I had sex last Sunday with Norma and then on Tuesday and Wednesday this week with two different women. On Thursday, a couple of days ago, I sat next to a very beautiful young African woman at breakfast. She was pretty, had a fantastic figure, was beatifully dressed and a wonderful personality. I wanted her badly. My throat went dry and I had a knot on my stomach. My state of arousal was acute and I could think of nothing else other than screwing that young woman. A dry throat and knot in my stomach are my usual symptoms. When it gets to that stage, I just have to do something about it.
I had to go back to my hotel room and masturbate. One would think that sex three or four times a week is enough to stop my lust from getting too much of a hold on me, but that isn't the case. I was powerless to stop the urge.
On average, I masturbate a couple of times a week. There have been occasions when I've done it three or four times in a day. For me, masturbation is a pleasure. It isn't a substitute for sex, but a supplement. However, if sex was available on tap, as it were, I would choose it over masturbation, any day.
Saturday, 30 August 2008
Friday, 29 August 2008
Incest
I am blessed by the fact that my desires are for adult women who aren't in my family. I put the heading 'Incest' not because I am into that, but because I want to tell you where the natural boundaries are for my desire. If I force myself for one moment to think of the concept of incest, I feel genuinely nauseous. It's not just that I don't have those temptations, but that such thoughts are repulsive.
My revulsion goes even beyond that. My son is married to a stunningly beautiful young woman in her 30s - Let's call her Michelle. One of my lovers is considerably younger than her, but I have never had the slightest lustful though in Michelle's direction. She is family. When my children were in their late teens and their young women friends came to the house, I never had lustful thoughts about them either.
It seems that I have natural boundaries. These boundaries aren't constructed consciously. They are just there. It puzzles me why some people have such boundaries and others don't. It puzzles me, too, why even those with boundaries might have them drawn differently. For a number of years I have been having sex with women who are as old as or even younger than my children, but if they were my children's friends, I just couldn't do it. My psyche mystifies me, because I have had affairs with three women who had been friends with my wife. If they had been friends of my children, it would have been taboo.
Where are your boundaries? Would you consider sex with your son or daughter's spouse? If you are younger would you consider sex with your partner's mother, father, brother or sister? If you have a son or daughter, would you like to make it with one of their friends? Why not contribute to the blog and tell us all.
My revulsion goes even beyond that. My son is married to a stunningly beautiful young woman in her 30s - Let's call her Michelle. One of my lovers is considerably younger than her, but I have never had the slightest lustful though in Michelle's direction. She is family. When my children were in their late teens and their young women friends came to the house, I never had lustful thoughts about them either.
It seems that I have natural boundaries. These boundaries aren't constructed consciously. They are just there. It puzzles me why some people have such boundaries and others don't. It puzzles me, too, why even those with boundaries might have them drawn differently. For a number of years I have been having sex with women who are as old as or even younger than my children, but if they were my children's friends, I just couldn't do it. My psyche mystifies me, because I have had affairs with three women who had been friends with my wife. If they had been friends of my children, it would have been taboo.
Where are your boundaries? Would you consider sex with your son or daughter's spouse? If you are younger would you consider sex with your partner's mother, father, brother or sister? If you have a son or daughter, would you like to make it with one of their friends? Why not contribute to the blog and tell us all.
Wednesday, 27 August 2008
Picking up Women
My career takes me away from home often. Now, with the internet, it's possible to fix myself up in advance with a woman to bed wherever I travel. Having said that, I'm not always successful. I'm away from home at the moment in a part of the country I visit often. Yesterday, I made a three-hour round trip to have sex with Wendy, but didn't find it satisfying, as explained in the previous posting. I used to have a regular lover in this part of the world, but she fell in love with me and gave me an ultimatum - leave Norma or we finish. I'm still on the lookout for a replacement. The internet is my best option, but before the days of the internet, I occasionally had success in picking up women in my hotel, bars or even once in San Francisco, on the street, and no, she wasn't a sex worker.
I want to share with you how I make an approach. There might be some women who would respond to a direct question: Do you want a shag?' but most would run a mile. An incremental approach has worked for me. It usually means that I get a 'no' at an early stage, but then I can look for another woman. Let me tell you about the Wendy I picked up in San Francisco. I know that city reasonably well and knew that the Anglican cathedral was behind me about 400 yards. I was walking away from it. A woman was walking towards me. I asked her the way to the cathedral. She told me what I already knew: it wasn't in the direction I was walking but in the direction she was walking. It seemed natural that I would chat to her while we were both heading that way.
I told her that I was new in town and asked her what places I should visit. In fact, we chatted for at least five minutes outside the cathedral. I then invited her for a coffee which she accepted, to my surprise. In this incremental approach, I could have been told that she had no idea where the catherdral was. She might have been about to turn off route before we got chatting and she might have refused a coffee.
Over coffee, I invited her to dinner that night. At the dinner table, I took hold of her hand. She could have recoiled and no real offence would have been taken. When were were holding hands, I became direct, but again, in a way that would not make her run if she didn't want what I offered. I looked into her eyes and said something like, 'It's strange, but I've only just met you and I have an irresistible urge to kiss you.' It sounds cringingly corny, but it did the trick.
She was coy and blushed, but I felt her hand grip mine more tightly. I did kiss her after dinner on the street outside the restaurant. Half an hour later, we were in bed. I regret not even exchanging phone numbers with her, but next morning, we parted and she became just a memory.
That was a success story, but there have been countless failures. I'll tell you about another successful pick-up tomorrow.
I want to share with you how I make an approach. There might be some women who would respond to a direct question: Do you want a shag?' but most would run a mile. An incremental approach has worked for me. It usually means that I get a 'no' at an early stage, but then I can look for another woman. Let me tell you about the Wendy I picked up in San Francisco. I know that city reasonably well and knew that the Anglican cathedral was behind me about 400 yards. I was walking away from it. A woman was walking towards me. I asked her the way to the cathedral. She told me what I already knew: it wasn't in the direction I was walking but in the direction she was walking. It seemed natural that I would chat to her while we were both heading that way.
I told her that I was new in town and asked her what places I should visit. In fact, we chatted for at least five minutes outside the cathedral. I then invited her for a coffee which she accepted, to my surprise. In this incremental approach, I could have been told that she had no idea where the catherdral was. She might have been about to turn off route before we got chatting and she might have refused a coffee.
Over coffee, I invited her to dinner that night. At the dinner table, I took hold of her hand. She could have recoiled and no real offence would have been taken. When were were holding hands, I became direct, but again, in a way that would not make her run if she didn't want what I offered. I looked into her eyes and said something like, 'It's strange, but I've only just met you and I have an irresistible urge to kiss you.' It sounds cringingly corny, but it did the trick.
She was coy and blushed, but I felt her hand grip mine more tightly. I did kiss her after dinner on the street outside the restaurant. Half an hour later, we were in bed. I regret not even exchanging phone numbers with her, but next morning, we parted and she became just a memory.
That was a success story, but there have been countless failures. I'll tell you about another successful pick-up tomorrow.
Post Orgasmic Depression
I'm working away from home this week and have been feeling very horny. I get so turned on at times that I find it hard to concentrate. I just have to have sex. One of my lovers lives about an hour and a quarter from where I'm staying, so I phoned her last night.
She was as desperate for it as I. I drove over to see her this morning. barely was I through the front door and we were locked in embrace and deep French kissing. the sex was fast and furious. She orgasmed three times in ten minutes and urged me to cum quickly, which I did. After a quick shower, I was bundled out of the house - her daughter was on her way round. I can't have been in the house more than 20 minutes.
When I orgasmed, I felt an almost instant depression. This occasionally happens. When sex is good, with a woman I really fancy, I am on a high for hours after an orgasm, but Wendy didn't have that effect. The psychology interests me. Why should I be on a high sometimes and at other times feel a tad depressed?
It seems to be because I don't really fancy Wendy very much. Nice woman though she is, she really isn't my type. She's just a good shag. Putting this down in the blog has helped me to make a decision: I will be less ready to have sex with Wendy or other women whom I don't particularly fancy in future. It's rich of me to say it, but I think the mild depression is because I have cheapened sex by going with a woman simply because she has somewhere where I can put my cock. Let's see if my resolve holds. I do get desperate at times. I'll keep you informed.
Now, my readers, if you value this blog, please try to find ways to recommend it. There is only a tiny handful of readers... so let's try to get the ratings up, pls...
She was as desperate for it as I. I drove over to see her this morning. barely was I through the front door and we were locked in embrace and deep French kissing. the sex was fast and furious. She orgasmed three times in ten minutes and urged me to cum quickly, which I did. After a quick shower, I was bundled out of the house - her daughter was on her way round. I can't have been in the house more than 20 minutes.
When I orgasmed, I felt an almost instant depression. This occasionally happens. When sex is good, with a woman I really fancy, I am on a high for hours after an orgasm, but Wendy didn't have that effect. The psychology interests me. Why should I be on a high sometimes and at other times feel a tad depressed?
It seems to be because I don't really fancy Wendy very much. Nice woman though she is, she really isn't my type. She's just a good shag. Putting this down in the blog has helped me to make a decision: I will be less ready to have sex with Wendy or other women whom I don't particularly fancy in future. It's rich of me to say it, but I think the mild depression is because I have cheapened sex by going with a woman simply because she has somewhere where I can put my cock. Let's see if my resolve holds. I do get desperate at times. I'll keep you informed.
Now, my readers, if you value this blog, please try to find ways to recommend it. There is only a tiny handful of readers... so let's try to get the ratings up, pls...
Tuesday, 26 August 2008
Sex in the Office
You will have heard me say that I don't mix sex and work. That isn't entirely accurate. I once gave a big come-on to my p.a. of that time. I fell flat on my face and she turned me down. From then on, she sent me emails about how to find willing women, but she wasn't one of the willing ones.
I had a huge problem. I now didn't know how to call her to book when she had made a blunder. I felt she had a hold on me. She didn't ever try to extort anything - it was just a feeling that she might. She knew something about me and I felt so uncomfortable.
But (never begin a sentence with 'and' 'so' 'but' or 'because') but, but I should say that I have had sex in the office, but never with one of my staff. It seems only yesterday, but I had a few brief encounters with a gorgeous woman who was married to a police inspector. One night, she came to see me after the staff had gone home.
It was fantastic. The only position was over the desk, from behind. Then Ann, from Fife, a nurse, used to finish an overnight shift at the local teaching hospital. I got into the office early and suffered the indignity of carpet burns on my knees.
I can't remember quite how many, but I have had sex with perhaps six or eight of my lovers in the office.
And (now don't begin a sentence with 'and') and I hope there may be many more. Offers, please?
I had a huge problem. I now didn't know how to call her to book when she had made a blunder. I felt she had a hold on me. She didn't ever try to extort anything - it was just a feeling that she might. She knew something about me and I felt so uncomfortable.
But (never begin a sentence with 'and' 'so' 'but' or 'because') but, but I should say that I have had sex in the office, but never with one of my staff. It seems only yesterday, but I had a few brief encounters with a gorgeous woman who was married to a police inspector. One night, she came to see me after the staff had gone home.
It was fantastic. The only position was over the desk, from behind. Then Ann, from Fife, a nurse, used to finish an overnight shift at the local teaching hospital. I got into the office early and suffered the indignity of carpet burns on my knees.
I can't remember quite how many, but I have had sex with perhaps six or eight of my lovers in the office.
And (now don't begin a sentence with 'and') and I hope there may be many more. Offers, please?
What turns me on
Apologies to my readers. I took Norma away for the long weekend and could find no privacy to write a posting. We had some glorious sex on Sunday at the hotel.
Now, men get turned on by lots of things in connection with women. I’m going to tell you what I find arousing, but let me begin by telling you of one lover in particular. Frances and I were lovers some 20 years ago. After lots of foreplay, Frances went into the bath room. She came out wearing a basque, stockings and suspenders. She had bought the basque simply to please me. I get very touched when I woman goes that extra mile to please me. However, basques are just too contrived for me.
Of course, I get more turned on by a woman who is nicely dressed. Stockings and suspenders can be a turn on, but aren’t a prerequisite by any means.
My ideal woman is intelligent, nicely dressed, and nicely spoken, with a warm personality. It makes little difference if the underwear is Mark’s and Spencer’s or Anne Summers. Mind you, yesterday, I saw a woman from behind, in a tight pair of jeans. She had a gorgeous bum. I had to distract myself or else an erection would have been visible.
Sorry for such a short posting – lots of work to catch up on here in the office. Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about my sexual exploits here at work.
Now, men get turned on by lots of things in connection with women. I’m going to tell you what I find arousing, but let me begin by telling you of one lover in particular. Frances and I were lovers some 20 years ago. After lots of foreplay, Frances went into the bath room. She came out wearing a basque, stockings and suspenders. She had bought the basque simply to please me. I get very touched when I woman goes that extra mile to please me. However, basques are just too contrived for me.
Of course, I get more turned on by a woman who is nicely dressed. Stockings and suspenders can be a turn on, but aren’t a prerequisite by any means.
My ideal woman is intelligent, nicely dressed, and nicely spoken, with a warm personality. It makes little difference if the underwear is Mark’s and Spencer’s or Anne Summers. Mind you, yesterday, I saw a woman from behind, in a tight pair of jeans. She had a gorgeous bum. I had to distract myself or else an erection would have been visible.
Sorry for such a short posting – lots of work to catch up on here in the office. Tomorrow, I’ll tell you about my sexual exploits here at work.
Friday, 22 August 2008
Sex In Different Cultures
Hommo Sapiens began a migration out of the East African Rift Valley around 120,000 years ago and spread around the world. During that migration, discrete races evolved. Before I experienced intimacy with women from different parts of the world, I wondered if love making might be practised and experienced differently according to culture and race.
The most recent common ancestors of the people of China and Caucasians could have lived as long ago as 85,000 years. Africans and Caucasians could have split even longer ago. During those thousands of years, facial features, skin pigmentation and hair have evolved differently within each racial group. I used to wonder if love making had evolved differently. Of my lovers, two have been African, two Chinese and one Indian. In each case, none had had a Western lover before me.
In each case, if my eyes had been closed, I would not have known that the woman was of a different race. When both of us were in the heat of passion – that time when everything is shut out except ecstasy and one is lost to everything except the sheer pleasure - then our bodies moved instinctively in harmonious, erotic rhythm. I conclude that human intimacy, the techniques, instinct and derived pleasures are primaeval.
Furthermore, we all share the same enjoyment of different sexual positions. There were no surprises, except that one of the Chinese women wanted only the ‘missionary’ position. The other Chinese woman was the opposite and we shared ten positions, all of which most Western couples practice.
The joy of all this is that I, and others, have had and can have the incredible pleasure of united body and soul with people of different races. If you have similar or different experiences, why don’t you put a comment on this blog?
I observe that there are a lot of adverts from women wanting sex with African men. If you are one of those women, why don't you tell us of your experiences?
The most recent common ancestors of the people of China and Caucasians could have lived as long ago as 85,000 years. Africans and Caucasians could have split even longer ago. During those thousands of years, facial features, skin pigmentation and hair have evolved differently within each racial group. I used to wonder if love making had evolved differently. Of my lovers, two have been African, two Chinese and one Indian. In each case, none had had a Western lover before me.
In each case, if my eyes had been closed, I would not have known that the woman was of a different race. When both of us were in the heat of passion – that time when everything is shut out except ecstasy and one is lost to everything except the sheer pleasure - then our bodies moved instinctively in harmonious, erotic rhythm. I conclude that human intimacy, the techniques, instinct and derived pleasures are primaeval.
Furthermore, we all share the same enjoyment of different sexual positions. There were no surprises, except that one of the Chinese women wanted only the ‘missionary’ position. The other Chinese woman was the opposite and we shared ten positions, all of which most Western couples practice.
The joy of all this is that I, and others, have had and can have the incredible pleasure of united body and soul with people of different races. If you have similar or different experiences, why don’t you put a comment on this blog?
I observe that there are a lot of adverts from women wanting sex with African men. If you are one of those women, why don't you tell us of your experiences?
Wednesday, 20 August 2008
Condom or no condom?
Condom or no condom? I mentioned that I had become aroused because Diane sent me a text saying that she has had a coil fitted. I love unprotected sex. When a man wears a condom, he can feel little of the friction between himself and the woman, but I still prefer condoms much of the time, because of the fear of catching something.
To my constant surprise, the overwhelming majority of women who are either post-menopausal or who have a coil or take the pill, don't expect safe sex. Most men and women dislike condoms. Putting them on is a turn off. They also make the penis look stupid. they reduce feeling especially for the man and they prevent a woman from experiencing one of her most basic desires - feeling a man cum inside her and experiencing the infusion of semen. A man's primaeval desire to cum inside a woman is matched by an equally strong desire of the woman to feel the man cum in her.
As I said, I am constantly surprised that a new partner - a woman I don't really know and am meeting for the first time - will not want me to wear a condom. I am careful. It's not that I never have unprotected sex, because I do, and I love it, but there has to be a certainty beyond reasonable doubt that the woman carries no infection.
I may have had a charmed life, but I have never had an std, except that Norma and I had thrush many years ago. this is sexually transmitted but can be caught without sex simply from fungal spores in the air. Celebate monks and nuns get it. It isn't dangerous. Having said that, I get myself checked out once in a while. I used to go to special clinics in hospitals. One can keep one's anonymity there and one's GP isn't contacted by them. However, I now go to my GP every six months. When I have a six monthly check for cholesterol etc, as men should at my age, I get tests done for stds at the same time.
I mentioned that I do have unprotected sex at times. let me explain the circumstances. Most women I meet are extremely nice, ordinary people with husbands and families. I have a really good nose for genuineness and honesty. I make a judgement. If in doubt, I wear protection, even if the woman doesn't require it. So far, my instincts have proved right. I don't wish to get complacent and will be for ever on my guard.
Now, the thought of having hours of sex with Diane, the dentist and finally, at the culmination, pumping lots of that sticky white cum into her vagina makes me go weak at the knees. But, do I trust her that much? I'll let you know
To my constant surprise, the overwhelming majority of women who are either post-menopausal or who have a coil or take the pill, don't expect safe sex. Most men and women dislike condoms. Putting them on is a turn off. They also make the penis look stupid. they reduce feeling especially for the man and they prevent a woman from experiencing one of her most basic desires - feeling a man cum inside her and experiencing the infusion of semen. A man's primaeval desire to cum inside a woman is matched by an equally strong desire of the woman to feel the man cum in her.
As I said, I am constantly surprised that a new partner - a woman I don't really know and am meeting for the first time - will not want me to wear a condom. I am careful. It's not that I never have unprotected sex, because I do, and I love it, but there has to be a certainty beyond reasonable doubt that the woman carries no infection.
I may have had a charmed life, but I have never had an std, except that Norma and I had thrush many years ago. this is sexually transmitted but can be caught without sex simply from fungal spores in the air. Celebate monks and nuns get it. It isn't dangerous. Having said that, I get myself checked out once in a while. I used to go to special clinics in hospitals. One can keep one's anonymity there and one's GP isn't contacted by them. However, I now go to my GP every six months. When I have a six monthly check for cholesterol etc, as men should at my age, I get tests done for stds at the same time.
I mentioned that I do have unprotected sex at times. let me explain the circumstances. Most women I meet are extremely nice, ordinary people with husbands and families. I have a really good nose for genuineness and honesty. I make a judgement. If in doubt, I wear protection, even if the woman doesn't require it. So far, my instincts have proved right. I don't wish to get complacent and will be for ever on my guard.
Now, the thought of having hours of sex with Diane, the dentist and finally, at the culmination, pumping lots of that sticky white cum into her vagina makes me go weak at the knees. But, do I trust her that much? I'll let you know
Message from the Dentist
I apologise for not having posted yesterday. I was called away on an urgent business matter. However, I received a text from ‘Diane’, the dentist. She tells me she has had a coil fitted and wants to meet soon. This caused me to be very aroused. The obvious symptom was absent, but I had dryness of the mouth, a knot in my stomach and a sensation almost as if I was trembling all over. I wasn’t actually shaking but it seemed like every muscle was being given a ‘nervous’ signal.
Such feelings of sexual anticipation aren’t unusual for me. I don’t get an erection at that point, but I do get a secretion of a shiny liquid – I call it pre-cum, the lubricant for penetration.
I told you about my meeting with her a week ago. It was hours of uninterrupted sex of a quality that is rarely surpassed. Her vaginal muscles were strong and she orgasmed often, sending them into convulsions. When I went down on her, her labia minora were erect , opened like the petals of a flower. I have never seen this in such a pronounced and perfect way. The amazing thing is that she had been divorced for two years and had not had sex since. My anxiety is that next time, we will not come near to repeating the sheer enjoyment of last time. It is also difficult for me to find an alibi for such a prolonged meeting at short notice.
She has asked if we can meet this week, but that is out of the question. I will have to sort something out soon or I will become incapacitated with frustration. I’ll let you know what transpires…
Such feelings of sexual anticipation aren’t unusual for me. I don’t get an erection at that point, but I do get a secretion of a shiny liquid – I call it pre-cum, the lubricant for penetration.
I told you about my meeting with her a week ago. It was hours of uninterrupted sex of a quality that is rarely surpassed. Her vaginal muscles were strong and she orgasmed often, sending them into convulsions. When I went down on her, her labia minora were erect , opened like the petals of a flower. I have never seen this in such a pronounced and perfect way. The amazing thing is that she had been divorced for two years and had not had sex since. My anxiety is that next time, we will not come near to repeating the sheer enjoyment of last time. It is also difficult for me to find an alibi for such a prolonged meeting at short notice.
She has asked if we can meet this week, but that is out of the question. I will have to sort something out soon or I will become incapacitated with frustration. I’ll let you know what transpires…
Sunday, 17 August 2008
asymetric relationships - she loves me but I not her
I mentioned that I suffered terrible guilt about my philandering earlier in my life and that it took a very special woman – a therapist to help me accept myself as I am. I now not only feel comfortable with myself, but I feel I am doing a good, wholesome and right thing. It is right and wholesome because inhibition, guilt and frustration are such destructive feelings that warp our personalities. If I have sex with a woman who is not my wife, I am not hurting my wife, but I am helping myself and the other woman to feel fulfilled and whole. This sounds like casuistry, but it is my strong belief.
Having said all that, I feel rightly guilty at times, not because of the ‘infidelity’ but because sometimes a woman grows to have greater expectations out of the relationship than I do. It all starts as an affair – it can be romantic, beautiful and very satisfying, sexually, but it is still an affair. If that woman is very unhappy in her own marriage or if she is single or separated, then I sometimes become an important part of her life, a part that she wants to grow and nurture.
It makes me feel dire when I realise that a damaged woman is now in love with me when I am not in love with her. I have sometimes fallen in love with my lovers, and in a sense that’s less of a problem because it’s mutual and together we have to work with it. However, when my lover is in a fragile state and falls in love with me, but I don’t fall in love with her, that does make me feel terrible. That’s one of the unfortunate spin-offs of my life style.
And on another matter, I fancy the pants off a woman who works in the same building. She is late 30s or early 40s and married. She has such a lovely, wonderful smile, beautifully dressed and so pleasant and very, very sexy. I want to bed her, but you know, experienced as I am, the fear of rejection is so big that I daren’t even flirt with her. I bet you never thought I’d say that, did you? The problem is that I want to be in her knickers so desperately that it’s distracting me from my work. I think I’ll send her an anonymous invitation to Illicit Encounters and then look out for new entries that could possibly be her: http://www.illicitencounters.com
Oh, yes – And Marie, women can join that site for free.
Having said all that, I feel rightly guilty at times, not because of the ‘infidelity’ but because sometimes a woman grows to have greater expectations out of the relationship than I do. It all starts as an affair – it can be romantic, beautiful and very satisfying, sexually, but it is still an affair. If that woman is very unhappy in her own marriage or if she is single or separated, then I sometimes become an important part of her life, a part that she wants to grow and nurture.
It makes me feel dire when I realise that a damaged woman is now in love with me when I am not in love with her. I have sometimes fallen in love with my lovers, and in a sense that’s less of a problem because it’s mutual and together we have to work with it. However, when my lover is in a fragile state and falls in love with me, but I don’t fall in love with her, that does make me feel terrible. That’s one of the unfortunate spin-offs of my life style.
And on another matter, I fancy the pants off a woman who works in the same building. She is late 30s or early 40s and married. She has such a lovely, wonderful smile, beautifully dressed and so pleasant and very, very sexy. I want to bed her, but you know, experienced as I am, the fear of rejection is so big that I daren’t even flirt with her. I bet you never thought I’d say that, did you? The problem is that I want to be in her knickers so desperately that it’s distracting me from my work. I think I’ll send her an anonymous invitation to Illicit Encounters and then look out for new entries that could possibly be her: http://www.illicitencounters.com
Oh, yes – And Marie, women can join that site for free.
Sex and Spirituality
When I went to church with Norma in my 20s and was beset with guilt about my proclivities, part of the guilt was because that I had come to believe that there was a spiritual dimension to intercourse – that it joined a man and woman together not just bodily but spiritually as well. They became one and consequently it was a violation of that oneness if one had sex with someone else.
I wrote in one of my earliest postings that it took me years to accept myself as I am and be comfortable with what might be described as a promiscuous or adulterous life-style. However, in a strange way, I feel that there is something in the Christian view that sex is more than a bodily act. When I make love, I feel incredibly close emotionally and spiritually to the woman, even if I don’t know her name. I pick up her feelings and have a wonderful empathy of spirit. This dimension is exquisitely beautiful much of the time.
Now, rather than violating my unity with Norma, when I sleep with another woman, I am simply becoming incredibly close to another human being. That can only be a good thing. Maybe the old 1960s catch phrase ‘make love not war’ has something to it.
I wrote in one of my earliest postings that it took me years to accept myself as I am and be comfortable with what might be described as a promiscuous or adulterous life-style. However, in a strange way, I feel that there is something in the Christian view that sex is more than a bodily act. When I make love, I feel incredibly close emotionally and spiritually to the woman, even if I don’t know her name. I pick up her feelings and have a wonderful empathy of spirit. This dimension is exquisitely beautiful much of the time.
Now, rather than violating my unity with Norma, when I sleep with another woman, I am simply becoming incredibly close to another human being. That can only be a good thing. Maybe the old 1960s catch phrase ‘make love not war’ has something to it.
Saturday, 16 August 2008
Sex With Norma and Paucity of Readers
Two matters to address today. The first is sex with Norma, my wife. Please don’t expect me to be too graphic. It would be unfair on her. We first had sex 44 years ago at my parents’ house when they were away visiting my grandparents. I was 18 and she was 17. I still remember it vividly. When I put my hand up her skirt, pulled aside her pants, touched her between her legs and my finger went inside, it was, up to that time in my life, the most magical moment ever. I could only imagine what it would be like up to that point, but now I felt that delicious soft, wetness. And next, I could smell her juices and it was pure heaven. Why some women get embarrassed about the smell of their juices or try to eliminate them I will never know. It is a smell that transports a man to a level of pleasure so high that is not easy to describe.
Then, when she touched me and I was allowed to push my penis inside her, the feeling intensified. I didn’t achieve a very deep penetration that first time. Only my glans and a little more was inside, but it was enough for me to know that I liked this more than anything in the whole world. I had found the ultimate experience. That’s the way it still is. Nothing comes near it.
Though I have had in excess of sixty lovers and rising, I still get an incredible thrill when I penetrate Norma. Women sometimes ask me what is my favourite position. Well, I don’t have one, because variety is good. I’m not into contortion or ‘doing a position’ just because it’s tricky. My only use of different positions with Norma or any woman is to intensify the feeling and the stimulation. A different position means that the penis and vagina are in a slightly different relation, thus enhancing enjoyment. So Norma and I vary it every time. There is nothing in our sex live that is unusual, though occasionally, she likes her wrists tying to the bed head and for me to 'use' her as I wish. I said I like variety. Well that goes for styles of sex, too. I love the mutual and romantic with both bodies in absolute harmony. I also by way of change also like to be dominant and have often acted out 'rough' scenarios where the woman wants me to use her body for my gratification and for me to be a little rough. All this is by mutual consent. So, Norma and I still have a varied sex life and even had sex out of doors last year.
And now a second matter which is of great concern to me. I have only a handful of loyal readers. I analyse how many hits the web site has and how many return visits there are. (Don’t worry – the software doesn’t tell me who you are. It simply says how many and how many of those have visited previously.) My principal means of getting the site known was through Gumtree and Viva Street, both of which have stopped my ads. I therefore have no means of replacing any readers who fall away, so if you value this site, you might suggest to me how it can be publicised – philanderer@live.co.uk – or else you can help by making it known.
Finally, it was good to have Marie making a comment. She is the first of you to do so. May there be more. In order for you to make a comment, you need to join the Google Community. You can do this and keep anonymity. All you do is attempt to leave a comment and Google will prompt you.
As mentioned, weekends are not usually time for extra marital activity, so back to the gardening later today. I will tell you more about lovers past and present tomorrow.
Then, when she touched me and I was allowed to push my penis inside her, the feeling intensified. I didn’t achieve a very deep penetration that first time. Only my glans and a little more was inside, but it was enough for me to know that I liked this more than anything in the whole world. I had found the ultimate experience. That’s the way it still is. Nothing comes near it.
Though I have had in excess of sixty lovers and rising, I still get an incredible thrill when I penetrate Norma. Women sometimes ask me what is my favourite position. Well, I don’t have one, because variety is good. I’m not into contortion or ‘doing a position’ just because it’s tricky. My only use of different positions with Norma or any woman is to intensify the feeling and the stimulation. A different position means that the penis and vagina are in a slightly different relation, thus enhancing enjoyment. So Norma and I vary it every time. There is nothing in our sex live that is unusual, though occasionally, she likes her wrists tying to the bed head and for me to 'use' her as I wish. I said I like variety. Well that goes for styles of sex, too. I love the mutual and romantic with both bodies in absolute harmony. I also by way of change also like to be dominant and have often acted out 'rough' scenarios where the woman wants me to use her body for my gratification and for me to be a little rough. All this is by mutual consent. So, Norma and I still have a varied sex life and even had sex out of doors last year.
And now a second matter which is of great concern to me. I have only a handful of loyal readers. I analyse how many hits the web site has and how many return visits there are. (Don’t worry – the software doesn’t tell me who you are. It simply says how many and how many of those have visited previously.) My principal means of getting the site known was through Gumtree and Viva Street, both of which have stopped my ads. I therefore have no means of replacing any readers who fall away, so if you value this site, you might suggest to me how it can be publicised – philanderer@live.co.uk – or else you can help by making it known.
Finally, it was good to have Marie making a comment. She is the first of you to do so. May there be more. In order for you to make a comment, you need to join the Google Community. You can do this and keep anonymity. All you do is attempt to leave a comment and Google will prompt you.
As mentioned, weekends are not usually time for extra marital activity, so back to the gardening later today. I will tell you more about lovers past and present tomorrow.
Reply to Marie
Marie,
You say that you would feel guilty and then you ask for advice on how to start. Are you really sure you want go down this route? I suggest you do some good hard thinking to try to come to terms with what your instincts are.
If you get over the guilt hurdle, then do what most of my lovers have done - either advertise or read the adverts of guys. Be prepared for a very big response and be prepared to wade through lots of undesirable replies, but you will find gold. Also, you know the rules about the need to meet in public places and never be alone with a man unless you are 110% sure that he is what he claims to be. It's always a good idea to chat on the phone a good deal before meeting. You can tell an awful lot about someone by their conversation. That may mean that you will need a secret sim card for your phone. Good luck and all the best.
You say that you would feel guilty and then you ask for advice on how to start. Are you really sure you want go down this route? I suggest you do some good hard thinking to try to come to terms with what your instincts are.
If you get over the guilt hurdle, then do what most of my lovers have done - either advertise or read the adverts of guys. Be prepared for a very big response and be prepared to wade through lots of undesirable replies, but you will find gold. Also, you know the rules about the need to meet in public places and never be alone with a man unless you are 110% sure that he is what he claims to be. It's always a good idea to chat on the phone a good deal before meeting. You can tell an awful lot about someone by their conversation. That may mean that you will need a secret sim card for your phone. Good luck and all the best.
Friday, 15 August 2008
Yesterday's Encounter
I have been very lucky recently, meeting new lovers and potential lovers. Yesterday, I met Gail, a woman of 38. She was lovely, but emotionally fragile. She had recently left her husband who forced her into a swinging life style that she didn't enjoy. She told me that initially, she wanted it, because sex with her husband wasn't good and she was sexually frustrated. When he suggested it, she readily agreed, but it wasn't what she expected.
The biggest problem was that she had no control over the choice of men she had sex with. Her husband would take her to meet a couple and there was no option to say that she didn't want sex with some awful man. Her husband also put ads in the paper for men to have sex with her while he watched or took part. she told me that the majority of them were 'absolutely revolting and crude' Poor woman, she has been quite damaged.
She now wanted to have control over her choice of lovers. We chatted for hours on the bed and she cried a lot and cuddled up to me. It was on the point of becoming erotic, but I, of all people, suggested that we wait till next time to make love. I simply wanted her to regain some self respect. Now I returned home horny as hell and needed to gratify myself. No harm in that. I have to keep him fit.
Again we come to a weekend. No doubt my lovely Norma will be ready for a long, loving session. I'd better get to sleep or I won't have the energy. I haven't described love making with Norma. I never get too explicit, but I will venture to do so over the weekend.
The biggest problem was that she had no control over the choice of men she had sex with. Her husband would take her to meet a couple and there was no option to say that she didn't want sex with some awful man. Her husband also put ads in the paper for men to have sex with her while he watched or took part. she told me that the majority of them were 'absolutely revolting and crude' Poor woman, she has been quite damaged.
She now wanted to have control over her choice of lovers. We chatted for hours on the bed and she cried a lot and cuddled up to me. It was on the point of becoming erotic, but I, of all people, suggested that we wait till next time to make love. I simply wanted her to regain some self respect. Now I returned home horny as hell and needed to gratify myself. No harm in that. I have to keep him fit.
Again we come to a weekend. No doubt my lovely Norma will be ready for a long, loving session. I'd better get to sleep or I won't have the energy. I haven't described love making with Norma. I never get too explicit, but I will venture to do so over the weekend.
Sexual Stamina
You will have learnt that I like prolonged sexual activity. I am not averse to quickies in a moment of passion and have had many satisfying ones for both me and my lovers over the years. In case there are those who are incredulous or would like to know how to achieve such stamina at my age, I’ll tell you how a man of 62 can keep going for so long.
1. Avoid early ejaculation. There was a time earlier in my life when after cumming, I could be erect in ten more minutes. I can’t do that anymore so premature ejaculation must be avoided at all costs. I think it’s happened with me only once in the last few years, but that was only a year ago and it was a terrible let down for us both. I had paid for a very nice hotel and was all set for several hours’ of passion, but when she reached down and touched me with her hand, I came. It was so disappointing for both of us.
Part of the reason was that I hadn’t followed one of my simple rules: make sure that I have had an orgasm no more than two days’ earlier. If I had not made love within a couple of days of a date, I make sure I bring myself to orgasm a day or two before. It seems that if I have a lot of semen stored up, it wants to get out as quickly as possible. I make a lot of semen and there is more than enough after half a day.
Control over ejaculation is easier the longer I have been having sex, so if I avoid ejaculation for an hour, then I can be really energetic, and still not cum unless I want to.
Using a condom also reduces the chance of early ejaculation. Us men know that sexual pleasure is reduced by wearing a condom. It is still fantastic, but we cannot feel much friction between the penis and vagina. Consequently, there is less stimulation to trigger ejaculation.
Let me also say, that if I anticipate that sex will go on over very many hours and continue through a number of days, I often avoid orgasm until the final session. When I was with my youngest lover on a short holiday, we had sex almost continuously for three days. I came once after 24 hours and only then next time only at the end of the third day. It’s not true that men get their biggest thrill when they cum. It is immensely pleasurable, but penetration is the absolute height of pleasure, especially when one can feel vaginal muscles convulsing and one’s lover moving in harmony.
2. Keeping Fit: Another component of keeping going for a long time is fitness. I walk 30 miles a week, swim a lot, and have a lot of sexual exercise.
3. Diet: A healthy diet is important, too. I literally make sure I’ve had a good meal no more than three hours before love making.
4. Avoid Alcohol: I also avoid drinking too much. I usually don’t drink before love making, but it is lovely to do so with a romantic meal. However, half a bottle of wine seems to enhance the performance, but it goes down after that.
5. Don’t smoke. It reduces libido and the circulation.
6. The more sex you have, the longer you can keep going.
7. Keep Going: there is a conundrum – the longer I keep going, the longer I can go on. It seems that after a couple of hours, I feel able to continue indefinitely.
Tomorrow, I will tell you about a new lady I am meeting tonight.
1. Avoid early ejaculation. There was a time earlier in my life when after cumming, I could be erect in ten more minutes. I can’t do that anymore so premature ejaculation must be avoided at all costs. I think it’s happened with me only once in the last few years, but that was only a year ago and it was a terrible let down for us both. I had paid for a very nice hotel and was all set for several hours’ of passion, but when she reached down and touched me with her hand, I came. It was so disappointing for both of us.
Part of the reason was that I hadn’t followed one of my simple rules: make sure that I have had an orgasm no more than two days’ earlier. If I had not made love within a couple of days of a date, I make sure I bring myself to orgasm a day or two before. It seems that if I have a lot of semen stored up, it wants to get out as quickly as possible. I make a lot of semen and there is more than enough after half a day.
Control over ejaculation is easier the longer I have been having sex, so if I avoid ejaculation for an hour, then I can be really energetic, and still not cum unless I want to.
Using a condom also reduces the chance of early ejaculation. Us men know that sexual pleasure is reduced by wearing a condom. It is still fantastic, but we cannot feel much friction between the penis and vagina. Consequently, there is less stimulation to trigger ejaculation.
Let me also say, that if I anticipate that sex will go on over very many hours and continue through a number of days, I often avoid orgasm until the final session. When I was with my youngest lover on a short holiday, we had sex almost continuously for three days. I came once after 24 hours and only then next time only at the end of the third day. It’s not true that men get their biggest thrill when they cum. It is immensely pleasurable, but penetration is the absolute height of pleasure, especially when one can feel vaginal muscles convulsing and one’s lover moving in harmony.
2. Keeping Fit: Another component of keeping going for a long time is fitness. I walk 30 miles a week, swim a lot, and have a lot of sexual exercise.
3. Diet: A healthy diet is important, too. I literally make sure I’ve had a good meal no more than three hours before love making.
4. Avoid Alcohol: I also avoid drinking too much. I usually don’t drink before love making, but it is lovely to do so with a romantic meal. However, half a bottle of wine seems to enhance the performance, but it goes down after that.
5. Don’t smoke. It reduces libido and the circulation.
6. The more sex you have, the longer you can keep going.
7. Keep Going: there is a conundrum – the longer I keep going, the longer I can go on. It seems that after a couple of hours, I feel able to continue indefinitely.
Tomorrow, I will tell you about a new lady I am meeting tonight.
Thursday, 14 August 2008
Love with the dentist
I was a little apprehensive at meeting the dentist – a woman 20 years my junior who works out three times a week. I keep fit for my age – I walk 30 miles a week and go for the occasional jog. I can swim a mile and sometimes do, but meeting with a medical person, especially a dentist made me slightly uneasy. Dentists have a lot of training in common with doctors. Moreover, they look into the horrors of people’s mouths. Now, my dental hygiene is good, but I do love kissing of the wet, French type. I wondered if the mouth of a stranger might not be the place she would want to put her tongue.
Well, wasn’t I wrong? She kissed deliciously and knew exactly how to explore my mouth in that way. She had no prohibitions or inhibitions. Moreover, she knew how to suck a man. I have said often that the penis and vagina are made for each other, and though I enjoy oral sex, especially giving it, as I adore the taste of a woman, my preference is for a good old shag. When there is time, then the other orifices are a pleasure.
I keep calling the woman, ‘The Dentist,’. I know her name, but let me call her Diane. I do not wish to identify any woman, but my description of a dark-haired, petite dentist aged 42 are enough of a give-away, especially when she wasn’t working on a Wednesday afternoon, without removing all doubt by giving her name. So, Diane had asked me to bring plenty of condoms. That was because she wanted regular changes from vaginal, to oral and doesn’t like the taste of condoms. I took a box of 12 and had one left at the end, which I discarded. I don’t think I could explain to my lovely, 61 year-old Norma why I need condoms, so best not to take them home.
And now the question you have all been waiting to be answered. She did have a large clitoris, but no bigger than some I have seen before, and it was hidden in a dark forest of pubes. Some men like women to shave. I don’t. It is much more of a turn on to see a hairy pussy, but let me say that in spite of that, two of the women I have fallen in love with have shaved. It isn’t taboo for me, but I prefer hairy.
And, yes, the big clitoris did seem to make Diane orgasm rather easily. She came time after time, quite easily the most number of times I have ever experienced in a woman. It sounds an exaggeration, but it could easily have been fifty times, when the most orgasms I’d given a woman in one session before could never have reached double figures. Girls, when you orgasm with your man inside you, I can’t describe how good it feels to have your muscles contracting around that precious member. It is the height of pleasure, beating any experience I have ever had, so please, girls, keep cumming.
I have known women to fake an orgasm, but Diane wasn’t one of them. Her throbbing, contracting muscles were evidence enough. She was noisy, too and I was sure that half the hotel could hear. We met in my hotel room at ten to three. I offered her a drink, but before she drank any of it, we were pressed together. Again, I fear it will seem an exaggeration, but we made energetic love without a break till quarter to seven, at which time, we jumped in the shower and then went down to the restaurant. At 8:30 pm, we were hard at it again, until after ten, when we both fell asleep, exhausted. I got up for a pee at 5:15, but when I got back in bed, Diane’s hand reached between my legs. We spent over an hour and a half making love, and, I had to remind her that she was waking up the rest of the hotel. Just after seven, she went into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later she was saying goodbye and thanking me for the best she’d ever had. Certainly, for me, it ranks among the best and will be a time I will never forget. I haven’t been this sore for a very long time.
Well, wasn’t I wrong? She kissed deliciously and knew exactly how to explore my mouth in that way. She had no prohibitions or inhibitions. Moreover, she knew how to suck a man. I have said often that the penis and vagina are made for each other, and though I enjoy oral sex, especially giving it, as I adore the taste of a woman, my preference is for a good old shag. When there is time, then the other orifices are a pleasure.
I keep calling the woman, ‘The Dentist,’. I know her name, but let me call her Diane. I do not wish to identify any woman, but my description of a dark-haired, petite dentist aged 42 are enough of a give-away, especially when she wasn’t working on a Wednesday afternoon, without removing all doubt by giving her name. So, Diane had asked me to bring plenty of condoms. That was because she wanted regular changes from vaginal, to oral and doesn’t like the taste of condoms. I took a box of 12 and had one left at the end, which I discarded. I don’t think I could explain to my lovely, 61 year-old Norma why I need condoms, so best not to take them home.
And now the question you have all been waiting to be answered. She did have a large clitoris, but no bigger than some I have seen before, and it was hidden in a dark forest of pubes. Some men like women to shave. I don’t. It is much more of a turn on to see a hairy pussy, but let me say that in spite of that, two of the women I have fallen in love with have shaved. It isn’t taboo for me, but I prefer hairy.
And, yes, the big clitoris did seem to make Diane orgasm rather easily. She came time after time, quite easily the most number of times I have ever experienced in a woman. It sounds an exaggeration, but it could easily have been fifty times, when the most orgasms I’d given a woman in one session before could never have reached double figures. Girls, when you orgasm with your man inside you, I can’t describe how good it feels to have your muscles contracting around that precious member. It is the height of pleasure, beating any experience I have ever had, so please, girls, keep cumming.
I have known women to fake an orgasm, but Diane wasn’t one of them. Her throbbing, contracting muscles were evidence enough. She was noisy, too and I was sure that half the hotel could hear. We met in my hotel room at ten to three. I offered her a drink, but before she drank any of it, we were pressed together. Again, I fear it will seem an exaggeration, but we made energetic love without a break till quarter to seven, at which time, we jumped in the shower and then went down to the restaurant. At 8:30 pm, we were hard at it again, until after ten, when we both fell asleep, exhausted. I got up for a pee at 5:15, but when I got back in bed, Diane’s hand reached between my legs. We spent over an hour and a half making love, and, I had to remind her that she was waking up the rest of the hotel. Just after seven, she went into the bathroom. Twenty minutes later she was saying goodbye and thanking me for the best she’d ever had. Certainly, for me, it ranks among the best and will be a time I will never forget. I haven’t been this sore for a very long time.
Tuesday, 12 August 2008
Not always a winner with women
I need to correct an impression: It might appear that women fall into my lap. That is far from the truth. My success is in part due to the fact that I try hard. There have been many occasions when I have been refused. I met a very nice Belgian woman in Frankfurt Airport. To my surprise, she had no German. She spoke English, French and Flemish. My German is the phrasebook type, but I came to her rescue. I discovered that we both had a long wait ahead so I bought her a coffee. We exchanged phone numbers and I thought that I was on to a winner. A month later, I was in Brussels and took her to dinner. The setting was perfect, but I didn’t even get to hold her hand.
In June this year, I met a married woman whom I had found on an alternative dating web site. We had exchanged photos and spent a lot of time chatting on the phone. After only ten minutes with her, she said, ‘Sorry, you aren’t my type.’ She got up and walked away.
Chemistry with women is everything. I have been fortunate enough to have gelled with lots of women, but by no means in every case. If you are a man reading this blog and feel envious, be assured that you can be as successful as I. Try hard to source the right women, but don’t try too hard to make it with them too soon or you will frighten them off, and rightly so. Here are a few tips, 1. Don’t be crude. Most women do not want to see a picture of your cock. There are exceptions, but wait till they ask you. Never offer. I have only once every sent such a picture and the woman was asking me to send it for months before I agreed. 2. Be charming and be interested in their whole lives, not just in their bra size. I never ask a woman how big her boobs are. It is of little interest to me. I love women’s breasts, large or small. If a woman had lost her breasts through cancer and surgery, I would want to surround her with affection, make her happy, and pleasure her just as as much, or even more, than if she were 38 DD. 3. Care about the whole woman. 4. be a gentleman out of bed, even if you are a stallion in bed. Women like flowers and perfume. They like doors opening for them. 5. Be scrupulously clean. Get into the habit of showering twice or more a day, even when you aren’t going to meet a lover. 6. Dress well. 7. Be warm, relaxed and gentle. 8. Don’t try to rush a relationship. Go at the woman’s pace, but always try to anticipate that. Women do like to be swept off their feet, but if she indicates that you are going too fast, slow down and wait for the right signal. Kissing is a good way of assessing temperature.
However, the lady dentist I am about to meet has given clear signals that she wants sex on the first meeting. She told me to bring plenty of condoms. I feel very turned on at the thought of this woman, a woman around 20 years my junior. She works out in a gym three times a week – let’s see how my stamina holds. I’ll let you know…
In June this year, I met a married woman whom I had found on an alternative dating web site. We had exchanged photos and spent a lot of time chatting on the phone. After only ten minutes with her, she said, ‘Sorry, you aren’t my type.’ She got up and walked away.
Chemistry with women is everything. I have been fortunate enough to have gelled with lots of women, but by no means in every case. If you are a man reading this blog and feel envious, be assured that you can be as successful as I. Try hard to source the right women, but don’t try too hard to make it with them too soon or you will frighten them off, and rightly so. Here are a few tips, 1. Don’t be crude. Most women do not want to see a picture of your cock. There are exceptions, but wait till they ask you. Never offer. I have only once every sent such a picture and the woman was asking me to send it for months before I agreed. 2. Be charming and be interested in their whole lives, not just in their bra size. I never ask a woman how big her boobs are. It is of little interest to me. I love women’s breasts, large or small. If a woman had lost her breasts through cancer and surgery, I would want to surround her with affection, make her happy, and pleasure her just as as much, or even more, than if she were 38 DD. 3. Care about the whole woman. 4. be a gentleman out of bed, even if you are a stallion in bed. Women like flowers and perfume. They like doors opening for them. 5. Be scrupulously clean. Get into the habit of showering twice or more a day, even when you aren’t going to meet a lover. 6. Dress well. 7. Be warm, relaxed and gentle. 8. Don’t try to rush a relationship. Go at the woman’s pace, but always try to anticipate that. Women do like to be swept off their feet, but if she indicates that you are going too fast, slow down and wait for the right signal. Kissing is a good way of assessing temperature.
However, the lady dentist I am about to meet has given clear signals that she wants sex on the first meeting. She told me to bring plenty of condoms. I feel very turned on at the thought of this woman, a woman around 20 years my junior. She works out in a gym three times a week – let’s see how my stamina holds. I’ll let you know…
Monday, 11 August 2008
Angry husbands
It has always surprised me that the husbands who have found out about me have been more angry with me than with their wives. Of the sixty or more lovers I have had, around forty have been married. Of those, three husbands have found out about me, two of which have found out my identity, as well. Both of them found out in exactly the same way. The stories of the two of them are uncannily similar and happened within five years of each other, in 1989 and 1994, when I was 43 and 48.
In those days, I used the advertising journal, 'Loot' to find lovers. The first of the two women, Jane, met me first in a B&Q car park (For non-UK readers, B&Q is a store which sells DIY goods, tools, paint etc). I got in her car and she was so nervous that I reassured her by showing her my driving licence and a credit card. I advised her that she would feel more secure on her first visit to my home if she was able to confide in a friend and give her those details. The fact that I had offered this, reassured her that I wasn't the mad axe man.
(I do not wish to stress enough that women should never ever trust a strange man, even if their absolute fantasy is to have sex with a stranger. I think I went too far in giving my identity away at such an early stage, but there are other equally assuring things one can do, such as pay for a hotel room with a debit or credit card while the woman is present.)
Anyway, Jane was among the small number of women I have fallen in love with. She was 25. I used to be able to work from home a couple of days a week. On those days, Jane came round. We didn't just make love, but we went for walks, afternoon tea and played cards. The sex was fantastic, too.
I adored her. We wrote to each other often. The mail at her house came after her husband had gone to work. I always got her to address letters to me on a type writer on brown envelopes, also adding my company name as part of the address. It always looked like work correspondence which Norma simply ignored. (My trick of using the name of the previous occupant wasn't a good idea then, because we had been in the house a long time and it would have seemed strange if there was a surge of correspondence for him. Details of how that deception worked was in my first two postings) Using brown, typed envelopes worked.
Five years later, when Jane was off the scene, I met Linda, again through the personal columns of 'Loot,' the advertising paper. My ad was always the same, 'Happily married professional man seeks lover.' Linda was special and the one I think about most, even though I haven't seen her for years. We even went on holiday together, when Norma thought I was on business trips. I wrote to Linda, too. I should have learnt my lesson from Jane, but I didn't.
I mentioned that the two cases were so similar that they sound like the same story: I met both through Loot, both were a lot younger than me, I fell in love with both of them and in each case, we wrote love letters to each other. Both women kept some of their letters from me in their handbags and both husbands began to wonder why their wives suddenly had started to take their handbags with them everywhere they moved, even into the kitchen to make a cup of tea, or into the toilet, even when they weren't having a period.
In each case, after the husband's suspicion had been aroused, the women left their handbags unattended in a moment of distraction. One of them simply left her handbag in the lounge to answer the phone, situated in the hall and was kept on line for a long time. The other left her bag in the lounge to attend to her child who had fallen in the garden. In both cases the husband pounced. In both cases they found not just letters from me, but a letter ready for posting to me, complete with name and address. Uncannily similar, but true.
In both cases, the husbands came angrily to my house. It was a small miracle that Norma didn't find out. On the first occasion, Norma had 'flu' and was in bed. On the second occasion, she had just gone out. Both husbands were incredibly angry and wanted to tell Norma, but I lied to both husbands and told them that Norma had left me and that we were getting a divorce. Both men believed me but threatened violence and left. There were ugly scenes.
I am much more careful now, but even the internet doesn't give the anonymity that most people think. Unless you take steps to wipe your computer clean, every email you send by a web browser (Hot mail, Yayoo, Live GMail etc, etc, is stored on your computer and can easily be found, if you know where to look. It is also easy to wipe those records. Email me and I'll tell you how: philanderer@live.co.uk. More of that in a later posting, but let me say that I am becoming very aroused at the thought of Thursday and my liaison with the lady dentist. She says that her clitoris is twice the size of most women and claims that this makes her more aroused than most, more of the time. let's see how it goes...
In those days, I used the advertising journal, 'Loot' to find lovers. The first of the two women, Jane, met me first in a B&Q car park (For non-UK readers, B&Q is a store which sells DIY goods, tools, paint etc). I got in her car and she was so nervous that I reassured her by showing her my driving licence and a credit card. I advised her that she would feel more secure on her first visit to my home if she was able to confide in a friend and give her those details. The fact that I had offered this, reassured her that I wasn't the mad axe man.
(I do not wish to stress enough that women should never ever trust a strange man, even if their absolute fantasy is to have sex with a stranger. I think I went too far in giving my identity away at such an early stage, but there are other equally assuring things one can do, such as pay for a hotel room with a debit or credit card while the woman is present.)
Anyway, Jane was among the small number of women I have fallen in love with. She was 25. I used to be able to work from home a couple of days a week. On those days, Jane came round. We didn't just make love, but we went for walks, afternoon tea and played cards. The sex was fantastic, too.
I adored her. We wrote to each other often. The mail at her house came after her husband had gone to work. I always got her to address letters to me on a type writer on brown envelopes, also adding my company name as part of the address. It always looked like work correspondence which Norma simply ignored. (My trick of using the name of the previous occupant wasn't a good idea then, because we had been in the house a long time and it would have seemed strange if there was a surge of correspondence for him. Details of how that deception worked was in my first two postings) Using brown, typed envelopes worked.
Five years later, when Jane was off the scene, I met Linda, again through the personal columns of 'Loot,' the advertising paper. My ad was always the same, 'Happily married professional man seeks lover.' Linda was special and the one I think about most, even though I haven't seen her for years. We even went on holiday together, when Norma thought I was on business trips. I wrote to Linda, too. I should have learnt my lesson from Jane, but I didn't.
I mentioned that the two cases were so similar that they sound like the same story: I met both through Loot, both were a lot younger than me, I fell in love with both of them and in each case, we wrote love letters to each other. Both women kept some of their letters from me in their handbags and both husbands began to wonder why their wives suddenly had started to take their handbags with them everywhere they moved, even into the kitchen to make a cup of tea, or into the toilet, even when they weren't having a period.
In each case, after the husband's suspicion had been aroused, the women left their handbags unattended in a moment of distraction. One of them simply left her handbag in the lounge to answer the phone, situated in the hall and was kept on line for a long time. The other left her bag in the lounge to attend to her child who had fallen in the garden. In both cases the husband pounced. In both cases they found not just letters from me, but a letter ready for posting to me, complete with name and address. Uncannily similar, but true.
In both cases, the husbands came angrily to my house. It was a small miracle that Norma didn't find out. On the first occasion, Norma had 'flu' and was in bed. On the second occasion, she had just gone out. Both husbands were incredibly angry and wanted to tell Norma, but I lied to both husbands and told them that Norma had left me and that we were getting a divorce. Both men believed me but threatened violence and left. There were ugly scenes.
I am much more careful now, but even the internet doesn't give the anonymity that most people think. Unless you take steps to wipe your computer clean, every email you send by a web browser (Hot mail, Yayoo, Live GMail etc, etc, is stored on your computer and can easily be found, if you know where to look. It is also easy to wipe those records. Email me and I'll tell you how: philanderer@live.co.uk. More of that in a later posting, but let me say that I am becoming very aroused at the thought of Thursday and my liaison with the lady dentist. She says that her clitoris is twice the size of most women and claims that this makes her more aroused than most, more of the time. let's see how it goes...
My Wife's friend Millicent
I mentioned that I have always been careful not to become involved with women too na to home, but there were three exceptions. I have told you about the first two. This is the story of the third and last - Millicent. She was a friend of my wife’s when they were in their late 20s and 30s. At that time, one of their mutual friends thought it amusing to disclose that Millie had a crush on me. This was in front of Millie and me. Millie denied it, but all the women goaded her and she became very embarrassed. I could tell that she was lying.
I waited a few years until Norma’s circle of friends had changed, as they do over a number of years. Millie had moved jobs and house and our only contact was became only Christmas cards. However, Philanderers never forget, nor never miss an opportunity. A full eight years after we had last seen her, I called at her home, under the pretext that I was passing by. She gave me a coffee and I started talking about the occasion when Norma had friends round and one of them teased her about her fancying me. As I was talking, Millie blushed. I now stuck my neck out and said something like, ‘Well, it was ironical, because I had been fancying you for years.’ She went on not to admit her feelings, but simply to say that she was upset that one of her friends had broken a confidence.
I left my chair and sat next to her and took hold of her hand. She gave my hand a squeeze. We kissed and then hugged and touched and ended up in bed. We were lovers for almost two years, until Millie found herself a new man. There were no complications in the relationship.
Today is a normal working day and I have a mountain of work to catch up on, but the thought of bedding a new woman is never far from my thoughts. There are some new ones in the pipe line, the thought of which is delicious, having seen their photos. One is a lady I am due to meet on Wednesday for the first time. She is visiting me at my hotel. Her emails have been explicit and I have every hope that we will get off to a quick start. She looks and sounds lovely, 41 years old – 5’2”, a size 10 and she tells me that she hopes I don’t mind but she doesn’t shave her pubes. That tells me that she expects me to see them . She is a dentist. Now, a dentist will be a first for me. I have slept with a woman who was a senior academic and later became a professor. I have slept with a successful author. I have slept with air hostesses, school teachers, two nurses, an antique dealer, a children’s nurse, but never with a dentist. She also tells me that her clitoris is twice the normal size which makes her horny a lot of the time. Now, if she hadn’t had some medical training, I would take what she says with a pinch of salt. I’ll let you know what I find…
I waited a few years until Norma’s circle of friends had changed, as they do over a number of years. Millie had moved jobs and house and our only contact was became only Christmas cards. However, Philanderers never forget, nor never miss an opportunity. A full eight years after we had last seen her, I called at her home, under the pretext that I was passing by. She gave me a coffee and I started talking about the occasion when Norma had friends round and one of them teased her about her fancying me. As I was talking, Millie blushed. I now stuck my neck out and said something like, ‘Well, it was ironical, because I had been fancying you for years.’ She went on not to admit her feelings, but simply to say that she was upset that one of her friends had broken a confidence.
I left my chair and sat next to her and took hold of her hand. She gave my hand a squeeze. We kissed and then hugged and touched and ended up in bed. We were lovers for almost two years, until Millie found herself a new man. There were no complications in the relationship.
Today is a normal working day and I have a mountain of work to catch up on, but the thought of bedding a new woman is never far from my thoughts. There are some new ones in the pipe line, the thought of which is delicious, having seen their photos. One is a lady I am due to meet on Wednesday for the first time. She is visiting me at my hotel. Her emails have been explicit and I have every hope that we will get off to a quick start. She looks and sounds lovely, 41 years old – 5’2”, a size 10 and she tells me that she hopes I don’t mind but she doesn’t shave her pubes. That tells me that she expects me to see them . She is a dentist. Now, a dentist will be a first for me. I have slept with a woman who was a senior academic and later became a professor. I have slept with a successful author. I have slept with air hostesses, school teachers, two nurses, an antique dealer, a children’s nurse, but never with a dentist. She also tells me that her clitoris is twice the normal size which makes her horny a lot of the time. Now, if she hadn’t had some medical training, I would take what she says with a pinch of salt. I’ll let you know what I find…
Saturday, 9 August 2008
Unexpected pleasures
Yesterday, I had an all-day meeting a couple of hundered miles from home. It meant a very early start and I had told Norma to expect me at around 11 pm. To my pleasant surprise, it finished by lunch time. As is very often the case, I was feeling randy and wondered where I could get some action. However, I had had some email and phone contact with a woman I had never met, a woman who lived only a mile off my route home.
It was a long shot, but I gave her a call. To my surprise, she answered. FRom previous conversations, she had said that she wanted to meet for a coffee for the first time. I thought I might meet her for a coffee, go for a kiss in the car and then, perhaps she'd invite me home.
It turned out better than that. She said she wanted to meet me. I asked her to text the location, along with road name and post code, if she had it. I hung up and then continuede the journey, stopping at a motorway services to see if the text had arrived. It had and it was her home address. I arrived there an hour or so later. She was 5 feet tall and a size 18, but had lots of charm and was beautifully dress. A woman's size is not of primary importance to me. Her charm is.
She gave me a cup of tea, but before I had drunk it, she was kissing me as if I were the first man she'd seen in years. She almost ate me, but there is nothing like kissing to stimulate arousal. You know that I generally like extended foreplay. Well, I couldn't slow the pace down and within 15 minutes, we were naked in bed and making love. After only a further five or so minutes, she had an enormous orgasm. Her vaginal muscles contracted around me, no less than 32 times. I have never felt such strong pulsations, ever. She was making a lot of noise, too.
We continued for a further half hour and then, before I knew it, she had disappeared to go downstairs and I was in the shower. From start to finish, it was all over in under three quarters of an hour. Including drinking the cup of tea and taking the shower, I was in an out of the house in about an hour. That for me is a quickie, not the quickest, quickie I have ever had. The quickest have been when I joined the mile high club and when I joined the mile under club - sex on Eurostar. Next quickest was sex on a railway platform.
Anyway, I was doubly happy yesterday, because I have been away a lot recently and was missing Norma, my lovely, sexy and unsuspecting wife. I had phoned her to let her know that I would be back early. We had a romantic dinner at home and, believe it or not, made love afterwards.
I'm not sure if I'll be able to make a posting tomorrow (Sunday) but I will try and then I will tell you about the third and final friend of my wife's that I have slept with...
It was a long shot, but I gave her a call. To my surprise, she answered. FRom previous conversations, she had said that she wanted to meet for a coffee for the first time. I thought I might meet her for a coffee, go for a kiss in the car and then, perhaps she'd invite me home.
It turned out better than that. She said she wanted to meet me. I asked her to text the location, along with road name and post code, if she had it. I hung up and then continuede the journey, stopping at a motorway services to see if the text had arrived. It had and it was her home address. I arrived there an hour or so later. She was 5 feet tall and a size 18, but had lots of charm and was beautifully dress. A woman's size is not of primary importance to me. Her charm is.
She gave me a cup of tea, but before I had drunk it, she was kissing me as if I were the first man she'd seen in years. She almost ate me, but there is nothing like kissing to stimulate arousal. You know that I generally like extended foreplay. Well, I couldn't slow the pace down and within 15 minutes, we were naked in bed and making love. After only a further five or so minutes, she had an enormous orgasm. Her vaginal muscles contracted around me, no less than 32 times. I have never felt such strong pulsations, ever. She was making a lot of noise, too.
We continued for a further half hour and then, before I knew it, she had disappeared to go downstairs and I was in the shower. From start to finish, it was all over in under three quarters of an hour. Including drinking the cup of tea and taking the shower, I was in an out of the house in about an hour. That for me is a quickie, not the quickest, quickie I have ever had. The quickest have been when I joined the mile high club and when I joined the mile under club - sex on Eurostar. Next quickest was sex on a railway platform.
Anyway, I was doubly happy yesterday, because I have been away a lot recently and was missing Norma, my lovely, sexy and unsuspecting wife. I had phoned her to let her know that I would be back early. We had a romantic dinner at home and, believe it or not, made love afterwards.
I'm not sure if I'll be able to make a posting tomorrow (Sunday) but I will try and then I will tell you about the third and final friend of my wife's that I have slept with...
Thursday, 7 August 2008
My Wife's Friends
I mentioned that I am careful not to have lovers too close to home, but there have been three exceptions, one of which I have told you about. Here is another, and it demonstrates the fact that it isn't a clever idea.
Marlene had been a neighbour who regularly came round for a coffee and a chat. She was a couple of years younger than me and very attractive. We moved house and didn't keep in touch with her, though I had heard that her husband had died. One Saturay evening, I went to the off licence to buy some wine. AS I came out, I saw her about 50 yards away, getting into her car. She looked delicious and I became instantly aroused at the thought of pleasuring this beautiful woman. My hunch was that she was driving home, so I got in my car and followed her the mile or so.
I parked up, as she was backing her car onto her drive. I got out and walked over to her, saying that I had seen her from a distance and hadn't had the opportunity to say how sorry I was about her loss of Brian. She surprised me with what sounded like a callous statement, saying that she hadn't had a proper marriage for years.
She invited me in, but I told her I couldn't stay more than a moment. We hugged, like friends do, but I sensed that there was more too it and I dared a kiss, which she readily accepted. The kiss lasted more than a minute and our bodies were pressed close. In for a penny, I thought, and touched her breast which made her moan with pleasure. I gave her my alternative phone number and left.
I spent a number of nights with her and had a very satisfying sexual relationship with her, until she tried to get me to leave Norma. I then saw a different side of Marlene. She threatened to tell Norma, if I didn't. It was getting very scary, but I had an idea - I phoned the local police station and asked them whether blackmail has to involve money. I was told that it need not involve money. It can simply be someone threatening to disclose something about you if you don't take a particular course of action.
I wrote to Marlene and told her that she was guilty of blackmail and that if she did carry out the threat and tell Norma, I would go to the police. I wouldn't have gone to the police, but the threat worked and I haven't heard from her since. It was a close shave.
I'll tell you about the third friend of my wife's tomorrow, but finally, tonight, all I want to say is that I get very horny thinking of women and I am very horny much of the time so if Norma isn't up to it tonight, I will have to pleasure myself thinking delicious thoughts.
Marlene had been a neighbour who regularly came round for a coffee and a chat. She was a couple of years younger than me and very attractive. We moved house and didn't keep in touch with her, though I had heard that her husband had died. One Saturay evening, I went to the off licence to buy some wine. AS I came out, I saw her about 50 yards away, getting into her car. She looked delicious and I became instantly aroused at the thought of pleasuring this beautiful woman. My hunch was that she was driving home, so I got in my car and followed her the mile or so.
I parked up, as she was backing her car onto her drive. I got out and walked over to her, saying that I had seen her from a distance and hadn't had the opportunity to say how sorry I was about her loss of Brian. She surprised me with what sounded like a callous statement, saying that she hadn't had a proper marriage for years.
She invited me in, but I told her I couldn't stay more than a moment. We hugged, like friends do, but I sensed that there was more too it and I dared a kiss, which she readily accepted. The kiss lasted more than a minute and our bodies were pressed close. In for a penny, I thought, and touched her breast which made her moan with pleasure. I gave her my alternative phone number and left.
I spent a number of nights with her and had a very satisfying sexual relationship with her, until she tried to get me to leave Norma. I then saw a different side of Marlene. She threatened to tell Norma, if I didn't. It was getting very scary, but I had an idea - I phoned the local police station and asked them whether blackmail has to involve money. I was told that it need not involve money. It can simply be someone threatening to disclose something about you if you don't take a particular course of action.
I wrote to Marlene and told her that she was guilty of blackmail and that if she did carry out the threat and tell Norma, I would go to the police. I wouldn't have gone to the police, but the threat worked and I haven't heard from her since. It was a close shave.
I'll tell you about the third friend of my wife's tomorrow, but finally, tonight, all I want to say is that I get very horny thinking of women and I am very horny much of the time so if Norma isn't up to it tonight, I will have to pleasure myself thinking delicious thoughts.
Wednesday, 6 August 2008
I'm a Wolf, but I care
There have been four occasions this year when I have gone to great lengths to meet a new lover and she has backed out at the last minute - not through cold feet, but because of circumstances. On each occasion, I had paid for a hotel. On three occasions, I had travelled a long distance.
One had a sudden family bereavement. Another had a child who fell ill. Another fell ill herself. I may be a wolf, preoccupied with the thought of getting into a new woman's knickerss, but one she is in difficulty, be it bereavement, sickness or family problems, a different side of me comes into play: I genuinely care and bear no grudge at the let-down. One of them described me on a later date, as the 'kindest, gentlest man she had ever met.
An empathy with women or with people of any gender does endear women to me. It is not a ploy, but a genuine part of my nature. The flip side is that I am as horny as hell and will go to great lengths to get a woman into bed. However, my lust will never be at the cost of causing hurt.
One had a sudden family bereavement. Another had a child who fell ill. Another fell ill herself. I may be a wolf, preoccupied with the thought of getting into a new woman's knickerss, but one she is in difficulty, be it bereavement, sickness or family problems, a different side of me comes into play: I genuinely care and bear no grudge at the let-down. One of them described me on a later date, as the 'kindest, gentlest man she had ever met.
An empathy with women or with people of any gender does endear women to me. It is not a ploy, but a genuine part of my nature. The flip side is that I am as horny as hell and will go to great lengths to get a woman into bed. However, my lust will never be at the cost of causing hurt.
Monday, 4 August 2008
Always on the look out, but carefully goes it
Of my 60 plus lovers and brief encounters, only three have been people who know my wife. I am very careful indeed not to create a situation where Norma might find out. The first of those became my lover around 1993. It was a woman who became Norma's friend when her children and our were at the same school.
Once they left that primary school, the frindship waned and we lost touch with her. Some ten years on, I met her in Marks and Spencer. We asked each other how things were and she explained thatshe had just divorced her husband. I quickly established that there wasn't a man on her horison.
I said that Norma would love to hear from her and so, I got her phone number. I didn't mention meeting up with Pam to Norma but kept the number safe. I confess I phoned Pam and asked her advice. It was a risky thing to do. I lied and told her that norma had grown cold and unresponsive physically. I aske Pam to tell me from a woman's point of view what I should do. She gave me lots of advice which I told Pam that I had tried - romantic dinners, flowers, weekends away. Pam then let slip, something that opened the door for me, 'I wish Ron had been like you. You seem like the perfect man to have around.'
I was off oon a business trip the next week and I was bold enough to ring Pam and say that Norma didn't want to come, but that I was feeling pretty low. Would she care to join me. She jumped at the chance. We stayed at a country house hotel. Hardly had we got through the door of the luxurious bedroom and we were in an embrace. We slowly undressed and mad love for two hours before dinner and then came back to bed with a bottle of champagne afterwards. We made love all ends up into the early hours.
We were lovers for several years. When we had grown closer emotionally, I told her the truth - that I had lied about Normaa, but I explained that I had done it only because I wanter her, Pam, so much. She accepted it as a compliment,that she a 'nice man' could go to such lengths to get the woman he wanted.
There were two others who knew my wife. More of those tomorrow.
Once they left that primary school, the frindship waned and we lost touch with her. Some ten years on, I met her in Marks and Spencer. We asked each other how things were and she explained thatshe had just divorced her husband. I quickly established that there wasn't a man on her horison.
I said that Norma would love to hear from her and so, I got her phone number. I didn't mention meeting up with Pam to Norma but kept the number safe. I confess I phoned Pam and asked her advice. It was a risky thing to do. I lied and told her that norma had grown cold and unresponsive physically. I aske Pam to tell me from a woman's point of view what I should do. She gave me lots of advice which I told Pam that I had tried - romantic dinners, flowers, weekends away. Pam then let slip, something that opened the door for me, 'I wish Ron had been like you. You seem like the perfect man to have around.'
I was off oon a business trip the next week and I was bold enough to ring Pam and say that Norma didn't want to come, but that I was feeling pretty low. Would she care to join me. She jumped at the chance. We stayed at a country house hotel. Hardly had we got through the door of the luxurious bedroom and we were in an embrace. We slowly undressed and mad love for two hours before dinner and then came back to bed with a bottle of champagne afterwards. We made love all ends up into the early hours.
We were lovers for several years. When we had grown closer emotionally, I told her the truth - that I had lied about Normaa, but I explained that I had done it only because I wanter her, Pam, so much. She accepted it as a compliment,that she a 'nice man' could go to such lengths to get the woman he wanted.
There were two others who knew my wife. More of those tomorrow.
Sunday, 3 August 2008
Kate came round
Yes, Kate came to my house on Saturday morning. I behave and act normally so as not to arouse suspicion. When she came to the door, there was no furtiveness. I let her in, but once behind the door, we were in an erotic clinch. She was on heat and before I could ask if she wanted a cup of tea, I was unzipped.
She al but threw me on the settee and leaped on me, straddling me and pulling her knickers to one side, impailing herself on me, jumping upand down, squealing, 'Oh God I need this.' It was a comparative quickie, all over in 20 minutes. I made her a cup of tea and she left.
I picked Norma up from her 'health farm' at lunch time. She was frisky. I had showered since Kate and was ready for action again. I man should always be ready to pleasure his wife, and let me say, I get as much pleasure from Norma as I ever have done.
She al but threw me on the settee and leaped on me, straddling me and pulling her knickers to one side, impailing herself on me, jumping upand down, squealing, 'Oh God I need this.' It was a comparative quickie, all over in 20 minutes. I made her a cup of tea and she left.
I picked Norma up from her 'health farm' at lunch time. She was frisky. I had showered since Kate and was ready for action again. I man should always be ready to pleasure his wife, and let me say, I get as much pleasure from Norma as I ever have done.
Saturday, 2 August 2008
Weekend sex
Norma has gone with a friend for some treatments at a health farm today. Kate is coming round. I was careful enough to drop off Norma and her friend this morning. I'm picking them up later. They can't come back unexpectedly.
Kate just send me a text - "it will have to be a quickie. Im only out shopping. my pussy is wet for you. God I need your c*ck.' Women on heat can be just as explicit as men or even more. Must go. Kate is almost here.
Kate just send me a text - "it will have to be a quickie. Im only out shopping. my pussy is wet for you. God I need your c*ck.' Women on heat can be just as explicit as men or even more. Must go. Kate is almost here.
Friday, 1 August 2008
Karen
I met with Karen for the first time last night after work. She is an internet contact. We spent a delightful two hours in the cocktail lounge of a hotel. I had booked a room but had no expectations that she would accept my invitation. My date earlier that day said she didn’t do it on a first date. Karen was not so coy. At around seven thirty, I asked her what time she had to be home. She said, ‘Tomorrow. My husband thinks I’m away with work.’ I replied that it was a good job that I had booked a room. She replied that she had no intention of sleeping in her car.
I then apologized and told her that I would have to go by ten O’clock. She completely took the wind out of my sails by saying, ‘Well, what are we waiting for?’ She was absolutely lovely. We took the remainder of the bottle of wine to the room and began slowly with languorous kisses, petting and slowly undressing each other. It was as near to a perfect evening as I have ever had. We didn’t try anything fancy and used only two positions, but kissed a lot as well. She orgasmed early, which always pleases me. By quarter to ten, I came and we both admitted to feeling on cloud nine. We showered together and I went home.
It’s not unusual for me to get a very close bond with a woman early on in a relationship. I have fallen in love a few times. Karen could become one time more. It may seem strange that I can have two or three lovers during the same period and be in love with two of them while having sex with a third, and yet having no feeling of guilt. That is just the way I am.
It’s weekend tomorrow and I may not have much time to do a posting, but I will try.
I then apologized and told her that I would have to go by ten O’clock. She completely took the wind out of my sails by saying, ‘Well, what are we waiting for?’ She was absolutely lovely. We took the remainder of the bottle of wine to the room and began slowly with languorous kisses, petting and slowly undressing each other. It was as near to a perfect evening as I have ever had. We didn’t try anything fancy and used only two positions, but kissed a lot as well. She orgasmed early, which always pleases me. By quarter to ten, I came and we both admitted to feeling on cloud nine. We showered together and I went home.
It’s not unusual for me to get a very close bond with a woman early on in a relationship. I have fallen in love a few times. Karen could become one time more. It may seem strange that I can have two or three lovers during the same period and be in love with two of them while having sex with a third, and yet having no feeling of guilt. That is just the way I am.
It’s weekend tomorrow and I may not have much time to do a posting, but I will try.
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