cheated on my husband before, I had been with more than a few men before I was married, and I had never seen a dick as small as W's. It was about 3 inches long (if that long) when it was fully erect, and it was not very thick. I'll admit that it shocked me. I truly wasn't prepared for that. I think I would have been permanently distracted by that if he hadn't slid down between my legs and started licking my pussy like an expert.
I learned another important lesson that day (in one of my future posts, I'll summarize all of the lessons I've learned....it's a long list). I knew W was a musician - a saxophone player, to be specific. What I learned that day was that musicians (particularly brass and woodwind musicians) have a gift for pleasing women with their mouths. Ladies, you have not truly lived until you have had a professional musician tongue your clit like he tongues his instrument. My, my my!
That first orgasm was unbelievable. As I was still cuming, he climbed up and slid his cock between my legs. I didn't feel him enter me. In fact, I don't think he did. I think he just rubbed against me until he came.
As the day faded into evening, I came several times as he pleased me with his fingers and his tongue. He never got hard again, but I still sucked him to orgasm twice that night.
Something I learned about W that day was that he was diabetic (why had he kept this a secret?) and he suffered from ED as a result. He didn't want to tell me because he was afraid I wouldn't want to see him, which is not at all true. In fact, I wish I had been a little more prepared for he situation than I was. Before that day, I didn't know a man could have an orgasm without become erect, but it is possible. I also thought that intercourse was required for satisfying sex, but over the next four years I had the best sex I had ever had in my life up to that point, and he was never able to sustain an erection long enough for intercourse, in spite of all the pills and gadgets he/we tried. In fact, our experience together got better once he quit trying. We both became more creative, and I'm convinced the sex was much more satisfying because a "fuck and run" approach just wasn't possible.
So, he went home to his wife that night, and he came back to spend the next day with me. It was a blur - one orgasm leading right to the next and the next. I had no idea that sex could be so pleasurable.
He took me back to the airport the next evening. We had already made plans for our next meeting in San Diego in a few weeks. I kissed him goodbye in the car because he couldn't risk kissing me at the gate since he might run into someone he knew at the airport (this was well before 9/11 and you could still wait at the boarding gate with someone who was traveling).
When I got home, I jumped online and let him know I was home safely. Then I turned my attention to spending time with my husband and young son. My husband commented that I seemed much more relaxed than I usually did after a business trip.
If he only knew.
It was like a first date, only there were considerations that were unlike any first date I had ever had. First, we were meeting for sex, so there was no question about how the date would end, but I didn't know if I should bring condoms or if he would? And we hadn't talked about that (the first lesson in many I would learn about the logistics of extramarital sex). Second, what should I wear on the plane? Ok, I know most gals think about what they are going to wear on a date, but I was wrestling with questions like, "Bra and panties or nothing at all under my dress?" Sure, going without underwear sounds sexy and all, but a couple hours of anticipation on the plane would leave me...uh....damp, which might make my sheer dress wet, too, and that would be bad. I opted for sexy bra and panties and a very sheer, almost see-through black dress. I was still fairly young, thin, and cute at that time. I wore my long brown hair down, pulled back on the sides by two combs. The only jewelry I wore was my wedding ring.
On the plane, I was more nervous than I had been in years. I took out the grainy black and white faxed photo I had of him and stared at it. Would we recognize each other at the airport? Would he be attracted to me? Would I be attracted to him? What we do if there wasn't any physical attraction? Did I really want to go through with this? What kind of a wife and mother does this sort of thing? For a while, I regretted the decision to get on that plane. I thought about how I could tell him that I changed my mind - how I could convince him that it was me and not him (how lame did that sound? Sheesh....), but there was no time to really think about it. The plane was landing.
I joined the herd of travelers exiting the plan and I saw him as soon as I stepped into the terminal. I think he saw me at the same time. The very first thing I noticed about him were his eyes. He said they were blue, but he didn't tell me how piercingly blue they were. The second thing I noticed was his smile. I don't think I took a breath between that first moment I saw him and the 15 seconds it took to walk over to where he was standing in the terminal. He reached out and hugged me with one arm while taking my bag with the other. He said , "Hi" as he kissed me, and my whole body responded to him instantly. I wondered how I could possibly have been worried about physical attraction.
The next thing he said was, "Let's get out of here," and I was more than happy to follow him as he led me to the parking garage and where he had parked his car. I was glad we had talked so much on he phone because his voice was that same familiar voice I had been hearing a few times a week for the last several months. Everything else was new and scary, but his voice reminded me that I knew him, and I didn't need to be scared.
Once we were in the car in the dimly lit parking garage, he kissed me again. This time it was the deep, passionate kiss that I had been dreaming about. He wasn't hesitant or tentative at all. His hand moved slowly up my dress and between my legs. For a moment, I regretted the decision to wear panties, but there wasn't much time to regret; I was completely mesmerized by this man. I knew at that moment that I would be doing anything and everything he wanted. Heck, I'd fuck him right there in the car in the parking garage if he wanted to, but that's not what he had in mind.
For the longest time, he gently stroked my clit through my panties as we kissed. Every now and then, he'd stop and move his hand up to my breast, sliding it under my bra. He'd linger there awhile and then move back down to my pussy. His other arm was around me, with his hand behind my head, fingers entwined in my hair, pulling my hair firmly as he held my head firmly in place. There was no way I was breaking from that kiss even if I wanted to. I don't know how long we stayed there like that, but it was quite a while. I could hear cars coming and going from the two parking spaces on either side of us, but he didn't stop or even hesitate.
At some point, though, he did stop kissing me. I pulled a tissue from my purse and wiped the lipstick from his face. We both laughed about that. Then he started the car and we began on our drive to the hotel.
Neither of us had planned the hotel. I assumed he knew the best place to go and he figured that I would be arranging it, so we had to make a decision. We ended up driving around a while while he decided where I should stay. As we drove through the part of town where he lived, he actually asked me to slide down in the seat so no one would see us together. Yes, for real. While it felt very strange, I did what he asked. While I was bent over in the seat, I decided to start rubbing his thigh, then a little higher. I unfastened his pants and started licking and suckling just on the tip of his already hard cock. It didn't surprise me that he found a hotel very quickly after that.
I checked in the hotel and we went to the room. We stood looking at each other for a minute or so. I don't think either of us really thought this moment would ever come. He stepped over to me and put his arms around me, unzipping my dress and letting it fall to the ground. Now I was grateful for the sexy bra and panties. He kissed me as he unhooked my bra and slid it off my shoulders. I unbuttoned his shirt as he led me over to the bed. I laid back on the bed and he just stood there looking at me for awhile. Normally, that would have been made very uncomfortable, but it didn't at all that day. He reached down and pulled off my panties. He pulled off his own pants as he was climbing onto the bed with me.
This is as good a palce as any to tell you what W looked like. I already told you about his gorgeous blue eyes and his amazing smile. He had blond hair, and yes, it was quite thin on top, but he cut it short and it was attractively styled - no strange comb-over or anything like that. He looked his age (46) and I could tell when he came very close that he had some grey starting to come in. He was not tall - only about 5'8" - and he was stocky, a bit overweight, but very comfortable with his body. The only part of his appearance that surprised me was his unusally small dick.
While I hadn't cheated on my husband before, I had been with more than a few men before I was married, and I had never seen a dick as small as W's. It was about 3 inches long (if that long) when it was fully erect, and it was not very thick. I'll admit that it shocked me. I truly wasn't prepared for that. I think I would have been permanently distracted by that if he hadn't slid down between my legs and started licking my pussy like an expert.
I learned another important lesson that day (in one of my future posts, I'll summarize all of the lessons I've learned....it's a long list). I knew W was a musician - a saxophone player, to be specific. What I learned that day was that musicians (particularly brass and woodwind musicians) have a gift for pleasing women with their mouths. Ladies, you have not truly lived until you have had a professional musician tongue your clit like he tongues his instrument. My, my my!
That first orgasm was unbelievable. As I was still cuming, he climbed up and slid his cock between my legs. I didn't feel him enter me. In fact, I don't think he did. I think he just rubbed against me until he came.
As the day faded into evening, I came several times as he pleased me with his fingers and his tongue. He never got hard again, but I still sucked him to orgasm twice that night.
Something I learned about W that day was that he was diabetic (why had he kept this a secret?) and he suffered from ED as a result. He didn't want to tell me because he was afraid I wouldn't want to see him, which is not at all true. In fact, I wish I had been a little more prepared for he situation than I was. Before that day, I didn't know a man could have an orgasm without become erect, but it is possible. I also thought that intercourse was required for satisfying sex, but over the next four years I had the best sex I had ever had in my life up to that point, and he was never able to sustain an erection long enough for intercourse, in spite of all the pills and gadgets he/we tried. In fact, our experience together got better once he quit trying. We both became more creative, and I'm convinced the sex was much more satisfying because a "fuck and run" approach just wasn't possible.
So, he went home to his wife that night, and he came back to spend the next day with me. It was a blur - one orgasm leading right to the next and the next. I had no idea that sex could be so pleasurable.
He took me back to the airport the next evening. We had already made plans for our next meeting in San Diego in a few weeks. I kissed him goodbye in the car because he couldn't risk kissing me at the gate since he might run into someone he knew at the airport (this was well before 9/11 and you could still wait at the boarding gate with someone who was traveling).
When I got home, I jumped online and let him know I was home safely. Then I turned my attention to spending time with my husband and young son. My husband commented that I seemed much more relaxed than I usually did after a business trip.
If he only knew.
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