From Pathetic Beta Husband to Prowler

This a a guest post from a reader who follows my rules better than I do. He has some great information to share.  This is one post you'll be very glad you read. Don't forget to share your thoughts in the comments.

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Hey Prowlers. A week or so ago Kat and I exchanged emails after I sent her my prowling story to date and she asked that I write part of it down for all of you. She found it both interesting and potentially instructive, especially for new prowlers just getting started.

My tale begins in a familiar place for many reading this Blog, I had a less (much less) than satisfying sex life with a wonderful wife in every other respect. Like most of you, I have no intention of ever leaving her and my children, but I was literally going insane with the quantity and quality of sex and intimacy I was getting. To foretell the end of this story a bit, I was incredibly successful in finding what I wanted after stumbling out of the gate a bit.

I am 51 years old; married for over 25 years with three kids all grown up. About 3 years ago my sex drive shot through the roof and it was causing serious issues with my marriage. I went to school on how to make things better and did what I had to do over the next few years. I alpha’d up, got in incredible physical shape, dressed better, made more money, romanced my wife…all to no avail, she’s just not that interested in sex anymore. Once a week she is into it but no more than that, which meant I felt like crap most of the week. So I decided to see what other alternatives were out there.

In late April I was on a self-help website and I stumbled across both AM and Kat’s Blog, they were listed as the mortal enemies of marriage, complete with URLs…how helpful! Of course, I had to check them out. I gave the AM website a quick read and looked through Kats rules for various types of affairs and jumped right in. I put up a profile on AM on a Monday, bought some credits and started messaging ladies. For those of you new to the site, messages you send out on Monday usually bear fruit late in the week, be patient. After several replies at the end of the first week I decided to meet a few ladies and rapidly discovered that my profile needed some tweaking.

The first lady I met wanted to recruit me for her S&M club. Now I am not into that and if you are, great, but I think we can all agree that the new prowler ought to start out with something a little less involved/intense. In addition, she was easily 50 pounds heavier than her profile and the grainy head shot photo she was willing to send should have been ample warning. So lesson #1: lying about your physical attributes on AM is going to blow up in your face. People will notice if you are shorter or heavier than you advertise…nobody wants perfection but you should accurately represent yourself. The lady in question had keyed off on a line in my profile that was intended to make me sound more edgy than I really am. By the way, and not bragging (maybe a little), but every single lady I have met was willing to screw me on the second meet up, if not right then (an offer I have tried twice).

The next lady I met was right on profile for height and weight, all good, but she was unbelievably paranoid. We were talking in a parking lot in a very public place and she kept ducking behind her car and then back into it. We chatted for a few minutes, she said she was interested in getting together for sex in a few days and then jumped in her car and darted off. Within 30 minutes of this meeting a flood of her nudes began arriving in my email in box along with some seriously fun dirty talk. We went from getting to know one another to her ready to show me the things she did to herself when her hubby wasn’t around. My crazy alarm went off and reminded me of a rule Kat gives us…#2: if it doesn’t feel right, it isn’t, run away, especially if the person is very paranoid.

Lady number 3 turns out to be single, in her profile she claimed to be married (lying) and was looking for a serious relationship. Not sure AM is the place to look for that sort of thing. She was ready to head to her house and the bedroom right then, she said as much. So here is another rule from Kat #3: only prowl with people that have as much to lose as you do…avoids unnecessary complications. I said no thank you.

Lady number 4 wanted a one night stand right then…I said what the hell. Had 30 minutes of fun then she bolted, I was left unsatisfied. I already had that feeling at home, that is not what I wanted. Rule #4: you have to offer more than the other person is getting already at home, otherwise why would they take the risk?

I took a tactical pause at this point and tried to figure out how one month worth of effort had produced so little. I went back to school on Kat’s web site and really read it again, particularly some of the advice on profiles and how to behave like a decent human being. My profile was clearly not attracting attention in the right demographic and although I had been nice maybe I had been a bit too direct in some of my communications. One thing I had been doing right was being confident and aggressive in meeting people, I would continue that.

First I tackled the profile, I unchecked all those stupid little boxes and spelled out in clear English what I was looking for and what I wasn’t but I did it in a way that was softer…I did want some romance and intimacy and a relationship...not a gang bang or a quickie in a car. I then developed a standard first contact note that I would personalize with information from the recipient’s profile. It was mostly general information about me and what I liked and didn’t like…things like movies, favorite authors, education level, hobbies etc. Brings us to Rule #5: Don’t be a pig/jerk. Talking about how you like to get a blow job (who doesn’t) or asking her what kind of slut she is will not net very good responses, if any at all. Everyone knows that sex is the primary motivator, being crass about it will put you in a poor demographic.

My standard note also included my contact email off site and a request to move our correspondence there. This was to create more of a sense of intimacy (I told them that) and to eliminate the robo-profiles on AM, they would never agree to move to offsite emails.

Finally I had some good pictures posted to my private showcase and would share them with ladies who responded, or email them the pictures. These were close in head shots, the ladies really want to see your eyes, it’s really important. Also included a full body shot, clothed, so they could see I was what my profile said, in shape. Do not send a picture of your dick, they are ugly anyway, and a topless shot of a guy with a beer gut is not going to get the ladies wet either. Refer to #5 (don’t be a dick) above.

With my new profile and approach I started up again on a Monday and by Friday I had an overwhelming response. Lots of ladies corresponding and wanting to meet. Now I could be selective and I met with several ladies and settled on two. One is a fuck buddy straight through, very practical professional lady who wants to get together once every two weeks for an afternoon and get seriously fucked. We joke around by text between meetings but there is zero expectation with respect to how often and how much info to exchange. We know the bare minimum about each other and that is how we both like it. When we are together we talk and have loads of fun but it’s a quick kiss out the door and I will see you again soon.

The second lady is now my mistress and our relationship is much more involved. Again, we mutually agreed to this. We correspond/talk daily and she knows everything about me and vice versa. We are very intimate, just what I was missing at home, and our sex has been incredible. After years of my wife wanting me to hurry up and get it over with, it’s nice to know I can still go at it multiple times for hours. She knows about lady number one and about my wife and our sex life (we still have the weekly session) and is good with it. She is having decent sex with her husband, good for her. What we have is filling a big void in my life and I believe the same for her.

As result of all this effort I now find myself in a good spot. I have three ladies in my life who between them provide the quantity, quality and variety of sex I need to feel balanced. I use Kat’s advice for fuck buddies and mistresses and it is solid and spot on. I even re-read the posts to ensure I do not get complacent, so far my girls are happy and so am I.

Some info that doesn’t fit in the timeline above…I have interviewed all of the ladies I have met to find out what they are looking for on AM and what is scaring them away. This is from them:

•  They want a man to tell them about himself, at least a little, before he starts asking what size their tits are and if they shave. I have had more than one lady compliment me on not asking sexual questions or talking about sex right out of the block; it’s implied. 
• Do not send pictures of your dick or naked chest if you are not in shape. Make sure they can see your eyes in at least one photo…I think this is all about trust, is this a guy a serial killer or not? 
• Confidence is the single sexiest thing. My fuck buddy thought my standard personal letter was a bit cocky and said she just had to meet me to see if I was really that confident or if I was an asshole. She voted with her body, confidence sells, fake it til you make it if you have to. 
• Two physical attributes are key, one you control, one you don’t. Tall guys get more ladies, it’s not bad to be short but you will need more confidence to overcome it. Get in shape…you control that, BTW might be why your wife isn’t fucking you enough. Get to the gym, lose the gut, build some guns and the ladies will be all over you….the payoff is worth the effort. 
• Do not get mad/testy etc. in your emails. Instant turnoff. The ladies want it light and fun, why the hell would they put up with shit from you, they get that at home. 
• When you meet a new lady you need a balanced mix of confidence and respect. Definitely part with at least a small show of affection if it is clear she might be into you. (I have gotten everything from a hug, to my brains fucked out on meeting number one.) The ladies I have met also want you to be civil, keep talking about yourself and what you expect and not just about when the sex will start. Be funny, be charming. 
• Don’t plead with or promise the lady you will be fantastic in bed, better than her husband etc. Under promise and over deliver when it comes to sex. 
• Communicate between meetings, thank them, be polite, be romantic…a thousand different ways of saying, DON’T BE A DICK.   

 Standing by for your comments and questions. Feel free to email me at bartmaxum1@yahoo.com, I love to write.

Handcuffs

I have a treat for you, Prowlers!  Here is a delectable, naughty, and kinky guest post (my favorite kind!) written and shared by G. If you enjoy it like I did when I first read it, remember to share your love in the comments.

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Handcuffs

By G

I was about to get married and looking for some sort of final fling. At 26 my sexual adventures hadn't grown much past the age of 18 and I longed for...heat. For passion. For what my girlfriends revealed from their own escapades. I signed onto Ashley Madison initially not knowing what I wanted or what I would find. Did I want a friend who understood my boredom? Someone I could fuck and then never speak to again? Did I want a married boyfriend because I too was getting married and was merely scared of commitment? Little did I know I was about to find someone who wouldn't just rock my world, he would take it and hump it and leave it all hot and bothered in a sweaty mass of sexual and emotional energy. X didn't just do it for me: he was my sexual wrecking ball of epic proportions.

Immediately we appeared to have plenty in common. We had similar musical tastes and liked the same TV shows and movies. We had the same sense of humor, very biting, tons of sarcasm, very quick and seemingly mean to most. We understood each others lives, thoughts, and inner mechanics. There was a comfort level neither of us had ever felt with anyone else...yet quickest of all, there was an obvious sexual attraction. I am 5'7, athletic, slim through the waist but slightly curvy and feminine through the hips, with dark hair and blue eyes. He was 6'1, very strong and protective, with deep set dark brown eyes and one of the best facial profiles I have ever seen. I always loved men that I felt could over power me. X couldn't just over power me; he could restrain me with one hand. I loved that from day one. It made me wet in less than a minute.

The first time I was handcuffed it started as a joke. X and I had been hot and heavy for quite a while, almost a year, before the jokes about tying me up began. I'm a small girl, overpowering me would be easy for X regardless. Yet somehow tying me up or handcuffing me was a line that I never thought I would cross; a loss of control I didn't know if I could handle. So when he said "bring the handcuffs" before meeting him at our usual hotel I said ok, thinking it was again a joke.

I walked in the door and immediately sexually charged heat was in the air. We started to kiss like we were trying to consume each other as quickly as possible. X sat in a rolling desk chair facing a long dressing mirror and forced me into his lap using my hair to pull me onto him. He ran his tongue up and down the sides of my neck while silently slipping one hand down the front of my pants, the other one still tightly gripping my hair. I let out a quiet moan, more of a sigh than an actual noise, and eased myself into a slow grind against his now extremely hard cock while watching our moves in the mirror. In no time my pants were undone and had been pulled loose upon the floor. I reached up and took off my own sheer cotton tank top. All that was between X and I now was a black bra and a pair of sheer black boy-short panties...his favorite kind.

My thoughts of pleasure were momentarily interrupted by a harsh whisper in my ear. "Get the fucking handcuffs and get on your knees". Wait...was he serious? Fuck...the look in his eyes definitely said he was quite serious. Ok G, we'll see how far he takes this, I thought as I fished through my purse looking for X's newest toy. I found them quickly despite my nerves and handed them over. Despite his original orders I stood there nervously for a minute before he forced me down, again using my hair to move me, but this time to the floor.

As soon as I hit the soft hotel carpet he was behind me, cuffing my small wrists tightly into the cuffs. My first instinct was to wriggle inside them and test their strength. Shit, these were the real deal...I wasn't moving my arms anywhere soon. X looked at me as thought he could read my thoughts and smirked. "Oh, you're definitely stuck for now" he replied, grinning and having a tough time not laughing at his own plans. All of a sudden his grin got bigger, as if he had an amazing idea. He started to look around the room checking every surface until he found the item he sought: my hair scarf. It was hot out that particular day and my hair was wet so I had fastened it back using a boho hair scarf as a headband. He quickly undid the knot and to my dismay tied the scarf over my eyes so that all I could see was a slight glimmer of light and shadows. Somehow he knew I still had some bearing of my surroundings so he went to shut off every lamp in the room. After that, I could see nothing, I couldn't move my arms. All I could do was hear...and wait.

For a few moments all I could hear was him breathing, as if he was standing and inspecting his prey. I could hear him and feel him through the carpet coming closer...but still nothing, no touching at all. And then his cock was in my mouth. He was gentle, but with force he thrust himself between my lips. Immediately I moved to put my hands on him, my first blow job instinct...to instantly be jerked back by the cuffs. I moaned and rolled my tongue over the tip of his penis which rested against my bottom lip. I kept licking until I heard him stir and tasted his first few drops of precum. With a move of my head (aided by his gentle touch on the back of my neck) I slipped X in and out of my mouth for a few minutes, only pausing to lick his shaft at times between thrusts.

After a few moments I heard him groan and felt his hand grab my hair again, pulling me to my feet and throwing me onto the soft hotel bed. I lay on my stomach for a few moments before he grabbed my boyshorts roughly and pulled them off with what felt like both hands. Within seconds he had spread my legs and began teasing me by kissing my inner thighs, stopping only to blow on my clit. My breathing started to speed up in anticipation of what I knew was coming next...what we both knew was coming next. Lightly, in a flicking motion, he began to stroke my clit with his tongue. My moaning started deep inside, I could feel the orgasm that was coming on in every part of my body. The loss of my movements, my freedom, my sight made me focus on one thing: how fucking amazing X was making me feel. How overpowered I felt. After a few minutes of teasing, he attacked my sweet spot in the way only he knows how. He sucked on my swollen clit hard while placing two fingers inside me, curled up towards my stomach and stroking the exact right spot inside. My hips began to buck hard against his face and I could hear myself screaming at him not to stop, that I was so close, that it felt so fucking good, shouting his name.  I came incredibly hard for an entire minute without stopping, feeling it all over my body. Every part of me shook, including my wrists inside the cold metal cuffs against my back.

Once the shaking subsided X allowed me a minute to just lay there, possibly to bask in what he had just done and at how good he made me feel. He slowly pulled me up off my stomach and to my feet, stabilizing me on the floor before reaching behind me to undo the safety latch on my handcuffs. He undid one and before he could undo the other I had reached my hands in front of me to grab at him, at any part of him. He slipped off my blindfolded scarf easily with one hand, me blinking from finally being able to see again.

Even without the lamps on I could see his eyes, the only eyes that had ever affected me in such a complete way...sexually, spiritually, emotionally. We began to kiss deeply as he pulled me onto the bed and on top of him by my hands, one of which was still attached to the handcuffs. I began to ride him slowly, staring into his eyes, then closing them to take in the moment. My pace quickened as he grabbed my ass tightly and helped me move back and forth, up and down, a rhythm we shared so closely. I started to cum and so did he, as we often do together. We exploded and held our foreheads tightly together, both of us making our own soft noises and breathing hard, locking our mouths together in one more kiss. We broke away only as our movements died and we collapsed, falling asleep in each others arms...the handcuffs still attached to one of my wrists.

She wasn't a Lipstick Lesbian

Daunt here. Well we have another guest post, this one from Clem, and it's quite a story.

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The beginning

"Well if I get the fuckin' fanstastic title then I am going to keep working at the naughty. Maybe throw in some selfish and wicked ... but in my "sweet" way. ;) "

Her reply to me after we had re-engaged this past summer.

She had hit on my AM profile right away, within a few days of me posting it. I said that I had been re-reading her profile, and waited, wanting to reply. She wrote right back. She was looking for an older man, interviewed some, but no one had appealed to her yet.

We were both looking for something we needed, and not getting it in our mate.

We exchanged a bunch of emails that first week. She was attached, married. I was separated. In her second email, she told me she was a lesbian, bi-sexual, married to her "Mrs" as she referred to her wife. She wanted sex with a man, an older, experienced man. Did I have a problem with that? She'd wait to see if I replied before she would want to talk more or meet.

No, not at all. No problem. To some men, it might be a real fantasy-turn-on. Fuck a lesbian? Here I am, a well experienced man, that a lesbian wants a hot, torrid affair with? Yeah, man. But you know, I really didn't look at it that way. Yes, I was intrigued; the why's, what does she want, what will she want to do? (She never did tell me what she and her Mrs. did together.)

I wanted passionate, erotic, sensuous, hot sex. She told me when her wife turned 40, the "Mrs" lost interest in sex, and that now, she was horny all the time. She was the dominant one in her relationship, but didn't want to continue that way, and her Mrs, some 5 years older than her at 43, wasn't interested in sex anymore. She was 37 when we met, I was 58.

She used to slip off her wedding ring after she came in and set her things down.

I had sent her a list of questions, what she'd like, what I like, what did she want. She answered them all very well, positively, no shirking. She didn’t want to use condoms; she was not fertile. It was OK if I wanted condoms, but she didn’t. Great. Hated them. Loved the bare-feeling of my cock in her pussy and ass too much anyway. In her second email, she told me too, she wanted to be 'anally penetrated', wanted to experience this. Well, that got my attention. I love to teach, and show women good, anal sex. Turns out it took a long time before it actually happened, but as she said, she had a 'tight ass'. She liked it played with, no question, licking her ass hole, fingering it, probing her ass. She mine also. Turned out she was well experienced in massaging a man's prostate. I had asked her about rimming, and she replied, 'Absolutely', so, she was into it. She was always, always, very clean, fresh, pussy and ass.

She wasn't a lipstick lesbian by any means, very plain, very short, black, stiff hair, 160, 5'-4, 34B. If I had to describe her further, I would say that she reminds me a lot of k.d. lang. OK, not a real beauty, but that's not all where the attraction was. We talked and laughed a lot in bed, and she had a delightful set of small dimples on the tops of her cheeks that would appear way too seldom.

She is a nurse, working for a major urban hospital here. She worked shift hours, and at times, this was very good, as she could break away at different times during the day to come see me. We had some memorable 'nooners' this way, usually lasting a few hours. In the beginning, she'd come by after her late shift a few times, but that really didn't work out.

She wanted a strictly 'FWB-NSA' situation, with not much other interaction. I was OK with this, and I certainly was not interested in anything involved, nor was I interested in falling for her. She remained very discreet with me regarding her personal life. Yes, she shared some details, but not a lot. I just wanted the passions and the eroticism that came from close, intimate, very personal contact. I wanted these old feelings back. I wanted to please a woman, and have her give me pleasure, like no one else has. She did this, we did it together, we did it all.

I loved her pussy! She had a big clit, and it grew and stuck out when she was aroused. She had short, black, tight pussy hair. Turns out, she absolutely loved to have her pussy and clit licked, tongue-fucked, and also to have her g-spot massaged at the same time. This was a lot of our sex for the next 2 years. When I wanted her to cum, and cum hard, I simply dropped my face down between her legs, spread her pussy lips, and licked in, all over.

She'd moan nicely, grab my head at times, and spread her legs more for me. She made a set of comments about that at one point, saying what I do to her, that she automatically wanted to lie back and spread her legs for me. She did talk sexy and kinky with me some, but not enough. She rarely came, maybe twice, while I was fucking her, once we came together.

Her big clit stuck out well when I sucked on it. I loved it, loved to finger and lick her.

She'd shudder, spasm and writhe in bed when I did this, building up her orgasms. She'd fist the sheets, hold on. When she'd cum, she'd explode and scream out, "Yes, that's it, that's it!, Ahhhh!". I got goose-bumps writing this in remembrance. Over the months, she got into a very comfortable position with me. I'd usually be between her legs, scrunched down, but more having my knees up and bent. She'd get so that she'd rest her ankles against my thighs, bend her legs and knees, and use that for leverage. She'd push back against me this way. I could always tell when she was settling in for a good cum when she did this. Yeah, it took some time, 15-20 minutes at a time, but, wow, could she cum. I'd lick her some, and she'd wiggle her ass and hips, and then I'd introduce one, then two fingers, in her pussy, hot, wet, dripping at times. One time on the couch, I had her up on her knees, and I was licking her pussy, fingering her, two, maybe three fingers in her from the rear, and her juices were literally running down my arm. Loved that always.

But lying between her legs was the best. Sometimes, I'd reach under her legs, push them back so she'd stick her ass and pussy out more. Times, she'd grab her legs, hold them spread, as I licked her clit and pussy. It was easy then to slip down to her perineum, then too, right into her asshole. I know she liked this, and yeah, there were a few times she gasped when I licked her, tongued her ass. Loved to lick around her rosebud, then push my tongue in, hard, deep as I could.

A few times she did open her ass, and I tongued in more, deeper. I loved doing this, and did it as much as I could with her. This would then usually work her up well, and my fingers were wet enough, that I could pretty easily insert my finger in her ass. When she really opened up, my middle finger would be all the way in her ass, with my palm on her butt. A few times I got two in up to the 3rd knuckle.

But fingers in her pussy were great, the best for her.

Licking her clit, then up to 3 fingers in her pussy, palm up, fingers pressed in hard on her g-spot. Very hard, curled around, pushing in, then too, back and forth. One time, right at the end, I was doing this so hard, she was so wet, she'd puddle in the middle of my hand.

She loved to suck me also, on my back, my head propped up so I could watch her. She always looked into my eyes, smiled and she'd devour me. She had some very good oral skills, working my cock-head and frenulum well, 'till I'd blast in her mouth. She'd moan and suck, and drive me crazy. She loved to give me 'cummy kisses' then too.

Oh and, she did like to get fucked also. She was very responsive with me. Some of the best, was simply working her up, hot and wet, fingering her, then easily rubbing the head of my cock in her pussy. Usually this elicited a small moan, a wide-open mouth, and she'd flare open, and I'd ease in. There was onetime when she just grabbed my ass, pulled me in her mostly dry. She said she liked to do that at times. Oh, but that feeling of warm, wet pussy on my cock, her gasping, tight, mmmmm, always a turn-on. There were times too, when I liked to roll on my back, grab her, bring her to me, roll her on top of me. I know I said a few times for her to grind on me, rub her pussy on my cock. She did this a few times too by herself, as she liked to tease almost as much as I did. She'd slide back and forth, wetting me, rubbing my cock, and then arch her hips some to slide down on me, as my cock fully entered her pussy. Doggie-style was the best, for us both. Loved her on her knees, fucking away. After some great pussy-licking, I'd love to then stand at the end of the bed, grab her legs, pull her to the corner. I'd position her ass right at the corner, then push her legs back, and fuck her hard and deep, using my legs to leverage in her. I loved to fuck her like this, very hot, very sexy, and she'd always then say, 'Fuck me, yes, fuck me hard, deep' I loved it when she'd call out like that. She was very vocal that way.

We only really talked and communicated thru email. Oh, and yes, in bed. Yes, we exchanged numbers, but she told me right away, she didn't like to talk on the phone. Oh, we'd text some, not a lot. Again, she didn't seem to like that. She had a 'pay-as-you-go' phone, TrackFone or something. OK, no big deal. As she was working odd shifts, she'd usually send me her schedule, out weeks. I'd suggest times when she could come by, but again, this was on her schedule. A bit odd and frustrating at times, when *I* wanted to fuck or lick her. At the least, I could leave her v-mails, again, usually late at night, so she'd get the message as she drove home after 11 from the late shift. Sometimes I'd try to be funny, sexy, erotic, tell her how much I had enjoyed her that day, or the previous day. She'd always comment on them, tell me she liked to hear them, told me she liked my voice. She never once returned the favor. Don't know why.

In the height of it all, we were emailing a lot, daily, multiple times during the day.

We only got together at my place, on her terms, when she wanted to, which was usually once a week, and usually for about 2-5 hours, sometimes a lot more. I loved to spend the time with her, more so than with anyone else.

Yes, she could make me cum 3-4 times also. She is very through.

Some of the best memories I have of us together were early on Saturday mornings, 9-10, in winter, when the sun would blaze in through the 3 windows I had. We’d get so warm, I needed to open the windows in the winter. The sun would cascade on us in bed, so warm, sexy then too, under the covers.

We only got together for sex, rarely anything else. A few times we'd meet at the local pub, share a glass of wine, or a few times, lunch.

I always provided a clean, quiet place for us, clean sheets, usually the night before, clean towels, always a clean bathroom.

Oh yes, we always showered together, always. I really understood about keeping it discreet, and she wanted to be as clean as possible to go home. Wash off any residuals, stray hairs. The shower was a place to play also. She brought her own brand of soap, loved to soap my cock, reach around me from behind, and jack me off, while fingering my ass. I loved the feeling. I'd play with her pussy and ass too, but I tried not to get soap everywhere. We did like washing each other, and the last time we were together, she wiggled her finger in my ass, with promises of more things to come that way, I had expected. That sorta surprised me, as that day was filled with a lot of sex. I had thought we were on the right track again, getting frisky, hot, erotic with each other. I used to tell her, and I'd smirk a bit doing so, that I was happy to send her home to her wife, with my cum in her belly and pussy and ass, even though she was squeaky-clean on the outside.

She had broken it off, right before the holidays, late in 2010. She wanted to regain her ‘integrity’ as she put it, by recommitting to her wife. I understand this, and can respect it. I know she was stressed at this time also. She was/is going through a big set of changes in her life, wanting more from her career, wanting to change paths, and wanting way more from her personal life, and not getting anything, except from me. I thought about that some. From what she said, I knew that I fulfilled her needs, a lot. She told me a number of times that I gave her the best orgasms of her life.

She did give me one big send-off, after she emailed me then wanting ‘one last time’ together. She came over about 10 that morning, and stayed late in the evening. We fucked and sucked for hours, showered, talked, fucked some more. She deleted her email account that night after that.

So, OK, nothing, no contact then for like 6 months.

Literally, the first of June last year, I'm out having a glass of wine, and I get a text-message from her. ‘Miss how you make me cum’ was all she said. We texted a bit that night, flirted. She said she was tired of being a ‘good girl’. She sent me a new email address. She wanted to fuck me all summer. I was curious as to why she was contacting me now. She told me at the beginning of last year, that she wanted to renew things with her wife, and she wanted to end our relationship. I couldn’t really argue with that, disappointed, yes, extremely.

I told her then that last January, I’d never find another woman like her. She looked puzzled, and it’s simply true. I’m over 60 now, and I get looked at differently. My age group wants 'soul-mates' and 'long walks on the beach'. The AM crowd doesn't looking for an older man. Perhaps that's part of the reason I would have liked to have continued longer with her, again for this past summer. I've been patient, and I know she appreciated that.

She clearly didn’t want to talk now at all, nothing, to the point of breaking things off again here. We sent some emails back and forth, where we both then stated all we (I too) wanted was to have hot sex this summer.

She told me of her plans to leave town in early fall, right after our first GTG. Her career was changing, and she was exploring options. I never did talk to her about much else, as we only got together 3 times before the end of June. We did still talk a bit about both wanting to get our needs met. I guess right now that is all she wanted, but she was troubled, it was clear to see and hear. All I wanted was a hot summer, as things would be changing for me also by fall, last fall.

I think it affected her more, when she couldn’t get what she wanted from her wife, only to find it with me. I don't think she really wrapped her head fully around that, or then, maybe she did, and couldn't handle it. She was pretty tight with her feelings and emotions, except when they all came out during sex. Then she was all over me, passionate, frisky, kinky, expressive, submissive.

She was sexually fantastic, yes.

After that first time back together with her, I had really thought then this past summer was going to be a hot one. It didn’t happen. I was very disappointed, as I had planned to really be aggressive with her, fuck her hard, all over, and leave her drained every time. I know it was gonna be the last time I’d see her, probably ever.

We got together in late June, a hot day, outside and inside. I wrote extensively about that day. Perhaps that may be another guest-post. After that day, I never heard from her again, as she deleted her email account, yet again. I sent her a tersely-worded v-mail one last time about a week later. She never replied, and I never heard anything else. I'm not even sure she did leave town.

Many times, we’d be lying together after a hot session, panting, sweating, holding each other. She said once, “Where’d you learn to fuck like that?” I just smiled, kissed her passionately, held her close, and start licking her all over, up and down again.

For two years, we had the best sex of our lives, and yes, I miss it.

Occupational Hazard

Well you're in for a treat! This is one of those rare moments when a mistake results in something good! I have put a fair amount of effort in keeping my identity private, mom would be a little shocked after all, but *poof* just like that my cover was blown when one day in a rush I sent an email from the wrong account. Lucky for me it was isolated. Even more lucky for me they liked what they found. AND lucky for you one of them wanted to contribute! My friend, Dusky Dawn, has written a delicious little fantasy. I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.

-DauntlessD

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Excitement coursed through my body like surges of white-hot, sensual lightning. The raw power of passion and intrigue had my every nerve feeling raw and exposed. I felt as though any casual observer could see the sparks of desire flying off my skin as if I were from some B-rate sci-fi movie. I had long fantasized about this moment, played it out a million ways in the privacy of my mind, and now it was finally happening and my head was spinning, trying to keep up. I wanted to “be” in the moment, to savor every touch, every new sensation, but I also wanted to commit every second to memory to be lingered over later; indulged in over and over. Who knew if I would ever stumble upon this once in a lifetime opportunity ever again? As the saying goes, “lightning only strikes once,” or some such thing.

I reflected back on where this began. I was in my massage room, where I spent the better part of each day as a Massage Therapist. The candlelight flickered, dancing on the walls in an erotic peach glow. The music quietly wove its way into my conscience, teasing my senses and eliciting an undercurrent of romance and sweetness where previously had only been the carnal, sexual energy of base, primal urges as old as time itself. The scents of lavender and Arnica, thick and heady, beguiled my senses as I warmed the oil in my heated palms. The client on my table could have been anyone. She, face-down and unaware of the sexual tension threatening to boil over in me at any moment, was in her own blissful world of relaxation and not a part of my equation in any way. And yet, as much as she personally did not contribute to my sexual effervescence, her body was a conduit for my roiling thoughts. As I ran my warmed, oiled hands down the length of her olive-skinned, tight, toned body, my thoughts ran to the events that had taken place the previous evening.

It started out innocently enough. As we did many nights, my friend Jenna and I stopped by our friend Scott’s for drinks after work. We had each dated him at one time or another; somehow we all managed to remain friends in spite of it. Eventually, several drinks into the evening, we made our way out to the hot tub. The summer night was full of promise and intrigue; the stars winked their approval overhead. As we sat, laughing, drinks in hand, Scott began to run his foot up my long, smooth leg. I chanced a look at him from beneath lowered lashes, and then quickly sneaked a look at Jenna. She was unaware of what he was doing under cover of darkness and water. His foot was now stroking my inner thigh. “Scott!” Jenna squealed. Apparently she was receiving the same treatment. Emboldened by a mixture of liquid courage and the intoxicating scent of night-blooming jasmine hanging thickly in the balmy summer air, I moved over to Jenna’s side of the hot tub. Looking Scott dead in the face, I leaned in and began to kiss Jenna. Although caught off-guard, she kissed me back, her wet hand sliding up my neck and finding its way into my long, dark hair. I watched as Scott froze in place – shocked and more than a little turned on. His face, now looking a bit pained, drained of all color. I made sure he could see my tongue tracing the shape of Jenna’s lower lip, and slowly I pulled the purple triangle of her bikini top aside to reveal a very full, perfectly shaped, perky breast graced with a dark pink, hard nipple. I grazed her nipple with my long, French-manicured nails, and measured the weight of that beautiful breast in my hand.

I heard a low moan and the sound brought me back from my reverie. My hands were methodically kneading the tension away from my client’s tight shoulders, and I realized that her sounds of pleasure and release had been cleverly intertwined in my thoughts. As my oiled, talented hands moved down to the gentle slope of her low back, which curved into her magnificently rounded ass, my thoughts slipped back to the kiss I had shared with my friend Jenna.

Jenna and I had never talked in advance about what we were now doing. Later, we discovered we had each had our own fantasies, and in this moment, we were experimenting with something we had only done in our dreams. Jenna’s mouth trailed hot kisses against my cool, wet skin, making it’s way to my breasts. She pulled aside my bathing suit top and greedily took my cold, hard nipple into her hot mouth. My head fell back in ecstasy. My eyes involuntarily fluttered closed. Her hand closed over my other bared breast. ”Quite a hand full,” she giggled sexily. I felt warm breath against my neck. Scott’s stubble from a day’s growth was teasing my skin as he began to kiss behind my ear and down my exposed throat. I fought for a coherent thought. When did he make his way over from his previously voyeuristic position, I hazily wondered. Jenna’s hand had made it’s way south. She gently teased the apex of my thighs, applying slight pressure to my clit through my suit. My back arched, pressing my mound into her willing hand. The sensations I was experiencing were building so fast I felt as if I was cresting the top of a mile-high roller coaster. As Jenna slipped her fingers past my suit and into the slick folds of my eager pussy, I heard another groan, realizing this time it was me. My hand flailed, grasping for purchase, finding the side of the hot tub, as Jenna’s fingers slid in and out of me. I was pulsing, aching for release. Scott moved closer to me, pressing his bucking cock against my thigh. My hand slid into the water, and as if by memory, wrapped around him and began to remind him of my many skills. Jenna whispered throatily in my ear, “I love how you shave your pussy....it’s ssssoooo smooth.”

Scott changed positions again, now sitting on the edge of the hot tub, his legs spread, feet resting on the step below. I shifted so that I was between his legs, and Jenna was behind me. I lowered my lips onto his cock, taking him deep in my mouth. He groaned, unable to contain himself. His hands were on my breasts, expertly rolling my nipples between his fingers. Jenna continued her ministrations to my pussy. Suddenly, she squeezed the underside of my ass cheek, near my pussy with her other hand. This was my undoing. With my mouth full, I groaned deep in my throat, a low, guttural release, as over the edge I went, pulsing throbbing, every muscle in my body spasming in glorious release. Simultaneously, Scott moaned, pulsing, releasing into my mouth his hot juices.

“Ohhhh yeaaaaah!” My petite little massage client murmured, stretching like a cat waking from a nap. “THAT was incredible!” She exclaimed. “You always know exactly what I need. That’s why I only come for...I mean, TO, you,” she said, a bit sheepishly. “I will DEFINITELY be back next week!”

And I, will try to focus more on you next time, I thought guiltily to myself.

The Sweetest Flower that Bloomed O'er the Range

What could be better than a Guest post for on Fantasy Friday? My sweet buddy Ryan Beaumont, author of The Ashley Madison Adventures of a Regular Guy Gone Bad, has written this great sexy post for us.

Enjoy!

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“Where the Walker runs down to the Carson Valley plain,
there lived a young maid, Darcy Farrow was her name....”

That song, Darcy Farrow penned by Steve Gillett in the 60’s and made famous by Ian and Silvia and later John Denver, had always haunted me.  Perhaps it was the beautiful melody yet ultimate melancholy ending that pulled me in.  Perhaps it was the image of a young Irish lass and herlover on the range in wild Nevada.  Regardless, I had always had a yearning to go and visit those wild and romantic places from that song Yerrington, Virginia City, and Truckee.

Blogging had taken a place in my life.  I had always enjoyed writing and often regretted not making a better attempt at making it a life’s work.  But now, with my blog, I had my niche and that was enough.  But what I didn’t realize was the friendships that would form.  I came to know many bloggers, but one stood out.  I joked with her that she was the “mother hen” or our little blogging clique.  She was so savvy and smart but you could tell there was a caring soul about her.Something about her was magnetic and I knew that one day I wanted to meet her.

“She was courted by Young Vandamere,
A fine lad was he as I am to hear”

Yes, I have to admit I had always fashioned myself a dashing young Vandamere and it was those words that sang through my head as I saw the notice for that conference I attend every year, this time in Reno.  Yes, it was the typical fly in Sunday afternoon, two and a half days, and then fly out.  But this time I could head out early and have a day to see those sites I so long wanted to see.  Truckee, Virginia City were all within a short drive from Reno.  Gambling in Reno held no romance to this traveler; I longed to experience those Sierra Nevadas and retrace Darcy andVandy’s steps!

And then it hit me, just a few hours more pushing through those mountains and I would be in California; her California and maybe I could see her.

“They sing of Darcy Farrow where the Truckee runs through,
they sing of her beauty in Virginia City too.”

And so with excitement on a Friday night I hopped on that SWA flight from BWI to Reno with adventure on my mind and Tony Rice’s version of that lovely song on my iPod.

She was delighted that I was coming out and we agreed to meet somewhat halfway.  I would drive over on Saturday afternoon and we would meet for dinner in old Auburn.  After that, who knew?

“Her eyes shone bright like the pretty lights,
that shone in the night out of Yerrington town”

I figured on a 4 hour trip, factoring in some scenic stops.  However, I quickly realized this was a very different part of the world.  I can’t count the number of times I’ve driven over an Appalachian Mountain in Western Maryland or the Virginias.  But here on the east coast such a mountain might have an elevation of about 2,500 ft.  But that would be just a bump in the road along Rt 80 in the Sierra Nevadas.  My rental was not fairing too well; I feared I had a lemon.  Perhaps I should have upgraded to that Volvo instead of being cheap with a Hyundai.

Finally, just after coming out of the mountains the car died.  And even though I was only about 20miles from my destination this was still a very remote area.  I was a little worried.  I called her to tell her I might be late.  She said that was fine and asked if I was OK.  When I said my car broke down she quickly set me at ease by saying “don’t worry sweetie I’ll call AAA and have you right out but I’ll drive over now and pick you up.  I’ll be there in about 30 minutes, hold tight!”

Sure enough AAA arrived just as she did.  They hitched that sad car up and took it off for Auburn.She smiled at me and said “I hate that happened to you, I know you’re tired but I know of this lovely little stream just off the road up ahead, would you like to see it!”

How could I resist my red-headed heroine!

She drove to the next exit and down a small country road then another right onto a smaller gravel road.  In a few minutes she pulled off at a road marker and said “this is it, just a 20 minute walk down that path and through some brush to a beautiful little stream.”

I was still a little shaken as we walked.  She took my hand and it calmed my nerves.

When we got there it took my breath away.  But the stream held my attention only briefly once I was struck by the brilliance of her red hair glistening in the late afternoon sun.  She took her sweater off and ran her hands through her hair shaking it loose.  She said “this sun makes it just warm enough for short sleeves but that wind does give you a chill.”  I instinctively said “let me warm you up.”  She walked up to me and turned back to the stream, confidently assuming I would embrace her.  I wrapped my arms around her and we gazed at the view.

The wind blew her hair into my face and the sweet smell was intoxicating.  Before thinking, I found myself nibbling at her neck.  She sighed and turned to me and kissed me fully.

She pulled back slightly and looked up devilishly at me and said perhaps it would be more comfortable behind that bush and followed with a wink and a pinch of my behind!  Without a reply from me she took my hand and led me to her destination.

Once there she shook off her shoes and shimmied out of her jeans in one fluid motion and then was at my collar unbuttoning my shirt.  Before I could really think we were both naked in the cool California air.  Her kiss was sweet and her embrace soft and her slow massage of my hips withher’s soon drove me crazy with passion.

I knelt down before her and plunged my face into her.  She sighed as my tongue entered her.  I turned her around and she lowered herself in front of me.  On her knees she grinded against me and reached back with her hand to pull me closer.  I guided her shoulders forward and slid my hard cock into her already wet pussy.  The sun glimmered off the sheen of perspiration forming on her back and the breeze against my chest was a welcome coolant as I felt like a machine moving in rhythm with her.  All the while I shuddered at the beauty of her silky Auburn hair contrasting with the her creamy soft skin.  It was exciting to see the shock waves pulsating through her hips as I thrust.  Soon we let out sighs in both exasperation and exaltation as we orgasmed together.

We fell forward in the soft sandy earth around that bush and adjacent to that stream.  For several moments we were just inanimate flesh in a heap of exhaustion.

Finally I had the energy to sit up.  I stared at her contented figure and finally said,

“So how do you feel?”

She replied with a grin, “meeeeeeowwwww.”

I grinned back and with a slight giggle said “Kat dear, somehow I knew you would say that!”

“At dusky sundown to her name they drink a round,
and to young Vandy who’s love was true.”

Here’s to you, Kat!

But don’t actually count on me being as faithful as young Vandy!  :)

Guest Post: In Praise of a Fast-Thinking Mistress

SomewhereMan had an interesting experience recently, and we are fortunate that he decided to write about it for us. It's amazing how truth is better than fiction, isn't it? Enjoy!

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It's 3 p.m. last week and my workday is about to take a serious jolt.

Here is the texting log.

Mistress:  Hi! What r u up to?  I have to head to the hockey game tonight.  A function that I signed up as part of the group I'm with.
Me: You at a table or in the suites?
Mistress: A suite, I believe.

Uh-oh.  This isn't good.  My wife will also be at the game.  In one of the suites.  We don't live in a gigantic city so our hockey arena only has four suites.

Crap.  Crap.  Crap.

And there's nothing I can really do.  Will today be the day of the Wife-Mistress face-to-face meeting.  I imagine Addison looking at Meredith Grey at the airport, saying, "so you're the slut who is screwing my husband."  I imagine Stalin-Churchill-Roosevelt at Yalta.  I imagine bad, bad things happening.

I'm stuck at work.  Wondering if today will be the big blowup.

I look around the office.  This is going to be an awful day.

Back to the text log.
Me: And which event are you going to?

She writes back that it WILL be the exact same event that my wife has to attend.  That means about 30 people will be in this 15 x 25 room.

Here is the backstory: the mistress and I had been "fully intimate" for two months by this point.  Best sex of my life...without question.  Even to the point where we are both considering leaving our marriages to start a life together.

And it may entirely backfire at a stinkin' hockey game.

The angle here is that wife once found a pic of mistress on one of my email accounts.  She knows what mistress looks like.  It wasn't a racy pic but one that I forgot to delete.  (I know, I know...)

Me: Well, I'm not sure what to tell you.  I'm not going to say 'don't go to this'.  That's not my place.  Any thoughts on this?
Mistress:  I HAVE to go.  I signed up for it.
Mistress (five minutes later): I have an idea.  Will tell you about it later.

Now I'm sweating, flowing with stress, two hours later.  Then I get an email.
From the mistress.

I click on the attachment.

My platinum-blonde girlfriend walks out of her salon... with chestnut brown hair and glasses.

Mistress: Sorry I'm not blonde anymore.
Me: Holy smokes.  How much did that run you?
Mistress: $75
Me: I'll gladly pay that.

Mistress and wife spent an hour in the same room, within a few feet of each other.  Mistress didn't need to offer her "fake name" to wife since mistress tried to avoid eye contact.

Gotta say...I was impressed with the Mistress's quick thinking.

Author's Note: Mistress dumped my prowlin' ass this morning.  Maybe I should've paid her more... :)

Friday Fantasy - A Florida Keys Tale (A Guest Post by Ryan Beaumont)

Billy Crystal was mostly correct in that movie when he said men and women can never really be friends.  It’s hard and typically the guy is at least thinking about sex but sometimes when the girl is really cool and makes sure that friendship is the only thing on the menu it can be good.  And so it was with Meredith and me.  She was a fraternity little sister, a co-worker, and just and all around friend.

Of course, what can help that old male/female platonic friendship is a good looking female roommate!  But let me set the stage a bit first.

Meredith, as I said, was a fun person to be around.  The only thing more fun than being with Meredith was being around her and her 2 best friends and roommates Maggie and Melinda (yep 3 M’s).  They had another roommate Julia but she was not around as much.  She was even better looking than Meredith but I really never got to know her that well early on.

One spring break my 3 M’s were going down to the Florida Keys.  Meredith asked me if I wanted to go.  I think they needed a Sugar Daddy/chaperone.  I guess I would be the muscle and provide needed cash flow.  Although I was still in school I had a great job that made very good tips.  Bringing down $20K/year doesn’t sound like much now but back then and in school that was some serious cash.  And if this was what it meant to be taken advantage of then I surely didn’t mind.  And oh btw – Julia was going as well.

What I found out also is that I was designated driver for much of that overnight 18 hour haul down to Sugarloaf Key.  But that was OK, Julia ended up sitting shot gun for a lot of the way and I found we had a lot in common and we started to connect.

Once we got to the Keys we checked into our camp site.  Yes, camping with 4 women, I think I forgot to say that!  I can’t stand to be sedentary so the first thing on my to-do list was to go on a short run.  I ran down a road heading east from the camp site and away from RT 1.  About a mile down the road I came upon a washed out bridge.  I didn’t think much of it and decided to turn back to catch up to my girls.

That night we had a great time at Margaritaville, Sloppy Joe’s and several other places.  Julia turned out to be pretty enchanting after a few drinks.  For the first time I saw this wild, untamed, adventurous, yet alluring soul behind those pretty blue eyes and wavy blonde hair.

She and I bought a bottle of George de Boeuf Beaujolais Village on the way home.  There was a boat dock near the camp site and we polished off that bottle while stowing away on one of those nice boats.  It was exquisite; my arm around a beautiful girl and looking up at the stars with a warm breeze in our face.  And yes her lips were sweet with the flavor of the wine and her body was soft and moved approvingly to my caresses. Unfortunately, the 3 M’s found us and wanted us to join the party so I had to push pause on this little fantasy for now.

The next afternoon I suggested a walk with Julia.  She was A OK with it and we ventured down that little road bearing to the east.  Julia was gorgeous.  Her wavy bleach blond hair was pulled back with a scrunchie and her blue eyes were striking against the canvass of a thin white cotton tank top and tight faded and torn blue jean shorts.

This time at the bridge I decided to venture forward.  We waded across the little creek (just about 20 yards) to the other side and continued our walk.  The road was very secluded and eventually ended at a thick cluster of brush and trees with the water’s edge of Sugarloaf Sound just visible.

Julia shouted out “awesome, we’re in there” and sprinted forward toward the water, I loved her enthusiasm.  I was close behind.  Julia ran straight up to her knees into the water.  I walked up to her side.

I said, “I wish I had brought my suit, this looks like a great place to swim.”

Julia then turned and walked back to the beach.   I did a double take when she started pulling off her tank top as she walked away from me, revealing her naked back.  Just past the water she bent over and pulled off her tight jean shorts dropping them next to the tank top beside her and revealing long sleek legs running up to her gorgeous round and tight ass.

She turned to me a stated with a sly smile “we’re skinny dipping!”

She confidently pranced right past me and out deeper into the water.  Just past me she turned slightly and said “if you don’t join me I’m leaving right now!”

I swallowed hard and then walked back to the beach and took off my clothes.  I was a little embarrassed because my cock was fully extended.  I walked briskly into the water hoping to get waist deep ASAP.  I looked up and Julia was looking at me like a lioness eyeing an Antelope.

She swam out ahead of me but I caught her.   She splashed at me in a feigned attempt to escape but I didn’t let her.  I had been a lifeguard and I was thinking some of those rescue moves might be very sexy now.

We were about 20 yards out now.  I could still stand but she could not.  She put her arms around my shoulders and wrapped her legs around my waist.  I could feel the outline of her body around my waist and against my cock.

She kissed me hard forcing her tongue into my mouth.  We kissed deeply.

But then I heard the rumbling sound of a plane overhead.  It was one of those ad planes that fly low down the beach advertising towels and boogie boards, etc.

Julia laughed; I got the idea that she would have no problem fucking me right there with the whole world to see.  But, she was a nice girl and I think she realized that I was a bit shy so she nodded when I said “maybe we should get into some cover.”

So I carried her back to shore with her body draped around mine, my dick almost rubbing itself into her by water’s edge.  I set her down and we both shuffled over to the trees.  She turned and we kissed for what seemed an eternity.  I started kissing my way down her body; across her breasts and then down to her pussy.  I worked my tongue over her clit and into her.  Her left leg was over my shoulder and supported by my forearm.  I moved my left hand up the back of her leg and settled onto her soft behind.  I heard her sigh.  I looked up briefly; she was leaning against the tree that hid us from view, back arched and hands rubbing her breasts.

This was wonderful but I was aching to be inside of her.  I stood up and kissed her some more.  I moved my cock between her legs; she was so wet I could easily be in her quickly.

I whispered to her “I wish we had a towel; it’s a bit sandy here.”

Julia looked up and right into my eyes and said “we don’t need a towel babe.”

She slowly rotated around and started grinding her ass into me.  I gasped as I looked down on her warm wet body in front of me. 

I lowered myself onto my knees.  Julia’s ass was right in front of me now as she swayed back and forth.

I slid my hands around her bottom and over to her pussy and then up to her breasts.  I pulled her down to me.  She was now on her knees in front of me her back to my chest.  She tilted her head back exposing her long and lovely neck as if to invite me to a feast.  I did and our tongues probed one another as I grabbed her breasts tight.   I gave her a slight bite on the shoulder and neck and she squealed gently. I then leaned back slightly moving my hands to her shoulders.   I slowly guided her shoulders forward until she was on all fours in front of me.  My hands slipped from her shoulders, down her spine, and to her hips.  As I caressed her hips I pushed my cock into her.

She gasped out “yessss, owwww yesssss yessssss.”

The sensation was intoxicating.  Feeling my cock inside her was wonderful but what sent me over the edge was the feeling of her soft body pressing rhythmically against my pelvis and the inside of those lithe legs against my thighs.

I would love to say this lasted for a long time.  But soon I felt the pulsation followed by the wetness of Julia’s organism.  Her sighs and the site of her ass jiggling at my thrust quickly brought out an orgasm so hard that the tingling in all my extremities hurt.  It was like that big plunge down the hill on a roller coaster.

We both gasped and fell forward in a heap of wet post sex flesh.

--Ryan Beaumont

The Best Little Half Pill in My World - A Guest Post by SomewhereMan

I called the CVS on Friday, freaking out.

"Yeah, er...um...I had a prescription for Levitra a few months back.  Is it still there?"

After some rustling of papers, I hear the pharmacist say, "yes, we can fill it for up to 12 months."

I sigh in relief.  This may be my last shot at saving Debbie.

"I'll take 3 of the 10mg pills."

"That'll be $62.47.  See you in an hour."

All because I had "fizzled out" with the most beautiful woman I've ever been able to get naked in my 35+ years on the planet.  Two days before, Debbie and I had three hours in a hotel room.  Sure, she came multiple times, thanks to my tongue and hands but, as I was so damn nervous, I couldn't get "hard enough" for what she really wanted.

"I want you inside of me," she begged that day.

Crap!  This again?!?  Back in June, my incident with "Charlotte" (for the dear readers of the blog I destroyed five weeks ago) led to my blogging in the first place.  A "dead dick" pained me greatly.  I lost Charlotte forever because I was too nervous.

And now I was losing Debbie.  She no longer texted me with the words "sexy" or "miss you" or "I want to be with you right now".  Since Wednesday, it had been more on a "friend" level.  I would write something sexual to her and get a "friendly" response...not the "wish I could suck your whole shaft and swallow your cum while looking into your eyes".

She told me that I was more than just a hard cock to her.  She was "into me" for the whole person I was...
only, with my Limp Bizkit on Wednesday, we both knew that wasn't 100% true.

Thus, Friday night, I picked up the Levitra...desperate to "Save Debbie".

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While reading over the side effects, I decided for a "self test" on Saturday night.  Wife was asleep.  Kids were long since out. 

I'm on the couch downstairs, watching college football.  (Hey, college football stimulates me, especially when the team I am backing is covering the spread).  I break off a 10mg pill in half for my suggested 5mg dose.

Wait twenty minutes. 

Start touching myself.

I had a missile for a cock within 4 or 5 minutes. 

Without touching it, the "Cock Missile" stayed...full-size... "18 years old with no dick control" (thanks, Eddie Murphy) size. 

Ah, what the hell, I thought, stroking it before hitting a climax during the Colorado-Hawai'i game. 

Best part?  The missile stayed hard... after the climax.

For 14 hours from when I swallowed the "half pill", I had four rock-solid erections.  Of course, my wife - who has no idea about the Levitra - wanted no part of me.

I was ready for Debbie.

I had texted her on Saturday, telling her I had a "surprise" for her and that I thought we would both enjoy it.  We set a date... Wednesday morning.  My house.  I told her I'd need an hour for her to experience it.

On Tuesday, I decided to go shop for this "surprise".  Found a sexy babydoll nightie for her.  That would be her "surprise"...before, hopefully, I'd have a real surprise.

Then a shocking text nearly gave me a heart attack.

"Hey!" Debbie writes.  "I've come some time right now (Tuesday morning).  Can I come over for my present?  Say...30 minutes?"

Holy crap.

I walk out to the secret hiding space where I keep my "now" 2 1/2 Levitra pills.  (empty plastic bag, unmarked). 

After I confirm that I'll see her in a half hour, I gulp down a 5mg half-tablet.  I debate whether to do the full 10.  Nope...stick with the 5.

I know that...as I am in the shower, doing a scrub down, that -- if I'm not hard and "ready for sex", she'll dump me before the afternoon.

THAT is pressure.

I drive to pick up her favorite coffee (that is my trademark whenever we meet -- I hate coffee but she loves it when I listen and pay attention).  All the way, I'm terrified.  Terrified of a Charlotte Redux.  The disappointment of a cock that won't stir, no matter how turned on I am.

Also...there's this.

I never mentioned that I already jerked off two hours before.  Ugh.  That's right.  I "rotated the crops", thinking of Debbie and our scheduled encounter for Wednesday.

Damn.

We meet at our assigned "business park" location as she pulls her ride next to mine. 

Author's Note:  This is another tricky element as I am breaking SO many of Kat's rules here.  Debbie & I go to the same church.  We live in the same neighborhood and, oh yeah, our kids know each other and, yes, we often give each other incredible climaxes in our basements.  At least the church "thing" has been worked out -- it's a megachurch and I go in the right entrance, she goes in the left.  I've "nodded" at her husband before in passing...

In the minutes before she pulls up, I do a "self-test".  I touch my cock to see if the Levitra is kicking in.  A little bit -- not on size but on sensation.  Something is happening in there -- it's not "growing" but it is feeling more sensitive.  Sigh... this is it.

As always, Debbie looks amazing.  White summer dress.  Black top, low-cut in front and sleeveless.  Form fitting.  Her hair is blonde, her skin is bronze from the summer sun.  Debbie is 42 but has a six-pack of abs from working out every single day.

I have no business being with this woman.

Here is why I am also so skittish.  We've been "dating" for two months.  She's dumped me six times -- often out of guilt and ALWAYS by email.  Each morning, when I wake up, I check my email before I check the texts...  If I get an email from her with "no subject"... then I'm getting dumped.  Yet, each time, within 48 hours, she texts me that she misses me...

And the cycle continues.

Yet on this day, Debbie hops into my car, with her awesome smile.  I hand her the deluxe coffee and off we drive.  Three blocks later, we're at my house as I open the garage, closing it immediately after we pull in.

I'm not sure what will happen.  I'm sensing that I am not going to get dumped right "here and now".  She walks inside and I start kissing her.  I can tell from her kiss that, no, I may be dropped tomorrow or by the weekend but...not today.

I walk over to the computer and play Chicago's "Hard Habit to Break", our inside joke of her dumping me about every 10 days.

As I return to kiss her, I'm rock hard. 

Thank you, Levitra.

I deviate from our usual pattern -- of me going down on her for her first climax before I start worrying about myself.  I have the Cock Missile on this fine day.

She reaches down.

"Whoa!" she says.  "Let's take advantage of this!"

Within thirty seconds, our clothes are off... the Trojan is on...and "we're off".

I put her on "all fours" and enter from behind.  I glide into her wet walls... savoring the first thrust...shocked that I'm even here - with a hard, full-size (and even wide) cock.  Not sure the last time I was *this* hard.

As she bucks, swirling her sexy, size 4 hips over my lucky and throbbing cock, I feel a weird sense of calm overtake me.  This is the man I used to be...back when I was a "boy", really...a college kid who would go to sleep six nights a week by having mind-blowing sex with my "law school girlfriend".  EVERY night, I'd go out drinking...and every night...she'd be studying and stressing...and then we'd release it all in her apartment.

This hour with Debbie had the same feeling - the same pawing of joy, of sex, of being close.

Yet I had to temper myself, even as I watched and felt her climax three minutes into me fucking her from behind. 

I wanted to tell this woman everything I felt about her...but I couldn't.  I didn't want to scare her.  She had mentioned, last week, a fear of feelings for me seeping in.  We had "agreed" a month before... no intercourse, no feelings, no strings attached.

Yeah... like we could stick to that.

I had never felt as close to a woman as I did today.. thank you, Levitra. :)

After her peak, I slid off to my side, spooning her, with my still hard cock pumping inside of her.  This went on for another ten minutes of pumping and fucking... then I had her go on top to ride me.

I watched her tan, beautiful body ride my "still hard" cock.  The joy pulsating throughout her body as I guided her to a second climax... with the thumb-on-clit, cock-in-pussy lunch combo.

Then as she collapsed onto me, her blonde hair tickling my cheek, that was the time to look into her eyes and say, "I love you, Debbie"... but I didn't.

I couldn't scare her.  No matter how much I wanted to say it.  :)

All in all, the Levitra-laden cock made it 27 minutes before I finally pulled out for good and she took my "somewhat hard" little guy for a wide blowjob ride before I fired burst...after burst...after burst all over the back of her mouth.

How did I know 27 minutes?  Seven songs on the playlist :)  27 minutes.

One more time, everybody.... "Thank You, Levitra."

As we lay in each other's arms, once I was all cleaned up, we talked a little about the rest of our day.  My index finger dancing about her bare, tan mound where she was all "waxed". 

With a final kiss, she said, "I've got ten minutes before I have to go."

I kissed her again.

"Stay here," I commanded as I opened up her legs.  "You're leaving here with a smile."

And my tongue slid along her clit and inside her pussy lips as I fired up her engine for a final trip to Satisfactiontown.

As I drove her back to her car, we held hands but still lacked the closeness we had enjoyed two weeks before.

Maybe she's getting scared at what's happening between us.  I know I am a little bit as well.

I would move up my "date of escape" to try and make it work with Debbie.  I am that "into her".

In the five hours from when we said goodbye to when I wrote this note, her texts have fallen off.  Very "clinical".  Very much a friend.

Sure, I'll probably get dumped soon...again.

However, I'm fine with it.  At least, unlike Charlotte, it won't be because I had a Limp Bizkit... that's for damn sure.

- SomewhereMan

More on Confidence - A Guest Post from SomewhereMan

Since it was a conversation with SomewhereMan that inspired my post on Confidence and Attraction, I thought it fitting that I should ask him to share his thoughts on the topic to give you a male perspective on confidence. As always, he's right on point. :-)

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Confidence and men should go together like Captain and Tenille, at least when it comes to attraction and attention from women.

We always hear it from females: "I want a man with a great sense of humor."  That doesn't mean they want Steve Martin with an arrow in his head or Gallagher smashing watermelons.

It really means:  We want a confident man.

A man who can make us laugh.  Listen to us.  Take us from the valleys of our days and guide us to higher ground.

So much of a "confident man" comes from our life outside of the bedroom.  Mastery of whatever is important to us.  Maybe it's work.  Maybe it's being a top-notch father.  Maybe it's the ability to fix a broken down furnace or change the oil in a car.  Whatever it is doesn't really matter but, when a man feels confident, that also transfers into the bedroom.

A confident man is a horny man.

Don't believe it?

If you've ever been with a man who is unemployed or under-employed, how many times does he initiate sex?  Not as much as when he's got a good job.  That's just how we are wired.

Maybe women can compartmentalize in some elements but, for men, if our "real life" is going great, the confidence just follows.

Some "DO's" for men to stay confident.

•  Master Your Life.  You do this and everything falls into place.  I have, by no means, mastered my life, but my career is solid (as it can be in 2011, I suppose) and my parenting skills are above reproach.  Those are the two major elements of my life.  The confidence that gives me resonates off of me, say, when I'm playing with my kids at the pool or even at the grocery store.  I live life with a layer of fun throughout and people notice this. 
• Stand Tall When Walking Into a Room.  Women notice this.  When I walk into a room for a meeting, I'm standing tall, shoulders back, an easy smile for everyone in the room.  I'll make eye contact with a few people right away.  Usually it'll be the CEO, a mid-level manager and, possibly, an attractive female co-worker as I sit down.  Then, for the rest of the meeting, I'll make eye contact with everyone else.  It's not creepy but an "I know I'm what I'm doing" glance.
• Be Ready to Chat.  Maybe this is part of what I do.  I spent my workdays often surrounded by very attractive women.  In other words, I don't work in a Schlitz factory in Milwaukee.  I talk to these women the same way I would talk to sloppy guys with their bellies hanging over their belts.  Beautiful women are used to being fawned over.  Just talk to them like they're people first.  Fawn over them in the bedroom.
• Exercise.  If you can, get out and go running or lift some weights.  Do it for 10 days and your body will look tighter.  This helps with "walking tall" in the world. 

 Now for the DON'Ts.

•  Don't Just Have One Act...Have a "Second Act".  As guys, we are excellent at trying to "close the deal", at the start of a relationship.  Most of us talk a great game but, what happens, after a week when the glow of a new woman is already fading?  Where she can sense your warts and imperfections?  Always keep another layer of confidence "in your back pocket" for those situations.  Perhaps, something else that you haven't mentioned.  If you have a good career and can cook, maybe show off your cooking skills after a week or so.
• Don't Be Desperate.  Women can sense desperation and that will never help with getting them in the place you want them.  Never.  I just got "dumped" today, in fact.  But that's okay.  I knew it was probably going to happen.  Instead of flipping out, I wish her well and don't make a big deal out of it.  A few days ago, I took a different "tact" with her, knowing that she would probably want to break away.  I let her know that I look forward to getting older (unlike her).  Why?  My words: "When I'm 40, I'll have a great career, still have my hair and I take care of myself.  I certainly won't be hurting for options."  I give it a 50/50 shot that this woman reaches out to me this week. 
• Don't Think Talking Will Cure All.  We can all "gab and gab".  However, the real skill comes in listening and using those clues to become closer with a woman.  If you are in e-mail contact with a woman, scribble down what she likes/doesn't, what her family life is like and, my favorite, the best vacation she has ever taken.  Two months ago, I was juggling six women, via email (2 in real life and 4 on the virtual world).  I had a spreadsheet going with likes/dislikes... and, all of them, to a person, were impressed with how I "listened".  :)

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Be sure to visit SomewhereMan's blog, My One Wild Year.

Fantasy Friday - Another HOT Guest Post by SomewhereMan

SomewhereMan has been kind enough to share another amazing story with us for Fantasy Friday. Yes, it's long, but I guarantee you that it's worth every moment of your time, so settle in with your favorite cool drink and enjoy it.


SomewhereMan has also started his own blog! My One Wild Year is his account of his infidelity adventures. Please do yoruself a favor and take a look, then follow.

For now, enjoy this week Fantasy Friday post, set in Banff, Alberta.

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"I CAN'T HEAR YOU!" Kat shouted under the house music thumping, pulsating inside the night club.


Clark shook his head and glared back.  After all, everything he had to say was so damn important.  And always so urgent that she needed to hear it.


Actually, the fact that the beautiful Kat always listened and always cared was why he was so attracted to her.  Sure, her body was compatible with his and their lovemaking was always passionate, tight and aggressive but it was also tender and patient.


All of the times they had made love were never rushed...never quickies... a real challenge given their situations.


The beads of sweat had been dripping down the side of Clark's face for two hours.  He looked at his watch.  1:30 AM on Sunday morning after they had been dancin' at the Hoodoo Lounge (a real place), the hottest dance club in Banff, right off Caribou Street.  Strobe lights flickered and a steam machine blurred the room a bit.


Clark sighed and took a final lunge at her delicate ear.


"HEY!... DO YOU WANT TO GO!?!"


Kat rolled her eyes and shook her head 'no'.  She puckered her lips.


Clark leaned in and pushed, gently, his sweaty lips onto hers.  Kat's moist hands grabbed his sweaty cheek bones as their tongues mashed lightly.  With their eyes closed, K and C felt like the only two people on the dance floor, completely oblivious to the other 200 people crammed into this tiny room.


She now leaned in... "I want you...  NOW!"


Startled, Clark looked her in the eyes.  "HERE?"


Kat learned back in.  "I don't care where.  I want you...NOW.  MAKE IT HAPPEN!"


Author's Note.

Play the songs as you read the story...:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bfdt7Bd_urg



Kat and Clark had touched each other a little throughout the three hours at the Hoo Doo.  Yet they wanted the anticipation to build and to foster for when they would, finally, have their moment of satisfaction.


Clark had already burned through his four White Russians since they got there at 10 o'clock.  Enough for a slight buzz but not enough to take away from what he really wanted out of the night.  To feel her, to love her, to satisfy her, to make her toes curl... her insides hum... and her passion to overflow all throughout every cell of her very being.


Hearing Kat say that she wanted him now sent his brain into a flurry of activity.  What are my options?  Where could I take a woman this beautiful?  No, not to a bathroom for a quickie.  That is so 1985 and, besides, they don't do quickies.  Kat and Clark make love.  They do it right.   As Barry White said... "I'm gonna make ya feel... like ya wanna feel."


"LET'S GO.  TRUST ME!"  Clark called out to her, who flashed her traffic-stopping smile that told him... 'yeah, ya buffoon, I've been wet and ready for an hour now and I've watched you try and dance like you're all hot stuff'.


He reached out for Kat's welcome hand and guided her amid the mob of people jamming away.  Clark felt like the oldest dude in the joint but that was okay.


Clark glanced back at her, smiling with confidence in her black, sleeveless top, with silver accents. 


I'm the oldest dude but I've got my arms on the hottest girl in the joint.


Kat was so beautiful - curvy in all the right places - so confident and carried herself with such poise that she was so incredibly sexy.


They pushed out onto the sidewalk just as the rain drops of Banff pelted them. 


"Here," Clark said, peeling off his purple, long-sleeved dress shirt, revealing his navy blue t-shirt was, admittedly, was a bit drenched in sweat.  "Take my shirt."


"No, Sweetie," Kat said, shrugging it off.  "I don't need it."


"Please.  I insist.  We only have two blocks to the International.  Let's cool off for two blocks and I'll get you warm again.  I promise..."


Clark, guiding Kat with his hand, led her under the awnings on the street to shield them from the raindrops.  When they had to cross a street, they ran -- he in his size 15 black shoes and she in her size 6 heels.


The people on the street melted away in the final strides to their hotel.  The chills of the September wind blew through them, drying up the sweat that had built up from their hours of grooving at the Hoo Doo.


"The elevators are this way," Kat said, trying to pull Clark's hand to the right.


"We're not going to the elevators, Beautiful..."



A new song...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5STkndT8nfQ&feature=related

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"Why are we going to the pool?" Kat whined a little.  "Let's go upstairs and make love overlooking the city."


Clark stopped, in stride and looked her in the eye, in all serious.  "We'll do that.  In an hour.  But first... join me...as one."


He wanted to be all bold, after walking through the lobby, hand in hand to the pool area and open up one of the four small sauna rooms off the corridor that led to the pool. 


Clark reached the first one.  Locked.


Second one.  Locked.


Third one was slightly ajar.  Clark giggled the door and it opened, the light bulb still on.  "It's 2 in the morning.  Let's live a little..."


He closed the door, smiled at Kat, who placed her head on his shoulder.  "I'm so ready for you, sexy Clark," she cooed.


Clark took his left hand and, lightly, squeezed her chin, placing his lips on hers as they kissed, deeply, their hands starting to explore their bodies.  He felt her smooth skin, now with the sweat and the smoke from the club dried off.  The rain had washed it away.


He pulled himself away, hard as it was, for a second to twist the wall knob to get the sauna steam going.  They both could see the heat fogging up the glass door to, once again, give them the privacy they so craved -- just as Clark's hands were running over her chest, cupping her perfect, firm breasts underneath her bra.


Kat shot out a short breath as her insides were firing up and stirring again.  She reached down to run her hands underneath the waist line of his tight, leather pants.  Clark jumped up at the feeling of her squeezing his ass, her unpredictable hands sending all the blood into his body right to the growing bulge in his tight pants...


"Hot and Steamin' Kat, I must relax you.  I mean...totally relax you."


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Another song:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=yxoEo-q7cpk&feature=related

"Let me put my hand..." Clark said in his deep voice, placing a curious hand on her black, skintight

pants, right where her legs come together.  Warm...so warm.  "...right there."


With her eyes closed, Kat smirked and reached back to kiss him some more.  "I want to make you come like you've never come before.  Ever."


"But you know the rule, luv." Clark said.  "You come first."


"That is always such a turn on."


Clark peeled off her silver and black top, running his hands underneath her shiny, black bra to reveal those perfect breasts.  Now moving behind her, his growing shaft pressing against her backside, Clark rubbed the bottom of her breasts, offering a striking pinch to each nipple as he kissed her neck.  Clark felt her flawless, blonde hair -- and it smelled incredible -- flowing around his face, tickling a little bit but feeling oh...so right.


As he moved his tongue all over her neck and shoulders, teasing her breasts with his fingers, Clark crouched to offer Kat an unplanned back massage to work out any tension from the trip so far.  They had just gotten to Banff eight hours before and had not taken the proper time to make love like they wanted to. 


Now it was their time -- their moment...and Kat and Clark wanted the moment to feel like it was going to last forever.


His tongue slid down her spinal cord, finally stopping as his hands reached her tight pants.  He reached in, feeling her bare ass and peeled the pants down, almost like unrolling a knee-high sock.  He could already tell that Kat was so wet from the buildup that his tongue dropped to her inner left high, licking up...inch... by inch... until reaching the fabric of her moist, red thong. 


"Take it off with your teeth," Kat said as steam now filled the room from the sauna.


"Anything you like, Sweet K..."



Play THIS song...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PYEJFSsfEcs



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The steam from the sauna now made his clothes feel so restricting, almost like being claustrophobic.  But this was her moment.  He would wait.  Kat needed to get off first.


From his knees, Clark held on to her hips as he wheeled around to be in front of her.  Kissing just under her belly button, Clark ran his tongue down to meet the red fabric of her thong, just above her wet and ready pussy.


Holding on to the sides of the thong, his teeth grabbed the thong and he, slowly, pulled the thong off, tasting a glimpse of her pussy as the red fabric dropped to the floor.


She stood, all of her perfect frame, over him.  He looked up to see the steam filling the top half of the room.  Clark still had his t-shirt and pants on but Sweet C only wore her smile and her undeniable beauty.


With his hands cupping her ass, Clark guided his tongue to taste her pussy lips.  So hot, so open after hours of teasing, so tasty as her love juice was already overflowing.


He had captivated her, many times, with his tongue alphabet.  He would employ that tactic again.  Why not...she always came before he ever got to the letter 'V'.  His right hand left Kat's ass as he inserted an index finger inside of her.


"Oooohhhh," she grunted as the finger explored her tight circle .


"B".... "C".... "D".... the letters came, one after the other.  Kat's hands dug further and further into his skull, her sharp nails stimulating Clark even more.  He was rock hard now, knowing that, each time she grabbed his scalp, she was riding the waves of his stimulation.


"I'm going to come... I swear... I'm going to come," Kat said as Clark was stuck on 'H'.  He might not even have to get to "Q", the best letter of the tongue alphabet...  "Don't stop.  Just like that."


A second finger joined the first as the walls of her pussy grabbed the fingers, tightening them and then releasing... more tightening...and another release.  Kat stopped breathing for a few seconds before gasping for a deep breath.


She wouldn't last much longer now.  Kat lifted up her right foot to place it on the sauna bench, giving Clark a little more room for his tongue and fingers to help her moist region reach the climax she longed for.


"YES!" Sweet Kat screamed, pushing his collar bone as the come had finally arrived.  "OOOOOOHHHHHHHH..."


Her pussy exploding with the release, Clark tasted every drop that came out, savoring the taste, the scent and just how hot Kat was whenever she came. 


She finally started catching her breath again.  Clark pulled back and stood up, looking at her and kissing her tongue, with his... Kat had never felt as close to a man as she had at that exact moment.


"I want your cock in my mouth," Sweet Kat said.



A song..

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=j8P1JzIFf9g



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Clark peeled off his soaked shirt and took in one final look at Kat's naked, quivering and glistening body.  Sooo beautiful... he felt so lucky to be with her.  Especially like this.


Kat reached into his leather pants and pulled them down fast, like a kid at Christmas opening a present.  Now with his bulging cock at its full 7.75", she took his shaft into her mouth.  Tugging at the balls with one hand, she squeezed his base and her delectable and tasty tongue swirled over his shaft.


"You have no idea how this feels..." Clark moaned.


Maybe she did have some idea.  Clark always hoped that her orgasms were as satisfying as his.  Sexy Kat was a superb lover, giving but never afraid the receive the best.


After all of the anticipation, Clark knew he wouldn't last long either.  Not with a woman this beautiful bobbing and sucking him.  If he didn't do something about it, he would come in about 30 seconds.


"I'm ready," he said.  "Are you?"


Clark could stand there and let her lick him for hours, if only he could hold out.  But he just knew that wasn't going to happen...


"Put it in," she cooed.


She sat on the wooden bench, placing a towel for her comfort as he reached down to kiss her on the lips away.  Feeling her pussy with his fingers, he found it still moist and ready for his full-sized cock.


While kissing her and holding one of her hands, Clark eased his dick into her quivering pussy, guiding it all the way in to even feel her back walls.  Mmmmmmm... what a feeling.  Now this was where he could stay for an hour.


He swirled his cock inside of her, hitting all of the passion points in her pussy.  Kat's front teeth bit her bottom lip with each thrust as he felt her "lower lips" wrap around his cock so tight.  Dang, she was tight...always.  And it felt so good.


The buildup was already growing in his cock as his love juice had flowed out of his balls into the base of his cock.  Think about something else, Clark tried to tell himself.  Something else.


"This better than watching the Giants, Kat?"


"Yeah..." she moaned.


"Better than the 49ers?"


"Oh Yeah..."


"Especially when Steve Young was under center?"


"Oh...yeah..." she begged.


That brought him some more time.


"May I go behind you?" Clark asked.


"DO IT NOW!" Sweet K said back.


Clark got up, still with a full-sized erection and with a hand to guide Kat up to her feet.  She stood in front of him before bending over to reach the bench.  Clark reached in and spread her ass cheeks, with care, so allow his cock to offer them both maximum pleasure.


"OOOHHH," they both groaned as his dick filled her pussy from behind.


Clark looked down at this most spectacular site.  She had a perfect ass and she was allowing him to rub up against it, with each thrust.  He kept one hand on her left hip for guidance and let the other fingers play with her clit, on a reach around...even playing around with her delicate ass. 


By now, Clark was driving with his shaft like a tender jackhammer, with a consistent pace.


In...


Out...


In...


Out...


It was as if they were not only exchanging love but also the sweat of the steamy sauna brought them together as one.  The buildup was growing once again, from his base to the shaft.


"Ride me, Hot Kat...ride me..."


"I thought...you'd...never ask," Kat shouted before grabbing her hair.


Clark laid down on the floor, unable to even see the ceiling tiles because of the steam.  Kat smiled at him and eased her hot pussy on top of his erect cock.  They kept eye contact as she started riding him.


Her hands on his chest and one of his fingers rubbed her clit in the same rhythm of their thrusting.  Now Sweet K controlled the tempo, riding up and down...up and down.


"Oh, I'm going to come again," Kat said.


Yes, it was time for her "one moment in time".  A second climax...which was good as Clark had been on the brink of coming for so, so long.


He felt her walls quiver on his cock as he reached her second zenith of the evening.  His own orgasm had now built up, all the way, in his tip.  He was going to come all over.  No going back now.  Not at all.


Kat took a deep, post-climax breath and smiled, looking deep into his eyes.


"Just a few more seconds," Clark said.


"I want to watch you come."


Sexy Kat slid off his cock and reached down to stroke it with her hand.  She sucked on the tip and could feel all of the come about to finally get released.


Pulling her mouth out, she could tell that Clark was about to explode all over the room.


His orgasm was powerful, the first burst shooting about two feet into the air and the next six bursts spilling all over her hand and his chest.


She giggled as it was now Clark's turn to try and catch his breath.  Kat licked some of the come off his the well-worn head of his shrinking cock. 


"That tickles!" Clark said with a playful hint of "do whatever you want, hot Kat.  You're so beautiful.".


Kat edged up and collapsed on his chest, kissing his lips.


"We can just stay here tonight.  Forget the room."