Peter only got a peck on the cheek. No attraction at all. Totally full of himself and was only invited to mine as we were both bored and wanted company.
Jon was a 20 year old local guy. Very good looking and had a cheeky smile. I can't remember much about that night apart from the fact he couldn't get over the size of my boobs. From what I do remember we had quite a giggle and then never saw each other again.
My cheeky number 17.
Patrick was an older guy. I think he was about 45 but he could have been older. Married and was a massage therapist with a fetish.
We chatted for a week or so and he told me he was really into spanking. He liked well rounded bottoms...I fit the bill.
He arrived one morning and we went straight upstairs. He took down my jeans and rubbed my backside. He then gave it a sharp slap. He then picked up my hairbrush and told me I was getting 12 smacks on each butt cheek and I had to count out loud as I got them. Well they got harder and harder and after 12 I was feeling light headed. It was quite a turn on though and as he started the next 12 I was rubbing my clit faster and faster. I came as I got to number 12 and as I did so he stuck his short stubby cock inside me whilst he fingered my arsehole. He was telling me what a naughty whore I was and then he took out his cock and roughly shoved it in my arse. It didn't take long for him to cum and he squirted it all over my red raw cheeks.
My kinky number 18.
David was a double glazing salesman. He was funny to chat to as he was really upfront and pervy. He had a girlfriend but that didn't bother me.
I'd been boasting about my love of blow jobs and he told me to prove it......a day later he was cumming all over my face.
Tuesday 15 November 2011
Tuesday 8 November 2011
All these memories....
....have been making me very horny. Shame my fella hasn't been around much to help me out (we don't yet live together). It's had to be self love only so far this week (apart from when I saw him on Sunday night and gave him a lovely long bj and he gave me a fab orgasm).
He has no idea I've started writing all my memories down...well actually he had idea what a whore I was before we met. He's never asked how many men I've slept with, although he knows I did see a few different guys in the 2 years after my ex husband and I split up. I'm a bit nervous of his reaction, so that's why I've never told him and he's not one for asking lots of questions. All he knows is that I love sucking cock and that I must have practiced quite a bit as he says I'm amazing at it (but then guys pretty much always say that).
Anyway, I'm seeing him tonight...... ;0)
He has no idea I've started writing all my memories down...well actually he had idea what a whore I was before we met. He's never asked how many men I've slept with, although he knows I did see a few different guys in the 2 years after my ex husband and I split up. I'm a bit nervous of his reaction, so that's why I've never told him and he's not one for asking lots of questions. All he knows is that I love sucking cock and that I must have practiced quite a bit as he says I'm amazing at it (but then guys pretty much always say that).
Anyway, I'm seeing him tonight...... ;0)
Sunday 6 November 2011
The men with no names
I'm a bad bad girl.....This next guy is known as the "blond guy", on my sordid list. I was chatting with him online, he said he was horny, I invited him over, made him cum all over my face and he left. I don't even know his name.
This rather unattractive guy is on my list due to a moment of madness. Again, this one is nameless I'm afraid (I think I did know his name but have erased it from memory...unlike the sex). I was chatting online with a few different friends when a guy got in touch and it turned out he lived in my village. He had a photo on his profile, it was a bit hazy, but I was bored and suggested he come over. In walks this guy who I found totally unattractive. So why didn't I make an excuse and ask him to leave? I have no clue.
We go upstairs, he lies on my bed and I go down on him. I swear this is the truth, I sucked his cock for no more than 10 seconds and he came. I was stunned but put it down to my skills, lol.. He apologised and said that was normal for him. Ooookay, I thought, what now? He insisted if I carried on he'd be ready to go again soon. So down I went again wondering what the hell I was doing this for and again, no word of a lie, he came after about a minute. Now this has NEVER happened to me before. I was so stunned I started laughing.
I sat on the bed and stated hinting that maybe he'd like to go home now, but he said he'd be ready again soon and he'd like us to have sex. By this time I was wondering if he'd not had many women and was just getting over excited. So on I got, riding his cock for about..oooh, maybe 2 mins at most and he starts shuddering...he's cum again. Now this was madness, I thought. We lay on my bed, making small talk and just when I thought he was gearing up to leave, he asked if it was okay if he wanked over my boobs. Speechless is an understatement, so I just nodded and off he popped again, dribbling cum all over me. The guy came 4 times in less than 20 mins. After that I told him I was going to bed. He left. I saw him in the street a couple of times but pretended I hadn't seen him...what a bitch I am. My over excited number 16.
This rather unattractive guy is on my list due to a moment of madness. Again, this one is nameless I'm afraid (I think I did know his name but have erased it from memory...unlike the sex). I was chatting online with a few different friends when a guy got in touch and it turned out he lived in my village. He had a photo on his profile, it was a bit hazy, but I was bored and suggested he come over. In walks this guy who I found totally unattractive. So why didn't I make an excuse and ask him to leave? I have no clue.
We go upstairs, he lies on my bed and I go down on him. I swear this is the truth, I sucked his cock for no more than 10 seconds and he came. I was stunned but put it down to my skills, lol.. He apologised and said that was normal for him. Ooookay, I thought, what now? He insisted if I carried on he'd be ready to go again soon. So down I went again wondering what the hell I was doing this for and again, no word of a lie, he came after about a minute. Now this has NEVER happened to me before. I was so stunned I started laughing.
I sat on the bed and stated hinting that maybe he'd like to go home now, but he said he'd be ready again soon and he'd like us to have sex. By this time I was wondering if he'd not had many women and was just getting over excited. So on I got, riding his cock for about..oooh, maybe 2 mins at most and he starts shuddering...he's cum again. Now this was madness, I thought. We lay on my bed, making small talk and just when I thought he was gearing up to leave, he asked if it was okay if he wanked over my boobs. Speechless is an understatement, so I just nodded and off he popped again, dribbling cum all over me. The guy came 4 times in less than 20 mins. After that I told him I was going to bed. He left. I saw him in the street a couple of times but pretended I hadn't seen him...what a bitch I am. My over excited number 16.
A new low
Now I'm not going to sit here and tell you all the guys I've been with up to now were single. They all told me they were but I wouldn't have known if they'd had girlfriends.
Therefore this next guy gave me a bit of a surprise.
Warren and I had met through the first larger lady site I'd joined. For the first couple of weeks we chatted as friends, emailing back and forth about our day etc. After about a month, it became flirty and then downright suggestive. I was really into this guy, he was everything I wanted......but we never swapped numbers and he told me he didn't have msn and couldn't work out how to install it. Now maybe alarm bells should have been ringing, but they didn't. Well in one of my emails I casually asked him how long he'd been single (not sure why it hadn't come up before) and that's when he dropped the bombshell.....he was in a long term relationship. He'd joined the site because he'd always had a thing about bigger women but was in a relationship with a slim woman. He said he'd gone on there to find friends...I informed him you don't tend to go on dating sites to find a friend. We didn't speak for a week, I told him I was gutted and to leave me alone.
I missed him though. I looked forward to his emails so much. I emailed him to tell him it was a mistake not to tell me but we could still chat as friends. He agreed but over the next few weeks it gradually got flirty again (I'm not proud of the fact I was flirting with a taken man and it sadly wouldn't be the last time either). He told me he was heading my way one day and I casually invited him for a coffee. He knocked at my door and after a little initial awkwardness we were chatting away like we had in our emails. We sat at the dining table and held hands. Half an hour later we kissed. He left for home. We carried on emailing. He came over again, this time we kissed the whole time he was here. He could never stay for long. He left for home. His third visit, I was fresh out the shower and in my dressing gown. He walked in and as we kissed my gown fell open. He ran his hands over my body. We moved to the kitchen to get a drink, chatted for a while and then kissed again, this time with more passion than ever before. He opened my dressing gown and reached down to touch my pussy, gently stroking me. But that's as far as is went. I wanted him so much but that was the last time he came over. I can't remember the emails after that, maybe I was getting stroppy about him being in a relationship..I just don't know. I'm not even sure that his name was really Warren. He was a bit of a mystery.
Gary was a guy with a fetish. We got chatting and he was open about the fact he was newly married. He also told me he had a girlfriend. He'd been with his girlfriend since college but had met and married another woman. His girlfriend knew about the wife and was happy with the arrangement. His wife knew nothing. He had normal bog standard sex with his wife but liked it kinky with his gf. He liked to be submissive. He liked to be smacked about. To be walked on. To have his balls grabbed tightly and smacked. He liked candlewax and being tied up.
We emailed each other and he'd tell me what he'd been up to and then he asked if I'd meet up with him. Now I was now going through a pretty bad stage....I couldn't care less if the men were single, attached or married...if I wanted them and they were up for it, then it was on. I agreed to meeting him and we had mildly kinky sex in the middle of the afternoon. I smacked him about a bit, put my hands around his neck, smacked him in the balls...but he didn't turn me on at all. I sat on his cock, made him cum and off he went. Nothing impressive. Number 15.
Therefore this next guy gave me a bit of a surprise.
Warren and I had met through the first larger lady site I'd joined. For the first couple of weeks we chatted as friends, emailing back and forth about our day etc. After about a month, it became flirty and then downright suggestive. I was really into this guy, he was everything I wanted......but we never swapped numbers and he told me he didn't have msn and couldn't work out how to install it. Now maybe alarm bells should have been ringing, but they didn't. Well in one of my emails I casually asked him how long he'd been single (not sure why it hadn't come up before) and that's when he dropped the bombshell.....he was in a long term relationship. He'd joined the site because he'd always had a thing about bigger women but was in a relationship with a slim woman. He said he'd gone on there to find friends...I informed him you don't tend to go on dating sites to find a friend. We didn't speak for a week, I told him I was gutted and to leave me alone.
I missed him though. I looked forward to his emails so much. I emailed him to tell him it was a mistake not to tell me but we could still chat as friends. He agreed but over the next few weeks it gradually got flirty again (I'm not proud of the fact I was flirting with a taken man and it sadly wouldn't be the last time either). He told me he was heading my way one day and I casually invited him for a coffee. He knocked at my door and after a little initial awkwardness we were chatting away like we had in our emails. We sat at the dining table and held hands. Half an hour later we kissed. He left for home. We carried on emailing. He came over again, this time we kissed the whole time he was here. He could never stay for long. He left for home. His third visit, I was fresh out the shower and in my dressing gown. He walked in and as we kissed my gown fell open. He ran his hands over my body. We moved to the kitchen to get a drink, chatted for a while and then kissed again, this time with more passion than ever before. He opened my dressing gown and reached down to touch my pussy, gently stroking me. But that's as far as is went. I wanted him so much but that was the last time he came over. I can't remember the emails after that, maybe I was getting stroppy about him being in a relationship..I just don't know. I'm not even sure that his name was really Warren. He was a bit of a mystery.
Gary was a guy with a fetish. We got chatting and he was open about the fact he was newly married. He also told me he had a girlfriend. He'd been with his girlfriend since college but had met and married another woman. His girlfriend knew about the wife and was happy with the arrangement. His wife knew nothing. He had normal bog standard sex with his wife but liked it kinky with his gf. He liked to be submissive. He liked to be smacked about. To be walked on. To have his balls grabbed tightly and smacked. He liked candlewax and being tied up.
We emailed each other and he'd tell me what he'd been up to and then he asked if I'd meet up with him. Now I was now going through a pretty bad stage....I couldn't care less if the men were single, attached or married...if I wanted them and they were up for it, then it was on. I agreed to meeting him and we had mildly kinky sex in the middle of the afternoon. I smacked him about a bit, put my hands around his neck, smacked him in the balls...but he didn't turn me on at all. I sat on his cock, made him cum and off he went. Nothing impressive. Number 15.
I'd had a taste and wanted more
My last conquest may not have gone as I expected, but I'd had a cock in my mouth and needed that to happen again.
Jamie was a local guy, he worked for DHL, shift worker, was an msn buddy but not on cam (he used msn at work). Not great looking but covered in tattoos and piercings, so quite sexy really. He said it like it was, slept around and liked the fact I was up for no string sex. We met up many times. Sometimes he'd tell me he was just leaving work and he was wanting a quick bj. Other times he'd be finishing at 2am and I'd leave the door open for him. He's come upstairs fuck me and leave. There wasn't much in it for me and I don't think I ever came with him, but he knew how I liked it and I had great orgasms once he'd left. He'd be bossy and tell me to get to my knees as he walked through the door getting his cock out. He'd tell me he was only fucking me in my arse because the tighter the better. He was a total bastard but it was very horny sex. We were fuck buddies for about 6 months. I didn't want anything more from him. We used each other and that was the way we liked it. My horny number 14.
Jamie was a local guy, he worked for DHL, shift worker, was an msn buddy but not on cam (he used msn at work). Not great looking but covered in tattoos and piercings, so quite sexy really. He said it like it was, slept around and liked the fact I was up for no string sex. We met up many times. Sometimes he'd tell me he was just leaving work and he was wanting a quick bj. Other times he'd be finishing at 2am and I'd leave the door open for him. He's come upstairs fuck me and leave. There wasn't much in it for me and I don't think I ever came with him, but he knew how I liked it and I had great orgasms once he'd left. He'd be bossy and tell me to get to my knees as he walked through the door getting his cock out. He'd tell me he was only fucking me in my arse because the tighter the better. He was a total bastard but it was very horny sex. We were fuck buddies for about 6 months. I didn't want anything more from him. We used each other and that was the way we liked it. My horny number 14.
Sensitive to the extreme
After a few months of complete filth, I decided to try and calm things down, at least on the real life cock front...I was still being a cam slut.
I began chatting to this lovely guy called James.Yet another London guy. He was tall, handsome, intelligent, musical, chatty and for some daft reason, quite smitten with me (well I'd not told him about my sordid antics).
We'd been chatting for about a month when we decided he should come and visit me. Now we'd not been dirty on cam with each other and had only done a little bit of smutty talk. This was because we were both quite keen on each other and didn't want to go down that path until we'd met up properly.
I picked him up from the station and was wowed by how gorgeous he was. He seemed a bit shy but we soon broke the ice and it was all going really well. We went out and had a meal, came home, wine was flowing and then we kissed. It was tender, sweet and lovely. Hmmmm, I already had slight alarm bells in my head...was this guy just going to be too tender, sweet and lovely...when I knew I liked filth.
At bedtime, we climbed into bed and started kissing. My boobs got his full attention, I think he got lost in them for a while. I moved my hand down to feel his cock and gently held it, stroked it and felt it grow in my hand. Not bad I thought. It had been a little while since a cock had passed my lips and I was hungry for it. I put my head under the covers and took him in my mouth and as I did he winced. "Sorry, did I hurt you?" I asked. He explained that he had an ultra sensitive cock and so I assured him I'd be really gentle. Well I was licking him so softly and he was flinching all the time. This is bloody silly, I thought. I was hardly touching him...what the hell is the sex going to be like? Pretty damn crap as it happened. He seemed to be okay with a condom on and we did it in a few different positions, but I was totally put off by now and once he'd cum I went straight to sleep. The next morning I couldn't get him to the station fast enough. My number 13 that didn't like head....goodbye.
I began chatting to this lovely guy called James.Yet another London guy. He was tall, handsome, intelligent, musical, chatty and for some daft reason, quite smitten with me (well I'd not told him about my sordid antics).
We'd been chatting for about a month when we decided he should come and visit me. Now we'd not been dirty on cam with each other and had only done a little bit of smutty talk. This was because we were both quite keen on each other and didn't want to go down that path until we'd met up properly.
I picked him up from the station and was wowed by how gorgeous he was. He seemed a bit shy but we soon broke the ice and it was all going really well. We went out and had a meal, came home, wine was flowing and then we kissed. It was tender, sweet and lovely. Hmmmm, I already had slight alarm bells in my head...was this guy just going to be too tender, sweet and lovely...when I knew I liked filth.
At bedtime, we climbed into bed and started kissing. My boobs got his full attention, I think he got lost in them for a while. I moved my hand down to feel his cock and gently held it, stroked it and felt it grow in my hand. Not bad I thought. It had been a little while since a cock had passed my lips and I was hungry for it. I put my head under the covers and took him in my mouth and as I did he winced. "Sorry, did I hurt you?" I asked. He explained that he had an ultra sensitive cock and so I assured him I'd be really gentle. Well I was licking him so softly and he was flinching all the time. This is bloody silly, I thought. I was hardly touching him...what the hell is the sex going to be like? Pretty damn crap as it happened. He seemed to be okay with a condom on and we did it in a few different positions, but I was totally put off by now and once he'd cum I went straight to sleep. The next morning I couldn't get him to the station fast enough. My number 13 that didn't like head....goodbye.
When did this all change?
My ex didn't like any kind of bum play on himself but helped me out when I wanted to try on myself. He was of the generation that thought men's bums were kinda out of bounds (unless you were gay, obviously).
As far as I was concerned it was each to their own.
Chatting to two different young lads online, I discovered that bum play was becoming quite popular and both of these two wanted me to help them with this.
As it wasn't long since I'd helped Carl (number 11) with this, I didn't bat an eyelid and they were both up for meeting me.
Stephen was a 21 year old chef. He told me he was bisexual but only in the way that he didn't care who sucked his cock...male or female. I was a little surprised by this but thought it was great (one of my fantasies is to watch 2 men together). Anyway, he arrived at my house and we wasted no time, he was stripped and on my bed within minutes. I really enjoyed sucking him off...he was very vocal and I loved hearing him moaning with pleasure. As with Carl, I licked around Stephen's arsehole and slowly put my finger in. He loved it. Toys were next. He started off small but asked for the larger one. He wanted to be fucked in the arse and I obliged. It was then my turn and he got my biggest dido out and roughly fucked my pussy with it. He was really into it and it wasn't long before he had me on all fours, fucking me doggy style. He didn't stay for long and neither did I want him to. Number 12...done.
Weaver was a very young looking 20 year old. He had the cutest smile and was always horny. He liked to go on cam and wank while I watched him. One day he bent over and fingered his own arse...that's different, I thought. He asked if I was shocked...I assured him nothing really shocked me now.
We chatted for a few weeks and eventually he came over one night. He was adorable but not in any way sexy. Still, I had promised him a bit of fun and I wasn't about to go back on my word. He couldn't kiss for toffee, sloppy, messy and inexperienced. I told him to lie back while I showed him what a real woman could do. His eyes were nearly popping out his head. I held him off for about half an hour, fingering his arse, sucking him hard and deep until he was ready to cum all over my face. Nobody has ever thanked me as much as he did. I think he rather enjoyed himself. And with that I sent him on his merry way. He used to message me quite a lot, wanting a repeat performance...I just told him I was seeing someone and he eventually stopped getting in touch. Sweet lad.
As far as I was concerned it was each to their own.
Chatting to two different young lads online, I discovered that bum play was becoming quite popular and both of these two wanted me to help them with this.
As it wasn't long since I'd helped Carl (number 11) with this, I didn't bat an eyelid and they were both up for meeting me.
Stephen was a 21 year old chef. He told me he was bisexual but only in the way that he didn't care who sucked his cock...male or female. I was a little surprised by this but thought it was great (one of my fantasies is to watch 2 men together). Anyway, he arrived at my house and we wasted no time, he was stripped and on my bed within minutes. I really enjoyed sucking him off...he was very vocal and I loved hearing him moaning with pleasure. As with Carl, I licked around Stephen's arsehole and slowly put my finger in. He loved it. Toys were next. He started off small but asked for the larger one. He wanted to be fucked in the arse and I obliged. It was then my turn and he got my biggest dido out and roughly fucked my pussy with it. He was really into it and it wasn't long before he had me on all fours, fucking me doggy style. He didn't stay for long and neither did I want him to. Number 12...done.
Weaver was a very young looking 20 year old. He had the cutest smile and was always horny. He liked to go on cam and wank while I watched him. One day he bent over and fingered his own arse...that's different, I thought. He asked if I was shocked...I assured him nothing really shocked me now.
We chatted for a few weeks and eventually he came over one night. He was adorable but not in any way sexy. Still, I had promised him a bit of fun and I wasn't about to go back on my word. He couldn't kiss for toffee, sloppy, messy and inexperienced. I told him to lie back while I showed him what a real woman could do. His eyes were nearly popping out his head. I held him off for about half an hour, fingering his arse, sucking him hard and deep until he was ready to cum all over my face. Nobody has ever thanked me as much as he did. I think he rather enjoyed himself. And with that I sent him on his merry way. He used to message me quite a lot, wanting a repeat performance...I just told him I was seeing someone and he eventually stopped getting in touch. Sweet lad.
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