Daunt here. For those that have been following, you saw my note in Panty Games part 1 that Madison and I are no longer seeing one another. As promised I'll share with you what I can along with any thoughts I may have. But first for those that are new or haven't been following my Madison posts, let me recap, just to bring them up to speed.
At the end of 2010 I hit a pretty rough patch in my life. I was depressed and lonely, and still married. I needed something, but I didn't know what it was. Just trying to grasp at literally anything to break me out of my funk I got onto Ashley Madison which was fun. Ashley Madison was a distraction, a game. Good things came out of it honestly. It was there I met Kat and our friendship began and shortly after I met Madison in early 2011.
Madison and I became friends via email then shortly after met for dinner a couple of times. We enjoyed each other's company and there was a connection, but Madison was going on an out of country vacation that summer with husband. Also at this time I still had not yet chosen to divorce my wife. Madison went on her trip and I stopped hearing from her. I just assumed she reconnected with her husband.
Fall of 2011 I chose to divorce and shortly after, out of the blue, I received a text from Madison. We reconnected over dinner and a romance began to blossom.
My time with Madison was wonderful and we grew to love one another. But this is not to say that we were never confronted with guilt or regret. As I grew to know Madison, I also by extension learned a little about her husband. She loved him. I knew this. The man seemed clueless and neglectful, but he didn't seem like a bad guy. This bothered me because at times I felt like I was taking from, and possibly hurting, a man I had no grudge against. Also at times Madison would be twisted up about needing the intimacy we shared, but at the same time knowing she did love her husband.
If you would like to read about Madison and the fun we had go to the All DauntlessD page.
What happened? Why did it end? Well, Madison and I were a pretty big part of one another's lives and when that happens it becomes something you want to share. Madison told her best friend who she was sure would keep her confidence. Madison was wrong. Her now ex-friend just needed the right situation to gossip. Shortly after, the news of Madison's affair bubbled up to her husband.
So, listen up! Here is a rule for those of you either in or considering an affair. If you are worried about being caught, tell no one! I know first hand how hard this can be -- and trust me it is hard! As you grow to care about and know this other person, you just naturally want to share things you talked about, or that funny thing that happened with your other friends. It's tough. Believe me.
Now let's talk about the hurt and pain. Of course Madison's husband was angry initially, but that changed to feeling heart-wrenching hurt and betrayal. Madison didn't want to hurt her husband in this manner and she felt tremendous guilt about that. At the same time she loved me and didn't want to hurt me. To make matters worse she was isolated because she had no one to go to -- her best friend had betrayed her. The pressure cooker she was in was simply awful and the helplessness I felt made me feel just as bad.
Madison began making plans to move out of her home and leave her husband. Maybe it was the affair. Maybe it was the fact that he finally believed he was going to lose her, but at this point Madison's husband caught a clue. He finally in earnest began fighting to save his marriage and keep his wife. It took nearly a month for Madison to believe it was real, but it worked.
Here is where my heartbreak begins. The communication between myself and Madison had been severely diminished since her husband found out. Soon after entering a grocery store my phone rings. Standing in a health food aisle I listen as Madison tearfully explains she is going to give her husband another chance. Of course I say the right things and I tell her I understand; but as the day wears on a weight starts settling on me. It feels like an icy iron fist is gripping my heart and slowly squeezing.
Of course I knew this could happen -- I was seeing a married woman! What I hadn't counted on was the suddenness. This woman I had grown to love and have an intimate relationship with was just... gone. The plans we already had on the calendar weren't going to happen now.
Loneliness came in like a hammer. And as I reflected on this I realized I had set this up 8 months prior without realizing it. You see, I began seeing Madison before I had moved my would-be ex-wife out of the house. By seeing Madison I had inadvertently delayed the loneliness I would have felt at the end of my marriage.
I've done an enormous amount of reflecting, trying to weigh whether all of what has happened was collectively more good or more bad. In the end I think there is more positive than negative. The joy and intimacy Madison and I shared is something I'd hate to have missed.
Maybe it was a mistake. Maybe I was foolish to let myself get as emotionally invested as I did. I'm not sure.
"Tis better to have loved and lost, then never to have loved at all." ~ Lord Alfred Tennyson
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Wednesday, July 18, 2012
Panty Games Part 2
Daunt here. If you read part 1, you should recall I acquired a lovely pair of soaked post orgasm panties. The following week Madison and I had dinner plans again and I decided to put those panties to good use and tease her a bit.
Before our dinner date I wash the the delicate undergarment. Yes I read the tag, wash gentle, lay out to dry -- I wouldn’t want to ruin them now would I? Panties in hand I hop in my car and head out. As I drive the smile grows on my face, each mile giving me time to reflect on how much I enjoy Madison. The restaurant we are meeting at has fond memories attached to it, it’s where I met her for the very first time.
As I pull into the parking lot I see Madison’s car pulling up to the valet station, I choose to go to the regular parking lot. I park, pull the brake and grin. Folding the panties just so, I tuck them into the breast pocket of my black pinstripe button up shirt. The panties are black and they are peeking out, not too noticeable, but noticeable enough. I exit the car and head for the restaurant.
Upon entering the rear entrance and rounding the bar I see Madison seating herself on the other end. She’s wearing another sundress, cream colored and clinging to her. The dress hugs her curves and delights my eyes with just enough cleavage. What can I say, I love it. She sees me and smiles. I give her a hug and a kiss, then take a seat next to her.
Conversation flows and we laugh and share with one another. After a drink we decide just to stay at the bar and have our meal there. I ask the bartender to bring us a couple of menus, then it happens. I’m facing Madison with a foot on her stool and she turns toward me and begins to speak, “Daunt, do you...” In mid-sentence she freezes. My mischievous grin widens as I follow her gaze to my chest, my pocket. The seconds tick with each expression crossing her face. Curiosity, then comprehension, her jaw falls open in disbelief, finally her cheeks plume red flustered and embarrassed. With slow deliberation she reaches out her right hand and tucks her panties deeper into my pocket. I burst into laughter. Madison turns back toward the bar giggling and fanning her warm, glowing face. “I can’t believe you did that!” she says through a grin.
We finish our dinner with leisure and affection. We’re very comfortable with one another and neither of us want the evening to end. It’s dusk out and we walk out the back of the restaurant. The summer breeze is cool, but there are lawn chairs placed around gas powered fire pits. We find a couple of chairs away from others and sit down. I pull her feet into my lap, slip off her shoes and begin massaging Madison's feet. Looking up I find her looking at me intently. She’s beautiful. I quietly look back into her eyes and find them welling up with tears.
“Madison,” I begin clearly concerned, “what’s on your mind? Is everything ok?”
She looks away briefly. “Yes, I’m ok.” her voice thick with emotion. “It’s just... you’re so good to me...”
At this point Madison and I have been seeing each other for 6-7 months. We had spent weekends together, gone on outings together -- we were a couple, but not a couple at the same time; she’s married -- and not to me.
As we talk I find myself agast. She explains that she had convinced herself that having the simple affections, like me rubbing her feet, were too much to expect. I was floored to learn that this was something her husband had never done. It also drove home the level of neglect she had been living with; married, but still alone.
I reach out, cup her cheek and kiss her tenderly. She returns the kiss with urgency, passion. I want her, but again it’s not in the cards for this evening. I scan the area. It’s nearly night and we’re still alone. Gently I begin running my hand up the inside of her bare thigh. Her legs part slightly, welcoming.
My hand nears her sex feeling the heady heat of her arousal. Finding the edge of her panties I navigate around them. Madison arches slightly with a shudder as my fingers slide into her with ease. I look deeply into her eyes as I bring her to orgasm, kissing her at its height.
Arching my brow with a sly half smile I tell her, “I want this pair too.”
Madison laughs. “What is it with you? I’ll give them to you at the car.”
“No. I’ll have them now, thank-you” I reply.
Madison smiles widely shaking her head. She lifts her bottom from the lawn chair, wriggles off her panties and hands them over. “Just what are you going to do with this little collection you got going?” she asks.
With nonchalance I reply, “I’m going to put them in little glass trophy cases and put them on the mantle. They’ll need little brass label plates indicating the date and where they were acquired too.”
“You would, wouldn’t you!” Madison retorts with a giggle.
I take her hand and help her rise from her chair. Hand in hand we walk to the rear of the restaurant, through the large windows you can see the patrons eating their meals and drinking at the bar. Stopping near the windows I pull Madison into an embrace. I kiss her running my hand down the small of her back and over her bottom. “No panty lines,” I tease. Madison smiles back, eyes sparkling.
We walk through the rear entrance then exit out the front and say our good-byes. I begin walking to my car, reaching into my pocket. I chuckle to myself as my hand finds the new damp little prize that’s going home with me.
Before our dinner date I wash the the delicate undergarment. Yes I read the tag, wash gentle, lay out to dry -- I wouldn’t want to ruin them now would I? Panties in hand I hop in my car and head out. As I drive the smile grows on my face, each mile giving me time to reflect on how much I enjoy Madison. The restaurant we are meeting at has fond memories attached to it, it’s where I met her for the very first time.
As I pull into the parking lot I see Madison’s car pulling up to the valet station, I choose to go to the regular parking lot. I park, pull the brake and grin. Folding the panties just so, I tuck them into the breast pocket of my black pinstripe button up shirt. The panties are black and they are peeking out, not too noticeable, but noticeable enough. I exit the car and head for the restaurant.
Upon entering the rear entrance and rounding the bar I see Madison seating herself on the other end. She’s wearing another sundress, cream colored and clinging to her. The dress hugs her curves and delights my eyes with just enough cleavage. What can I say, I love it. She sees me and smiles. I give her a hug and a kiss, then take a seat next to her.
Conversation flows and we laugh and share with one another. After a drink we decide just to stay at the bar and have our meal there. I ask the bartender to bring us a couple of menus, then it happens. I’m facing Madison with a foot on her stool and she turns toward me and begins to speak, “Daunt, do you...” In mid-sentence she freezes. My mischievous grin widens as I follow her gaze to my chest, my pocket. The seconds tick with each expression crossing her face. Curiosity, then comprehension, her jaw falls open in disbelief, finally her cheeks plume red flustered and embarrassed. With slow deliberation she reaches out her right hand and tucks her panties deeper into my pocket. I burst into laughter. Madison turns back toward the bar giggling and fanning her warm, glowing face. “I can’t believe you did that!” she says through a grin.
We finish our dinner with leisure and affection. We’re very comfortable with one another and neither of us want the evening to end. It’s dusk out and we walk out the back of the restaurant. The summer breeze is cool, but there are lawn chairs placed around gas powered fire pits. We find a couple of chairs away from others and sit down. I pull her feet into my lap, slip off her shoes and begin massaging Madison's feet. Looking up I find her looking at me intently. She’s beautiful. I quietly look back into her eyes and find them welling up with tears.
“Madison,” I begin clearly concerned, “what’s on your mind? Is everything ok?”
She looks away briefly. “Yes, I’m ok.” her voice thick with emotion. “It’s just... you’re so good to me...”
At this point Madison and I have been seeing each other for 6-7 months. We had spent weekends together, gone on outings together -- we were a couple, but not a couple at the same time; she’s married -- and not to me.
As we talk I find myself agast. She explains that she had convinced herself that having the simple affections, like me rubbing her feet, were too much to expect. I was floored to learn that this was something her husband had never done. It also drove home the level of neglect she had been living with; married, but still alone.
I reach out, cup her cheek and kiss her tenderly. She returns the kiss with urgency, passion. I want her, but again it’s not in the cards for this evening. I scan the area. It’s nearly night and we’re still alone. Gently I begin running my hand up the inside of her bare thigh. Her legs part slightly, welcoming.
My hand nears her sex feeling the heady heat of her arousal. Finding the edge of her panties I navigate around them. Madison arches slightly with a shudder as my fingers slide into her with ease. I look deeply into her eyes as I bring her to orgasm, kissing her at its height.
Arching my brow with a sly half smile I tell her, “I want this pair too.”
Madison laughs. “What is it with you? I’ll give them to you at the car.”
“No. I’ll have them now, thank-you” I reply.
Madison smiles widely shaking her head. She lifts her bottom from the lawn chair, wriggles off her panties and hands them over. “Just what are you going to do with this little collection you got going?” she asks.
With nonchalance I reply, “I’m going to put them in little glass trophy cases and put them on the mantle. They’ll need little brass label plates indicating the date and where they were acquired too.”
“You would, wouldn’t you!” Madison retorts with a giggle.
I take her hand and help her rise from her chair. Hand in hand we walk to the rear of the restaurant, through the large windows you can see the patrons eating their meals and drinking at the bar. Stopping near the windows I pull Madison into an embrace. I kiss her running my hand down the small of her back and over her bottom. “No panty lines,” I tease. Madison smiles back, eyes sparkling.
We walk through the rear entrance then exit out the front and say our good-byes. I begin walking to my car, reaching into my pocket. I chuckle to myself as my hand finds the new damp little prize that’s going home with me.
Sunday, July 15, 2012
Panty Games Part 1
I know it has been a while, but yes, it's Daunt. The post you're about to read was written over a month ago and with it I have some bittersweet news to share. Madison and I are no longer seeing each other. Her husband discovered the affair and began to put forth truly amazing effort to save his marriage and keep his wife. Madison was cynical at first, but then began to soften; she decided to give him a chance. As for me... well... I'm happy for her, but I will miss her very much.
I have a lot of thoughts surrounding this I want to share, which I will likely do at the end of part 2. It is important for everyone to know that none of us came out of this unscathed; not me, not Madison nor her husband. There was hurt and pain to go around. For now though, let me share a memory that is a lusty joy. Here is the post:
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Not long ago Madison and I met for dinner. We both arrived at the quaint little mom-and-pop Italian restaurant I had chosen at nearly the same time. She exits her car and strolls toward me wearing a lovely light sundress; my eyes take her in from head to toe. After sharing a hello kiss we walk inside.
Upon being seated at a table I ask to have the bottle of wine I had brought to be opened; It was a bottle Madison and I had bought on one of our outings. As we chat and catch up I find myself watching her every movement, the way her hand cups the glass, the way her lips delicately conform to the rim as she sips her wine, the sparkle of her blue eyes and the shine of her smile. As dinner goes on a growing arousal builds, it’s mirrored in her eyes and crackles in the air between us; palpable.
Dinner was wonderful and dessert is brought, a frothy whipped cream concoction with fresh berries. I watch enraptured as Madison’s tongue sensually licks the spoon. Does she know the effect she’s having on me? My body is a coiled spring without release. I sigh knowing that there will be no time for lovemaking this evening. I call for the check. What am I going to do?
Hand in hand we walk out to her car. We share an intimate kiss near Madison’s car. As she pulls back from the kiss she asks, “Would you like to sit with me for a few minutes?” I nod my head and smile, then hop into the passenger seat.
Soon my fingers are curled into hair pulling her into a hungry kiss and my right hand feels the bare skin of her knee. Slowly my hand makes its way up her thigh, the soft skin gliding under my palm. Soon my hand feels the sultry heat of her sex. Gently I pull her panties aside, the only noise in the car is our urgent breathing. I slip a finger inside her and rest my thumb against her clit triggering a shudder and a moan.
I pull my head back and look into Madison’s eyes. “You will not come without asking my permission”, I state flatly.
“This again huh?”, with mock exaggeration she rolls her eyes. Then her face spreads into a mischievous knowing smile. “You know I’ll do whatever you ask”, she says sweetly.
I begin to rub her clit with my thumb, the finger inside curling up to stimulate her on the inside. Madison’s face relaxes, lips parted, awash in sensation. Her breathing becomes clipped and her body begins rocking to the tempo set by my hand.
“Daunt”, she says breathily, eyes half-lidded, “can I come now?”
“No”, I reply. Slowly I begin increasing the level of sensation. Easily I slip another finger inside her, my hand wet with her arousal.
“Daunt, please. I want to come.”
“I know you can wait longer for me. No”, I state calmly.
“Daunt, please let me come!”
“No. You’ll wait”, I command.
“I don’t know if I can!” Madison’s left hand darts out clutching the car’s door handle, knuckles turning white. I can feel her legs beginning to tremble. Her right hand tightly grips my bicep.
Madison’s eyes look into mine intently pleading. I look back at her while her body shudders under my ministrations. I wait watching until I fear she truly can’t hold back anymore. Quietly while looking her in the eyes I say, “Come for me Madison.”
As soon as the words have left my lips her body succums. A moan escapes her lips and she shakes, her pussy throbbing and squirting over my hand. The seat is soaked with the ecstasy of her climax. As she works to regain her composure I kiss her gently.
“Wow”, she giggles. “The seat is soaked. I think there is a towel in the back.”
As I hear her speak a thought occurs to me. I can’t be inside her this evening, but I can take some of her with me. “Madison, I want your panties.”
“Oh, you do huh?” she chuckles through a smile.
“Yes, I do.”
“Well okay!” she replies. She gets out the car and with a delightful wiggle slips her panties off, jumps back in the car and hands them to me. They are very wet. I could wring them out if I wanted, but I dismiss that thought quickly -- that’d be foolish.
I give Madison a goodnight kiss thanking her for her gift and get in my car. Yes. Part of her is with me all the way home.
Saturday, April 21, 2012
Heartache and Renewal
Daunt here. I know it’s been a while since you’ve heard from me, so I thought I’d catch you up on me and Madison.
Not long ago Madison and I went on a lovely trip to Paso Robles wine country. We spent five nights together -- this is no small thing considering that she is married. Prior to the trip she was feeling pretty confident in the direction her life was going; she had decided to make plans to leave her husband. No, not for me, I wouldn’t accept that. Madison has become frustrated with me on many occasions when I have come to her husband’s defense; strange, right? However by the end of the trip Madison had become very pensive and I’m feeling like something has gone awry.
The ride back to Sacramento was quiet. Although we had made love that morning, and both enjoyed it, Madison wasn’t with me so to speak. Her body was there, but her much of her mind was elsewhere. Something palpable had manifested between us, but neither one of us were acknowledging its presence. As she got in her car to go home she kissed me and smiled, but her eyes betray deep concern.
I watch her car drive away and I begin to ponder our time together. We had had a fantastic time. We both thoroughly enjoyed our outings wine tasting, our meals at various restaurants were wonderful and rich with fun, sometimes deep, conversation; and our lovemaking was hot and fulfilling. We found ourselves reaching a surprising level of comfort with one another. Then my thoughts are interrupted by a phone call. It’s Madison.
She starts off by saying, “I’m having all these strange feelings, I don’t know what’s going on. Maybe I’m feeling guilty.” We chat a while and come to the uneasy conclusion that maybe it was simply the amount of time spent together and the level of comfort we feel with one another, but the conversation ends feeling unsettled.
At roughly 4PM, while she is on her lunch break from work, we chat again on the phone. Madison’s guilt and conflicted feelings persist, if anything they’ve become worse. I listen, try and help her sort her feelings, but at the same time I am careful to avoid influencing her. She’s sounding like she wants to reconcile with her husband, but at the same time wants me in her life. As the conversation goes on I get a sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach. The level of duress Madison is feeling is worrisome.
After our afternoon phone conversation I find myself wrestling with what I want and what I feel Madison needs. I am concerned. I fear I am clouding her ability to figure out what she needs for herself. In the end I reach a decision. I have to stop seeing her. If she truly wants to work things out with her husband she needs to be released to do so, and if that’s not the case she needs the space to get her head clear.
Sometime after 8PM I tell Madison the decision I had come to. The tears begin to flow. As I try to explain a war takes place within me; part of me is wanting to take it all back. She says she understands, but it’s clear she is hurting. Madison had told me that she would be attending an event with her husband and his family over the weekend. I suggest that she really try over the weekend to open her heart to her husband, to really try and decide if he can fulfill what she is lacking in her life. I tell her that we shouldn’t communicate until Monday so she can have the space to do this. She agrees and we say our goodbyes.
Something that I think is often overlooked in regard to affairs, is that they are almost never a person's first choice. The majority of people that enter into an affair do so because something in their marriage relationship is already very broken. Often, as was the case was with my marriage, one party in the marriage will believe that everything is fine. And frequently the party that feels the marriage is okay will dissuade the other from seeking help like counseling.
Listen up folks. If your spouse is asking for counseling, there is a problem. If this problem could have been handled without outside help, it would have been. Just go. I also suggest seeing an individual counselor. An objective party trained to listen and help you organize your thoughts can be an enormous help.
Madison and I couldn’t even make it through a weekend without a couple of text messages, but we were mostly good. Come Monday we talk on the phone. She said she really made an effort to open herself to her husband and that the weekend mostly went well. They had gotten into a couple of deep discussions that caused her to feel disheartened, but they were going to another couples counseling session that evening.
Tuesday I touch base with Madison again. I learn the couples counseling didn’t go so well. She’s seeing more clearly the issues she has come to believe can never be overcome.
Friday rolls around. Madison sees her individual counselor. Much of what she is feeling is validated and for the first time she shares with her counselor about her friendship and time spent with me. Shockingly, in light of what was shared with the counselor, the counselor doesn’t see me as a negative force in Madison’s life.
In the end my decision to stop seeing Madison lasted less than a week.
Make up sex... don’t you love it?
During the following week Madison and I set a time in the evening to see each other. Next to the bed I kiss her deeply then light a candle. Slowly we undress one another. I sit her on the edge of the bed then with a lingering kiss lay her back. No toys, no tethered cuffs, in my heart I wanted our time to be about re-connecting and so did she.
I stand back up next to the bed and gaze down at Madison. Her legs dangle off the edge of the bed at the knee and my hands are resting on her thighs. She raises herself up on her elbows and looks at my face, from her expression I can tell she’s wondering what I’m thinking. I smile and say, “Madison, tonight I’m going to treat you. Roll over onto your stomach.” A questioning look flutters across her face, but then she does as was bid. She rolls over and stretches out. For a moment I allow myself the simple pleasure of looking at her, the profile of her face, eyes closed; the smooth slope of her back narrowing to her waist, the bell flare to her hips and bottom.
Taking her right foot in my hands I begin massaging and kneading it. Madison’s lips part then shortly after I hear a quiet contented moan. I continue for some time watching the flickering shadows of candlelight on her skin. Then I switch to the left foot.
I’m going to share something I’ve truly come to adore about Madison, her skin -- and I don’t mean a particular patch of skin, I mean all of it. The more aroused Madison becomes, the more sensitive her skin becomes. I love this. Her whole body becomes an adventure in discovery.
As her arousal builds I’ll start lightly tracing my fingertips over her. She will shudder and writhe, sometimes suddenly her hand will dart out and snatch mine because the sensation is simply too much. Then I’ll find a spot and gently continue swirling my fingertips over it. The game is on... I get to find out if I can get her to orgasm. If I win my reward is her sheepish embarrassed laugh. So far I’ve won our little game with her ear and neck, but those aren’t too uncommon. A more fun one was near one of the dimples at the small of her back.
So after finishing the foot massage I begin running my hands lightly over Madison’s back searching, giving her time to enjoy and take in the sensation. As I begin to identify a few hot spots I get an idea. I lean down and kiss her back.
“Let’s have you roll back over”, she can hear the mischievous tone in my voice. Her eyes open and she smiles rolling to her back. Still standing next to the bed I grab her thighs and pull her toward me so I’m between her knees, her hips right at the edge of the mattress. I give her a deep kiss, then kiss and lick her neck. Then I begin tracing my fingers over her skin again, between her breasts, down her sides, over her thighs, slow circles teasing their way toward her nipples. I grin as she shudders and her breathing deepens.
I reach down and slowly ease myself inside her. She gasps and tilts her hips to take me deeper. Then I give her a sly half smile and grab her right foot. Madison watches as I bring her foot to my mouth and touch my tongue to her second largest toe. She grins back with a look indicating that she thinks I’m just teasing, then she looks a little startled as I take her toe into my mouth. She gently tries to pull her foot back. I run my tongue under the back side of her toes, her eyes widen briefly then become half-lidded. I hear her quiet moan as I take her toe back in my mouth caressing it with my tongue. She shudders and by being inside her I can feel her climax. Her eyes pop open and she giggles.
Yes, I won our little game again.
Saturday, February 11, 2012
Dimly Lit and Naughty
Daunt here. It’s funny how inspiration works for me. Sometimes it will blindside me at a moment I least expect, like when I wrote The Art that is Woman. Other times it comes on slow, like watching a pot of water come to a boil. One bubble then two. Five. Twelve. Then eventually the entire pot is roiling and steaming.
This afternoon Madison sent me a sweet, sexy text, "I'd love to be out with you some night in a very dimly lit place sitting close and be a bit naughty."
Of course this made me smile and for a moment my eyes go out of focus and I stare at nothing. In my mind an image gets painted, a visual of being in a romantic restaurant, dim lights, a flickering candle on the table. In our quiet little corner Madison is holding my arm, her cheek is against my shoulder. She tilts her head and her bright blue eyes look into mine. As each thought brings the picture more into focus my smile widens.
I reply to to her text, "Mmmmm, we’ll have to do that." I return my thoughts to work, but I’m unable to concentrate. The picture in my mind repeatedly reasserts itself. The slow boil had begun.
Okay, I tell myself, if this visual won’t let me work, let’s see where it wants to take me. I lean back in my chair, close my eyes, and set my imagination loose. A naughty thought pops in my head, my smile becomes mischievous and tight.
Where were we... Yes, Madison is holding my arm, her cheek is against my shoulder and she’s looking into my eyes. The story begins to take shape.
Smiling warmly I lean in and kiss her gently. I slide my hand down her leg, pulling her skirt up slightly so I can rest my right hand on her bare thigh near the knee.
My left hand plucks a glass of wine off the table, as I sip my eyes take in our surroundings; the restaurant is quiet, sultry. Scattered about couples are sharing meals and hushed conversation, their dark profiles hovering above rich long tablecloths. The warm glow of candles cast fluttering shadows across their faces.
I look back toward Madison and give her a sly wink. I set the glass of wine down and gently begin tracing light circles on her inner thigh with my finger. Slowly, taking my time, the light trace of my finger loops higher and higher. Madison shifts, I look at her face. Her eyes lock on to mine and I notice her lips are parted slightly. Her legs open a little more. She’s wanting me to touch her, I smile and keep teasing. She gives me a little whimper and a mock pout.
As Madison’s breathing becomes heavier, I decide I have made her wait long enough. My hand slides toward her pussy then stops, I raise my eyebrows in question. A wicked smile spreads across her face. “What? You thought you were going to get to be naughty first?” she laughs. She wasn’t wearing any panties.
My fingers glide across the lips of her sex, she’s dripping wet. I slide one finger into her easily then a second; she takes an urgent breath and arches her back a little. I press the palm of my hand down on her clit. “Well, you may have won the first round, but this game is mine.” I say to her, “Open the side pocket of your purse.”
Madison reaches over and lifts the flap on the side of her purse. Her eyes go wide. “What is that doing here?!”
I watch her face as I remove my fingers from inside her. She shudders and bites her lip, longing in her eyes. Pulling my hand out from under the table I hold it out palm up. “Give it here.” I say.
Madison looks around the restaurant and sheepishly slides the glass toy from her purse quickly placing it in my hand. The toy is cool to the touch. Smooth. I hold her gaze knowingly and with calm deliberation ease the toy under the edge of the table. I slip my hand under her skirt and lay the cool glass against her heated inner thigh. Her eyes glaze and a quiet breathy moan escapes her lips. Steadily the toy makes its way toward her sex. I can feel the muscles of her legs quivering in anticipation.
I slide the glass over her clit. Madison takes a fast ragged breath and grips my arm, nails digging into my bicep. Her other hand grips the edge of the seat, knuckles white. Eyes half-lidded she holds my gaze. I gently part her lips and slip the toy inside her. Her eyes fall closed and she shudders inhaling deeply.
My eyes blaze. “Look at me.” I say quietly. Upon hearing the hard edge to my tone her eyes snap open finding mine. “Who’s pussy am I playing with?”
Madison licks her lips, visibly struggling to regain composure. She takes a slow breath and replies, “It’s your pussy Master.”
I begin to play with the toy, teasing her. “And who decides when my pussy comes?” I feel her legs begin to shake.
“Oh! Ahhh... You do, Master.” she whimpers.
I wrap my fingers around the protruding glass allowing my my knuckles to rub her clit. Madison looks at me, eyes pleading. “Your pussy wants to come Master,” she gasps. I can feel her trembling.
“No... not yet. Close your eyes.” I say. Her eyes fall closed as she takes a deep breath through her nose. I scan the restaurant and find a couple across the way watching us raptly. I address Madison, “Is my pussy ready to come?” Eyes closed, face still pleading she shakes her head yes.
I swallow and take a breath. I want to sooth her. “Good, I’m I’m going to let her come shortly.” Her breathing becomes heavy, urgent. “There is a couple across from us near the door, do you know which couple I am talking about?” Her head nods affirmatively. I watch her face as I give Madison her next directive. “Open your eyes and look at them.” Her eyes slowly open and her cheeks flush when she finds them looking back at us.
I draw her back. “Look at me.” Her head turns toward me, eyes glazed searching mine. “It’s time for my pussy to come.” I say as I begin rocking the toy against her g-spot, my knuckles rubbing her clit in earnest.
“MmmmmMMMMmm!” Madison squeaks as she bucks against my hand, shuddering, gasping.
“Our couple by the door, are they still with us?” I ask. Madison raises her eyes and looks. The couple smiles broadly at her, Madison’s cheeks bloom red causing me to chuckle. “Oh yes, I can tell they’re still watching by the look on your face!” She grins, the embarrassment causes her to want to hide her face from me. Holding her chin, I lift her face to mine and give her a kiss.
The reverie finally breaks and my eyes open. I'm still at work.
"I'd love to be out with you some night in a very dimly lit place sitting close and be a bit naughty."
Yes Madison, we're definitely going to have to do this in the very near future.
Friday, January 27, 2012
Light Bondage Anyone?
Lying in the center of the bed Madison’s eyes look up at me expectantly. I reach down and grab her wrist. As I do so, I recall the conversation we had recently.
“You didn’t tell me about that Toy Review you did Daunt!”
“Well, I’m sorry, it was the last blog post I had published right after you had contacted me again. I just assumed you had read it”, I reply.
Madison laughs. “Well after I read your review I clicked on the link to EdenFantasys and I found something... and I ordered it!”, she teased.
A grin spreads across my face. “Oh really?”
“YES! They were pink, my favorite color, and I just had to have them! Pink cuffs with tethers!”
Wow! My heart skips a beat. Playing with a little bondage was something that had always sounded exciting to me, but I had never really done it; and from our discussions neither had Madison. Could I go through with this? Would it meet her expectations? I decide to play it cool and answer, “Oooh THAT could be fun...”
I look down at Madison, her piercing blue eyes are wide as they search my face; a lopsided smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. I smile back at her as I wrap the pink cuff around her wrist and fasten the Velcro strap. Grabbing the tether attached to the cuff, I pull her arm up and tie it to the headboard.
Madison gives an experimental tug. A nervous laugh escapes her involuntarily. “Wow... this thing really has my arm good...”
I walk around to the other side of the bed. Madison’s eyes follow, then her head turns. The half grin pulls tighter on her face as I loop the second cuff around her wrist and tie its tether to the headboard.
Madison’s breasts rise and she takes a breath then she pulls on both wrists. The Velcro crackles as it tightens and a thrum can be heard as the tethers attached to the cuffs go taut. “Suddenly I’m not sure about this...” More giddy laughter. “What are you going to do?”
I allow my eyes to roam her naked body, thighs, belly, breasts, face. Half lidded, my eyes lock on to hers. “Oh, I have plans for you.”
I reach out to the nightstand, gather the blindfold and show it to her. Her breathing quickens as I cover her eyes stretching the elastic band behind her head. With an unsure giggle she asks, “Really? I’m not going to be able to see either?”, but I don’t reply. I step away from Madison and admire her. I watch the rise and fall of her breasts with her breathing. She turns her head a little as if straining to listen.
Deciding to build a little more anticipation I speak. “Madison, I need to get something. I’ll be right back.” I step to the door and open it allowing the outside noise to flood the room. After a moment I close the door allowing her to believe I’ve left the room. I would never really leave her tied to a bed alone, but I thought the illusion may be exciting for her. She moves her head and pulls on the cuffs again. Her legs shift nervously. After a couple more minutes I mimic returning. Again the door opens filling the room with noise, then closes.
“What did you go get?”, Madison asks.
I don’t answer allowing her mind to wander. Is it Daunt? Oh, god, is it someone else? No, he wouldn’t do that to me, but what is he doing? How do I know it’s him? What if someone else came in and he doesn’t know?
Zzzzzziiiippp.The sound of a zip-lock bag opening breaks the silence. Madison’s head quickly turns toward me as I draw forth the mink fur glove. Her head cocks as she hears the crinkle of plastic as I put the bag away. Slipping the glove onto my hand I step toward her placing my bare hand on her thigh. Her body goes rigid, hands snapping forward only to be caught by the cuffs. She takes a quick ragged breath. I lay my mink gloved hand lightly on her chest above her breast, then slowly slide it down her body. “Mmmmmmm, what IS that?”, she purrs. I glide the glove over her body, circling her breasts, lightly brushing it between her thighs, teasing her occasionally by pulling it away. Appearing of its own volition Madison’s body strains toward the the glove desiring its touch.
Soon it is clear that Madison has completely relaxed having given over herself to the erotic sensations of mink gracing her skin. I put the glove away and slide my bare hand up her thigh. She tenses slightly as my fingers slip into her wetness. I curl my fingers upward and begin to massage her G-spot. I feel her shudder as I place a vibrator against her clit. Soon her hips begin to rhythmically rock. From inside her pussy I can feel the tension building within her. She begins to gasp as if straining for breath. She convulses, knuckles white as her arms strain against the cuffs. Moaning loudly in an almost shriek, her orgasm takes her.
Once her shudders have subsided I lift the blindfold from her eyes. “Are you still with me?”, I ask.
“Oh god yes!”, she replies.
Monday, November 21, 2011
Deer Antler Velvet
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
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
Friday, November 18, 2011
Compliant Surrender
It had been a lazy day of companionship, peppered with the comfortable small talk, laughter and touches that lovers share. Settling on the couch the couple prepares for yet another leisurely encounter: watching a movie together.
Picking up the remote he presses Play. Music and the opening credits begin to roll filling the room with sound. Enjoying his closeness and warmth she raises her eyes to his and leans in for a kiss. He accepts the kiss, then takes another, and another; mouths part hungrily. He kisses her neck and smiles as he hears her almost inaudible purr. The flashing screen and noise are forgotten.
Sliding his hand down over her shirt it slips under the waistband of her pants. Her legs lazily fall open accepting his touch. Wet and aroused his finger glides into her easily followed by a another. She arches her back with a quiet moan.
“Does my pussy want to cum?”, he asks beginning a slow circle of her clit with his thumb.
A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. She likes it when he claims her. “Mmmm, yesss”, she answers.
His hand goes still and slowly begins to withdraw. “Yes? Yes, what?”
Her eyes pierce his. Her face is flushed sensual hunger. “Mmmm, YES, your pussy wants to cum.” She tilts her hips and pushes herself down onto his hand.
Satisfied with her answer he curls his fingers finding her g-spot and slowly escalates the massage of her clit.
“Oooohhh... ohhh god... mmmmm”, she moans huskily.
He watches as her head falls back, eyes sleepily falling closed. He knows her climax is near. His other hand slides over the nape of her neck, onto the back of her head. Gripping her hair he turns her face to his. “Look at me.” he commands.
She trembles in his arms brought back from the edge to comply. Her glazed eyes slowly open and find his. Half-lidded, gazing into his eyes her orgasm takes her. Her body shudders with pleasure, but she never breaks eye contact; pussy clenching, squirting into his hand.
He smiles gently kissing her. Removing his hand he places his fingers in her mouth. Hungrily she sucks them clean.
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This is a true story and is not a Friday Fantasy. Initially as I started writing I had Daunt (me) for the He in this story and Madison as the She, but as I went along the idea came to me to allow you the reader to plug yourself into this hot little tale. I hope you enjoyed it.
-DauntlessD
Picking up the remote he presses Play. Music and the opening credits begin to roll filling the room with sound. Enjoying his closeness and warmth she raises her eyes to his and leans in for a kiss. He accepts the kiss, then takes another, and another; mouths part hungrily. He kisses her neck and smiles as he hears her almost inaudible purr. The flashing screen and noise are forgotten.
Sliding his hand down over her shirt it slips under the waistband of her pants. Her legs lazily fall open accepting his touch. Wet and aroused his finger glides into her easily followed by a another. She arches her back with a quiet moan.
“Does my pussy want to cum?”, he asks beginning a slow circle of her clit with his thumb.
A smile tugs at the corner of her mouth. She likes it when he claims her. “Mmmm, yesss”, she answers.
His hand goes still and slowly begins to withdraw. “Yes? Yes, what?”
Her eyes pierce his. Her face is flushed sensual hunger. “Mmmm, YES, your pussy wants to cum.” She tilts her hips and pushes herself down onto his hand.
Satisfied with her answer he curls his fingers finding her g-spot and slowly escalates the massage of her clit.
“Oooohhh... ohhh god... mmmmm”, she moans huskily.
He watches as her head falls back, eyes sleepily falling closed. He knows her climax is near. His other hand slides over the nape of her neck, onto the back of her head. Gripping her hair he turns her face to his. “Look at me.” he commands.
She trembles in his arms brought back from the edge to comply. Her glazed eyes slowly open and find his. Half-lidded, gazing into his eyes her orgasm takes her. Her body shudders with pleasure, but she never breaks eye contact; pussy clenching, squirting into his hand.
He smiles gently kissing her. Removing his hand he places his fingers in her mouth. Hungrily she sucks them clean.
_______________
This is a true story and is not a Friday Fantasy. Initially as I started writing I had Daunt (me) for the He in this story and Madison as the She, but as I went along the idea came to me to allow you the reader to plug yourself into this hot little tale. I hope you enjoyed it.
-DauntlessD
Monday, October 31, 2011
Madison's Return Continued
For those that are new, you may want to read the first half of Madison’s Return before continuing. Enjoy.
--DauntlessD
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After receiving her unexpected text message Madison and I caught up a little on the phone and arranged a time to meet. I hadn't seen her in person for quite some time and was very much looking forward to it. The week leading up to our date had progressed slowly with work and the general turmoil of my life. Finally, as if the time would never come, I’m packing up and heading to the restaurant.
Striding through the back entrance I find that Madison had just arrived too. She's rounding the bar eyes scanning looking for me. Our eyes meet with recognition and our faces glow with joy.
She's attractive as I remember, hips swaying as she strolls toward me on her high-heel shoes. I drink in the lovely summery dress and make a point not to let my eyes linger too long on her beckoning cleavage; I don’t want to miss out on those beautiful sky blue eyes.
After a quick hug and a cheeky hello kiss we sit at the bar. I had nearly forgotten how much I simply enjoy being with Madison. I am still surprised at how easy she is to talk to. The mildly awkward silences that seem to occur when building new relationships were filled with light touches, lingering stares and sweet kisses; I enjoyed every moment of it.
The evening comes to a close and finally I have Madison in my arms next to her car. Comfortable. Safe. I’m struck with the easy feeling that she simply belongs in my embrace. Friendly caresses and light good-bye kisses are soon overwhelmed by a longing that surprises us both.
Madison breaths me into deep long lingering kiss. My hands roam over her body to cup her face. Together our hearts quicken to match the burgeoning arousal; the gate was open and didn't want to close. I’m kissing her neck, tasting her skin. She throws a leg around me and writhes as my hand glides up her thigh. She twists around in my arms grabbing my hands, guiding them to her breasts. I pull her tightly to me and she moans wriggling her ass against my now swollen cock.
I turn and press Madison to her car, we’re both trying to convince each other to slow down. Her leg is still wrapped around me and the sexual energy is thick in the air. With effort and more soft lingering kisses the once runaway train is slowly brought to a stop. Panting, battling our inner desires, we slowly untangle our embrace.
Yes, it was good to have her back.
--DauntlessD
___________
After receiving her unexpected text message Madison and I caught up a little on the phone and arranged a time to meet. I hadn't seen her in person for quite some time and was very much looking forward to it. The week leading up to our date had progressed slowly with work and the general turmoil of my life. Finally, as if the time would never come, I’m packing up and heading to the restaurant.
Striding through the back entrance I find that Madison had just arrived too. She's rounding the bar eyes scanning looking for me. Our eyes meet with recognition and our faces glow with joy.
She's attractive as I remember, hips swaying as she strolls toward me on her high-heel shoes. I drink in the lovely summery dress and make a point not to let my eyes linger too long on her beckoning cleavage; I don’t want to miss out on those beautiful sky blue eyes.
After a quick hug and a cheeky hello kiss we sit at the bar. I had nearly forgotten how much I simply enjoy being with Madison. I am still surprised at how easy she is to talk to. The mildly awkward silences that seem to occur when building new relationships were filled with light touches, lingering stares and sweet kisses; I enjoyed every moment of it.
The evening comes to a close and finally I have Madison in my arms next to her car. Comfortable. Safe. I’m struck with the easy feeling that she simply belongs in my embrace. Friendly caresses and light good-bye kisses are soon overwhelmed by a longing that surprises us both.
Madison breaths me into deep long lingering kiss. My hands roam over her body to cup her face. Together our hearts quicken to match the burgeoning arousal; the gate was open and didn't want to close. I’m kissing her neck, tasting her skin. She throws a leg around me and writhes as my hand glides up her thigh. She twists around in my arms grabbing my hands, guiding them to her breasts. I pull her tightly to me and she moans wriggling her ass against my now swollen cock.
I turn and press Madison to her car, we’re both trying to convince each other to slow down. Her leg is still wrapped around me and the sexual energy is thick in the air. With effort and more soft lingering kisses the once runaway train is slowly brought to a stop. Panting, battling our inner desires, we slowly untangle our embrace.
Yes, it was good to have her back.
Friday, October 28, 2011
Madison's Return
Daunt? What the heck to you mean, Madison is returning? The last I heard she was already here?
Ahh yes, that’s right you all don’t know! You see, the story you read in my last post happened nearly 8 months ago. Madison and I had a lovely first meeting and we continued to talk... then... life seemed to get in the way. Our contact with each other diminished, scheduling attempts at meetings waned, and things just seemed to die. For nearly five months I had had no word from Madison and then... Oops! Never mind I don’t want to ruin the story for you so read on!
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Chatting with Wil, I pull open the door and walk into the Mongolian barbecue restaurant we go to for lunch on occasion. We step in line to wait our turn, Wil is describing a new programming library he has been playing with. I idly pull my mobile phone from my pocket pushing the button to light the screen.
Are you around? I know it's been a long time. How are you?
Madison. Seeing the text actually causes me to sway in surprise. Wil's chatter and the cacophony of the restaurant lunch crowd go silent, I am suddenly very alone with my thoughts. Quietly I stare at the text message with only the steady drum of my heart.
It had been a long time since I had spoken with Madison. She had gone on vacation with her husband and then drifted away. I had assumed that she was trying to refocus effort on her marriage and that her husband was likely making an effort too. If that was the case I didn't want to insert himself and be a disruption. When I stopped hearing from her I silently wished her the best and hoped she was well.
Now, she was back. Some overwhelming force within me had caused me to start searching for... something -- I didn’t know what I was looking for, but while looking I met Madison. That pressure, whatever it was, had largely subsided. The changes I had been making in my life had begun to take root. Generally I was beginning to feel more content and this allowed me more clarity to reflect on what had drove me out in the first place. I discovered the answer was friendships. Friends that would accept and enjoy my whole personality with no pretending. Would Madison accept this?
Closing my eyes I sigh heavily. There was something different about Madison. The memory of her mischievous smile and her sparkling blue eyes looking back at me over a wine glass was alluring. Today it feels like ages ago, but the hungry kiss we shared remains fresh in my mind. Yes, I would accept her friendship, but inside I knew she could be more -- I wanted her to be more.
My work week had been unusually busy, it felt unfair to reply to Madison's message -- at that moment I simply didn't have the time to give. Guiltily I turn off the display on my phone and return it to my pocket. I turn and find Wil looking at me expectantly. Chagrined I realize he had asked me a question. I answer Wil’s question, then try to go about my day; but my concentration is divided. My mind always seems to drift back to Madison and her text message.
Finally once the work week had slowed down I sent a reply to her text message. Given the delay of my response she had thought that maybe I was angry with her. Not true. We arrange to meet at the restaurant where we had met the very first time.
And then...
Ahh yes, that’s right you all don’t know! You see, the story you read in my last post happened nearly 8 months ago. Madison and I had a lovely first meeting and we continued to talk... then... life seemed to get in the way. Our contact with each other diminished, scheduling attempts at meetings waned, and things just seemed to die. For nearly five months I had had no word from Madison and then... Oops! Never mind I don’t want to ruin the story for you so read on!
__________
Chatting with Wil, I pull open the door and walk into the Mongolian barbecue restaurant we go to for lunch on occasion. We step in line to wait our turn, Wil is describing a new programming library he has been playing with. I idly pull my mobile phone from my pocket pushing the button to light the screen.
Madison. Seeing the text actually causes me to sway in surprise. Wil's chatter and the cacophony of the restaurant lunch crowd go silent, I am suddenly very alone with my thoughts. Quietly I stare at the text message with only the steady drum of my heart.
It had been a long time since I had spoken with Madison. She had gone on vacation with her husband and then drifted away. I had assumed that she was trying to refocus effort on her marriage and that her husband was likely making an effort too. If that was the case I didn't want to insert himself and be a disruption. When I stopped hearing from her I silently wished her the best and hoped she was well.
Now, she was back. Some overwhelming force within me had caused me to start searching for... something -- I didn’t know what I was looking for, but while looking I met Madison. That pressure, whatever it was, had largely subsided. The changes I had been making in my life had begun to take root. Generally I was beginning to feel more content and this allowed me more clarity to reflect on what had drove me out in the first place. I discovered the answer was friendships. Friends that would accept and enjoy my whole personality with no pretending. Would Madison accept this?
Closing my eyes I sigh heavily. There was something different about Madison. The memory of her mischievous smile and her sparkling blue eyes looking back at me over a wine glass was alluring. Today it feels like ages ago, but the hungry kiss we shared remains fresh in my mind. Yes, I would accept her friendship, but inside I knew she could be more -- I wanted her to be more.
My work week had been unusually busy, it felt unfair to reply to Madison's message -- at that moment I simply didn't have the time to give. Guiltily I turn off the display on my phone and return it to my pocket. I turn and find Wil looking at me expectantly. Chagrined I realize he had asked me a question. I answer Wil’s question, then try to go about my day; but my concentration is divided. My mind always seems to drift back to Madison and her text message.
Finally once the work week had slowed down I sent a reply to her text message. Given the delay of my response she had thought that maybe I was angry with her. Not true. We arrange to meet at the restaurant where we had met the very first time.
And then...
Tuesday, October 25, 2011
DauntlessD meets Madison
Even though I left you hanging like Riff Dog, I won’t leave you hanging as long! Well, not quite as long at least. As you will recall from the DauntlessD Exposed post, I dropped a couple of hints: saucy and Madison.
I met Madison through Ashley Madison and it was one of those rare occasions when I was approached first. For those guys out there still using Ashley Madison I’m going to drop one of my secrets, one I didn’t share in my earlier post about shining up your profile. Ready? Got your pencils out? Good.
At the very bottom of my profile I ask for a very specific type of Wink, Hey I’m sure I would like to meet you, but if you want to meet me I need you to send me an ‘I can’t wait to tell you about...’ Wink.
Everyone that has used Ashley Madison for a bit of time learns quickly that the Winks are worthless, but if I received an ‘I can’t wait to tell you about...’ Wink it told me a couple of things. That the woman actually read my profile and she was interested. Yes, this is how Madison fell into my evil clutches [cue evil wicked laughter].
I’ve mentioned a couple of times my old-school upbringing, you mix that with a guy that was shy growing up, throw in a dash of getting married young and you get: Me; I can be oblivious to picking up on a gals signals.
I’ve asked Madison to share the experience of our first meeting so I can bring you, our PWK readers, a kind of he said, she said story. Um, and please, try and laugh with me and not at me ;-)
Enjoy,
DauntlessD
___________
Daunt: I had been enjoying my email and text exchanges with Madison and was looking forward to our first in-person meeting. Upon entering the restaurant I head for the bar and spot her. She was easy to pick out from the photos she had sent me. She was cute. Very cute. I found her more attractive in person than in the photos. I walk over and make my awkward introduction.
“Madison?”
She smiles and looks up, “Oh, you must be Daunt.” As I take the seat next to her she leans in and gives me a light kiss on my cheek.
Madison: I had wondered how it would be to meet Daunt for the first time. Would I be as attracted to him as I was through our correspondence? When I first saw him I thought mmmmm he is not done justice in the pictures he sent. He had an incredible smile and something of a different look... I couldn’t put my finger on what exactly what was different, but I did know I liked it. I had a million things on my mind in a jumble and found it hard to organize my thoughts. I’m not sure why, but that's when I spontaneously leaned in to give him that peck on the cheek. Afterward I was surprised to realize how comfortable I actually felt.
Daunt: I was definitely feeling attraction and was surprised how relaxed Madison seemed. When she gave me that little kiss on the cheek it sent my nervousness into overdrive.
We begin some light chit-chat and she sees me scanning the bar. “Would you like something to drink?”, she asks. She had been sipping on some red wine and I was undecided on whether I wanted wine or beer. Then she settles it for me when she holds her glass out to me, “This wine is very good would you like to try it?”
Daunt: Honestly I was a bit surprised when she offered to let me drink from her glass, maybe I shouldn’t have been; but we’d only known each other in person for a few minutes. I was enjoying the conversation, smiles and blue eyes. To her it was probably no big deal, but I found the gesture endearing.
Madison: It was becoming clear to me how nervous Daunt was. I thought offering him some wine may help him relax -- I was actually growing concerned he may not be able to relax at all. Typically I'm attracted to strong and somewhat aggressive men. I made a decision to just be myself, I thought if I do that and give him a little time he will surely settle down; if he didn't no harm, maybe we just weren't a match. Soon I found conversation getting easier and was really enjoying it. We were starting to connect and suddenly it seemed we had a million things to talk about. A man with intelligence that can carry a conversation and has manners. I thought, this can't be real, but I was finding it very attractive.
To anyone observing it would be clear we were enjoying each other’s company. Soon we were seated close, very close. Madison reaches out and begins rubbing my thigh.
Daunt: When she touched me it was like electricity flowed out of her fingertips. My heart was pounding and I felt like a little boy. My body was wanting to charge ahead, but my mind, with its ingrained hardwired “treat women right” mentality won out; don’t misinterpret Daunt, you want to be sure. So did I acknowledge or respond to her touch? Nope.
Madison: Being affectionate is second nature to me. When I reached out and touched Daunt I began to question whether he was attracted to me. There was no reaction from him. I found this confusing, I am used to men responding much differently to this type of affection. I chalked it up to nerves and again wondered if he ever relax. Suddenly I found the situation funny. I laughed without realizing it, then he was asking me why I was laughing. I didn’t want to embarrass him so I ducked the question and asked if I could get another glass of wine.
Finally after a very long time I reached out pulled her close and said, “Come here”. I leaned in for a light sweet kiss, which she accepted with a smile.
Daunt: I know I waited way too long to go for that kiss...
Madison: God, what in the world took him so long to do that? Also I worried a little because the kiss didn’t feel like I expected it to; I didn’t feel passion or desire. I was thinking, Damn, how long can the man stay nervous? I decided that if he can’t relax in the next 30 minutes, then this not going any further than tonight; just a few drinks and dinner -- or maybe just the drinks. I like guys that take charge. I understand being nervous, but I was beginning to feel it wasn’t going to change.
The night comes to a close and it’s time to go. The weather was awful with heavy wind and rain. We walk out of the restaurant hand in hand and I steal a hug and a few more light kisses. She had used the valet to park her car, Madison offered to drive me to mine.
The valet arrives and I climb into the passenger seat. Upon reaching my car I leaned in for a good night kiss. The kiss became passionate, deep. My hand slid gently behind her neck and pulled her in close.
Daunt: I loved that kiss. It lingered in my mind for a long time after. I was pretty charged up by it.
Madison: Oh... that kiss surprised me I became lost in it. I could feel his desire and it was exactly the kind of kiss I was wanting and waiting for. I struggled to keep myself in check and not lose control. I was feeling swept up and was thankful there wasn’t a bed around. I’m not easy. I don’t just hop into bed with any guy, but suddenly I was full of desire. I was shocked at the thoughts I was suddenly having. I wanted him to caress my breasts. I wondered if I had on a skirt where his hands may have explored. That kiss left me trembling, warm and breathless; and oh yes a bit moist.
At this point I had finally relaxed and didn’t want Madison to leave. But we had had no plans setup for anything but a first meeting, so gave her another quick kiss and got out of the car.
I was definitely looking forward to seeing her again.
__________
So there you have it folks DauntlessD’s first meeting with Madison. Smooth wasn’t I?
I met Madison through Ashley Madison and it was one of those rare occasions when I was approached first. For those guys out there still using Ashley Madison I’m going to drop one of my secrets, one I didn’t share in my earlier post about shining up your profile. Ready? Got your pencils out? Good.
At the very bottom of my profile I ask for a very specific type of Wink, Hey I’m sure I would like to meet you, but if you want to meet me I need you to send me an ‘I can’t wait to tell you about...’ Wink.
Everyone that has used Ashley Madison for a bit of time learns quickly that the Winks are worthless, but if I received an ‘I can’t wait to tell you about...’ Wink it told me a couple of things. That the woman actually read my profile and she was interested. Yes, this is how Madison fell into my evil clutches [cue evil wicked laughter].
I’ve mentioned a couple of times my old-school upbringing, you mix that with a guy that was shy growing up, throw in a dash of getting married young and you get: Me; I can be oblivious to picking up on a gals signals.
I’ve asked Madison to share the experience of our first meeting so I can bring you, our PWK readers, a kind of he said, she said story. Um, and please, try and laugh with me and not at me ;-)
Enjoy,
DauntlessD
___________
Daunt: I had been enjoying my email and text exchanges with Madison and was looking forward to our first in-person meeting. Upon entering the restaurant I head for the bar and spot her. She was easy to pick out from the photos she had sent me. She was cute. Very cute. I found her more attractive in person than in the photos. I walk over and make my awkward introduction.
“Madison?”
She smiles and looks up, “Oh, you must be Daunt.” As I take the seat next to her she leans in and gives me a light kiss on my cheek.
Madison: I had wondered how it would be to meet Daunt for the first time. Would I be as attracted to him as I was through our correspondence? When I first saw him I thought mmmmm he is not done justice in the pictures he sent. He had an incredible smile and something of a different look... I couldn’t put my finger on what exactly what was different, but I did know I liked it. I had a million things on my mind in a jumble and found it hard to organize my thoughts. I’m not sure why, but that's when I spontaneously leaned in to give him that peck on the cheek. Afterward I was surprised to realize how comfortable I actually felt.
Daunt: I was definitely feeling attraction and was surprised how relaxed Madison seemed. When she gave me that little kiss on the cheek it sent my nervousness into overdrive.
We begin some light chit-chat and she sees me scanning the bar. “Would you like something to drink?”, she asks. She had been sipping on some red wine and I was undecided on whether I wanted wine or beer. Then she settles it for me when she holds her glass out to me, “This wine is very good would you like to try it?”
Daunt: Honestly I was a bit surprised when she offered to let me drink from her glass, maybe I shouldn’t have been; but we’d only known each other in person for a few minutes. I was enjoying the conversation, smiles and blue eyes. To her it was probably no big deal, but I found the gesture endearing.
Madison: It was becoming clear to me how nervous Daunt was. I thought offering him some wine may help him relax -- I was actually growing concerned he may not be able to relax at all. Typically I'm attracted to strong and somewhat aggressive men. I made a decision to just be myself, I thought if I do that and give him a little time he will surely settle down; if he didn't no harm, maybe we just weren't a match. Soon I found conversation getting easier and was really enjoying it. We were starting to connect and suddenly it seemed we had a million things to talk about. A man with intelligence that can carry a conversation and has manners. I thought, this can't be real, but I was finding it very attractive.
To anyone observing it would be clear we were enjoying each other’s company. Soon we were seated close, very close. Madison reaches out and begins rubbing my thigh.
Daunt: When she touched me it was like electricity flowed out of her fingertips. My heart was pounding and I felt like a little boy. My body was wanting to charge ahead, but my mind, with its ingrained hardwired “treat women right” mentality won out; don’t misinterpret Daunt, you want to be sure. So did I acknowledge or respond to her touch? Nope.
Madison: Being affectionate is second nature to me. When I reached out and touched Daunt I began to question whether he was attracted to me. There was no reaction from him. I found this confusing, I am used to men responding much differently to this type of affection. I chalked it up to nerves and again wondered if he ever relax. Suddenly I found the situation funny. I laughed without realizing it, then he was asking me why I was laughing. I didn’t want to embarrass him so I ducked the question and asked if I could get another glass of wine.
Finally after a very long time I reached out pulled her close and said, “Come here”. I leaned in for a light sweet kiss, which she accepted with a smile.
Daunt: I know I waited way too long to go for that kiss...
Madison: God, what in the world took him so long to do that? Also I worried a little because the kiss didn’t feel like I expected it to; I didn’t feel passion or desire. I was thinking, Damn, how long can the man stay nervous? I decided that if he can’t relax in the next 30 minutes, then this not going any further than tonight; just a few drinks and dinner -- or maybe just the drinks. I like guys that take charge. I understand being nervous, but I was beginning to feel it wasn’t going to change.
The night comes to a close and it’s time to go. The weather was awful with heavy wind and rain. We walk out of the restaurant hand in hand and I steal a hug and a few more light kisses. She had used the valet to park her car, Madison offered to drive me to mine.
The valet arrives and I climb into the passenger seat. Upon reaching my car I leaned in for a good night kiss. The kiss became passionate, deep. My hand slid gently behind her neck and pulled her in close.
Daunt: I loved that kiss. It lingered in my mind for a long time after. I was pretty charged up by it.
Madison: Oh... that kiss surprised me I became lost in it. I could feel his desire and it was exactly the kind of kiss I was wanting and waiting for. I struggled to keep myself in check and not lose control. I was feeling swept up and was thankful there wasn’t a bed around. I’m not easy. I don’t just hop into bed with any guy, but suddenly I was full of desire. I was shocked at the thoughts I was suddenly having. I wanted him to caress my breasts. I wondered if I had on a skirt where his hands may have explored. That kiss left me trembling, warm and breathless; and oh yes a bit moist.
At this point I had finally relaxed and didn’t want Madison to leave. But we had had no plans setup for anything but a first meeting, so gave her another quick kiss and got out of the car.
I was definitely looking forward to seeing her again.
__________
So there you have it folks DauntlessD’s first meeting with Madison. Smooth wasn’t I?
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