New lovers

Again, I apologise to my readers for a long absence. I have been busy and spent every bit of my spare time trying to find new lovers. I have had some success, though a couple of failures, too. One of my prospects sent me lots of explicit emails and texts, such things as, 'You make me wet all the time.'

We had fixed up a meeting and I was bold enough to suggest that I might book a hotel. She seemed deeply offended and asked me what sort of woman I thought she was. I apologised unreservedly, but she dropped me like a hot coal.

There have been successes. I spent two hours this morning with a rather gorgeous divorcee, 41 years old. She doesn't want commitment any more. Fine by me.

Yesterday, I sent a text to a former lover, Lisa. I wasn't even sure if she had the same number. She broke of the relationship to get married. History repeats itself, because Kate had also broken off an affair with me because she was moving in with a man. To my utter surprise, Lisa phoned me instantly. Something rather spooky had happened. She had just returned from taking her husband to the airport where he was to fly to the Gulf to work for two months. She confessed that she often though of me.

We will meet up next week. She feels guilty about it but feels that her needs overide any morals.

Back to my office now.

Little Black Book

I don't have a little black book, but I don't delete e-mails, no matter how old, from women with promise. Nor do I erase phone numbers.

I need new blood, as it were. I need to make love to a women I have never had before. One way of bringing this about is to revisit contacts that fell by the wayside for some reason. This morning, I identified three. One of those was bereaved and had to go overseas for a funeral when we were due to meet. Another's daughter had an accident at school the day we were due to meet and I got stuck in horrible traffic when I was scheduled to meet the third.

I have had extensive phone calls with all of them and got on well. Earlier today, I sent a text to each of them. One has replied and asked me to call her this afternoon. At last, it looks as if I am going to get inside the knickers of a 'new' woman. It make me feel so horny at the thought. I'll keep you posted.

The Scouts and Sex Education

Not many years ago, the Girl Guide organisation merged with the Scouts. On Monday this week, they announced that they would be giving sex education to their members, with the emphasis on not giving in to peer pressure to have sex.

It takes me back to my teenage years. I felt no pressure from my peers. The pressure was from a deep internal drive. I wanted my erect penis inside a vagina. The contemplation of it was so delicious as to be almost unbearable. When it eventually happened, the experience lived up to expectations, and even exceeded them. What I hadn't bargained for was the exquisite delight of the smell and tasteof a girl's juices. That had never been in my fantasies, but often is now.

However, I am not convinced that peer pressure results in many people engaging in sex before they are ready.

The Scout movement could do worse than giving a balanced, uninhibited view of sex, emphasing the sheer joy of bodily union, but the dangers of STDs.

On another tack, it is now some weeks since I emailed Ann. The email didn't bounce but she hasn't replied. I need to decide what to do.

A New Potential from Friends Reunited

Six years ago, I had brief affair with a woman I knew as a teenager. She sent me a message through the Friends Reunited web site. I started an email flirtation with her. It was fairly low key to start with, but when she reciprocated, I turned up the heat somewhat. We had an affair which lasted almost two months, but history repeated itself and she wanted more of me than I could give, so we broke it off.

In August, I received a short message from Dorothyvia the same web site. I don't remember her from childhood, but I do remember her name. She is four years younger than me, so that isn't surprising. I have discovered that her husband is impotent and that she misses the physical side of marriage. Today, I sent her a message conatining some flirtation. Let's see how she responds.

I am already on heat for Dorothy, so let's hope she is up for it.

Church comes to the rescue

Norma went to church this morning and has now gone to the supermarket. She is out of the house almost two hours when she goes to church - ten past ten till around quarter past twelve.

I have been gagging for it for days and unable to carry out my work at 100%, because of the frustration. Kate has been feeling the frustration, too. She told her husband she was going to church this morning (my idea). She arrived just after Norma had left and we had a very steamy time in my lounge. She orgasms easily and I absolutely loved it, feeling her vaginal muscles pulsate around my c**k. I came after an hour and a quarter, gave Kate a quick cup of tea, kissed her goodbye, fluffed up the cushions on the sofa, washed Kate's cup, and cut the back lawn, before Norma came back.

Norma is looking particularly sexy and I will be ready for more by later this afternoon. When she came in, I wanted to run my hand up the inside of her thigh. That will have to wait till she gets back from Sainsubury's. I feel myself to be a lucky guy.

A Fantasy

I mentioned that I have some virtual lovers. They sometimes ask me to write a fantasy for them. I wrote one for one of my readers. Here it is:

You and I are on holiday on a tropical archipelago and hire a boat to take us to a deserted island. We step ashore among the palm trees whose fronds sprinkle drops of sunlight onto the sand. Between two of the trees is a low slung hammock, less than a couple of feet off the ground. You lie in it. I lie on the ground to the right of you, but almost beneath. I'm wearing chinos and a holiday shirt.

The sound of the waves is magic. The breeze is cooling, but you are very warm. You are wearing a lovely white cotton dress, with tiny forget-me-nots printed on it, but because of the heat, you are wearing no underwear. The cooling breeze blows and you let your knees fall wide open, letting the cooling air get to your intimate parts. It is as if they are being caressed by the gentlest of kisses. There is a stirring and a tingling, a rush of blood to your lips and clitoris. Your pussy muscles contract now and then, trying to grip something that isn't there.

There is now an incredible, pleasurable feeling in your groin. You reach out and down with your right leg and and rest the sole of your bare foot between my legs and start to rub gently. You feel me stirring. My c*ck hardens under the sole of your foot. I take hold of your right arm and pull you. You fall gently on top of me. Our lips meet and we kiss deeply. Our groins meet and push against each other.

The dress has buttons down the front which I begin to undo, and kiss your breasts, exploring them with my hands, and nibbling your nipples. You push your hips back and forth, rubbing your clit up and down my groin against my cock which is still inside my trousers.

Our lips are still locked together and our tongues explore each other. You unfasten my belt and pull down my trousers a little. I am erect and rock hard, the shiny red end glistening with pre-cum. Your pussy is throbbing, needing to be taken, but before we know it, the end of my rigid cock has found the moist entrance and is pushing in deep. Your hips move in rhythm with mine, your pussy riding up and down my hard shaft, as my cock buts up against your cervix.

I roll you over in the sand without losing penetration. The thrusting becomes more rapid as you feel my cock deep and hard and my balls butting up against you. Suddenly, you feel your muscles going into spasm, contracting time after time. You are squealing. Your hands grip my shoulders and your nails go into my skin. My cock begins to jerk, while our hips are bucking against each other in incredible pleasure as my spurting cock gives its load deep inside you, but before it has quite finished, I take him out and kneel over you. You see him, stiff and hard. Out of the shiny red end spurts that lovely sticky creamy-white liquid onto your breasts and neck. You rub it into your skin and then lick your hands.

We lie head to tail and I enjoy licking the juice from your pussy. You take my cock into your mouth and suck him clean. We continue licking each other for several minutes and then you notice a stirring in me. I am starting to grow again...

Now, I visualised that to the last detail, including imagining what you taste like. I didn't have any problem cuming

Virtual affairs

I have a few virtual lovers. I speak with them on the phone and send e-mails. All of them say they desperately want an affair with me, but the distance between us has prevented it so far.

One of them is in Canada. Another is in a very remote part of the UK, living with her farmer husband. To my surprise, she can get a mobile signal and we chat often in the mornings before I start work. We chatted today and since then she has sent me numerous naughty texts. She seems to be on heat and has been very explicit. That has put me on heat, too. I am feeling so, so horny.

Norma is working late tonight so I just might have to bring myself some relief.

Tougher For Men Than Women, perhaps?

I sometimes wish I were a woman. It’s not a desire for a sex change, but it seems it might make getting sex easier. From my limited view, it is much easier for a philandering woman to find partners than for a man. Evidence for this is that a number of web sites are free to women but very expensive to men. This gives a more even gender balance than those where both sexes pay the same. On those sites where it costs the same for both genders, there can be five times more men than women. Five men are chasing one woman, whereas one woman has the pick of five men. Statistically, this means that it isn’t five times harder for a man but five times five – 25 times harder. On other web sites there are three times as many men, which makes it nine times harder.

I have spent a huge amount of my time looking for women. When I have found them and met them, I have around 95% success in having a successful relationship, but it takes so much time and energy. I am on the lookout constantly. Having a very pressurised work life and a happy home life, makes the hunt even tougher. I am still successful, where many men aren’t. I get emails from men who ask me for tips because they have had little luck.

So, guys, here are a few tips that will help you with most women, though there are exceptions:


1. Be normal.
2. Don’t send unsolicited cock pics and don’t put them on a web site. Women absolutely love cocks, especially erect ones, but not from cold. They need wooing – old fashioned lecherous seduction. Once you have a relationship with a woman, then you will judge how much cock talk and visualisation she wants, but she wants the man, initially, not his organ in her face.
3. Be interested in the whole woman. She may have a husband and children. All my lovers have told me about their home lives.
4. Stay on line. If you belong to a dating web site, log in as often as possible for as long as possible, even if the application is just running in the background while you are doing other things.
5. When you are in contact, listen to the woman’s needs and be flexible.
6. When you meet, you must be very tidy and well turned out. (I won’t advise you to be clean, because it’s too obvious.) Find out what the woman wants to talk about. Don’t bore her with your preoccupations. It helps if you are funny, but don’t work on this or it will backfire.

Well guys – all the best with your philandering future.

Double Standards

I know an 82 year-old woman who is critical of her 30 year old grandson because he lives with his girl friend. She speaks as if she is a of moral authority. In fact, she had an affair with a married man in the 1940’s and bore him a child. Having been subjected to much stigma and having had to leave town at the time of her pregnancy, one would have thought that she would be empathic to her grand son, but no, she is scathing.

I have slept with married women who are protective of their grown up sons’ and daughters’ morals. Occasionally, I wonder whether any of my children, all of whom are attached, have a lover. I will never know what my reaction will be till it happens, but I wonder. My son has a lovely wife. If he had lovers and his wife never found out, no harm would be done, but I just wonder if I would feel for her. I, too, contain contradictions, but no human, let alone a serial adulterer, is straightforward.

Sex Drive and castration

I'm now back from holiday. For two weeks, I was all eyes and ears, looking for an opportunity. If I had been an animal, my nostrils would have been twitching, too, but I had no luck, apart from obtaining the phone number of a potential lover here in UK.

Returning to an old theme, I am not alone in having a very high sex drive. It is so high that it can severely alter aspects of my 'normal' life. I will go to great lengths to satisfy it. I thank God that my sex drive is for consenting, adult women. While the thought of sex with minors, one's own family or non-consenting women fills me with the utmost revulsion, I do have a grain of compassion for those monsters whose sex drive leads them into abhorrent acts. I simply ask myself what would I do if my lust was for minors or for forcing myself onto women. It would be torture.

It is easy for me to say it, but I believe I would opt for castration, whether actual or chemical. Otherwise, the irresistable force of my desire and the immovable object of my revultion for what I might do, would be in conflict.


As it is, I am in a happy situation. I have booked a hotel room for tomorrow (Monday)afternoon and will be taking a lunch break with Kate. I am ready for a good work out. I can't wait.

Holiday sex

My story continues. The three women were relaxed and talked openly. Yes, one of their objectives was to score on holiday but they hadn´t had much success this time. One of them made it with a waiter last year on their last night, but she said she was too tired and too drunk to enjoy it. She had to wait till 3 am when he finished his shift.

I wrote my number on a beer mat and gave it to her. Yesterday, she sent me a text asking me to join her for a drink that evening. Now, what would I tell Norma? I had to decline, but, as it happens, they live no more than 50 miles from me, so I just might have more luck with her at home.

As mentioned, I am all eyes and ears and still have had no luck.

I have read two free English language newspapers. There are dozens of adverts from willing women, but reading between the lines, they want paying. Now,I´ve received more texts from Kate and am going to have ´lunch´with her on Monday. I can´t wait.