Risky sex

This was definitely the sexiest weekend of my life. It started Friday with a new lover that rocked my world. I'm falling hard for him already, and I am in that scary place where I haven't heard from him since Saturday and wondering if he feels the same way.

He found me on OK Cupid. He sent me this message, "You are beyond beautiful. I would fuck the shit out of you!" with a heart/smiley emoticon. I looked at his profile: 19 years old, a firefighter, and so godddamn good looking. I got wet just looking at his abs. And those brown eyes. Mmm. Something about him just smoldered right through my phone. He'd written four days prior, and I was just now seeing it. I wrote him back, "Mmmm you are just what I'm looking for. Text me...(my name and number)." He literally texted me instantly, and shockingly, his name came up in my phone! I hadn't recognized him from his profile but the name was instantaneous.

He is one of my son's friends from high school.

They double-dated for the prom two years ago. Took pics in front of my house. With him and his GF, my son and his GF, and his parents.

YEAH.

So of course I freaked out. I was terrified he'd tell my son. We texted all afternoon; he said he could trust me, that he'd never "kiss and tell", and that he hasn't seen or talked to my son since they graduated. That he's 19 now and a firefighter, lives on his own, etc. I told him that I didn't want to hurt his feelings but I didn't remember him. He said, "TBH I thought I did recognize you, I always thought you were beautiful." OMG. The compliments kept coming.

I didn't honestly remember him. I was more impressed with the Ferarri LOL. And he was just 17 then and my kid was in a tux! I wasn't looking at his buddy! I have NEVER looked at any of my son's friends in a sexual way. To me, my son will always feel like he's still 10 and so his friends are just kids to me. So this was very weird and uncomfortable, until we kept talking. It was obvious he was all grown up now and since I hadn't remembered him (other than his unique name and that he was here...and yes, I have pics....) it was like meeting a stranger. 

He tore my defenses down.

I started texting my hubby how badly I wanted him. He said, "If you can trust him, you can have him." I was soooo happy! F reassured me he could be trusted.

We wanted each other so badly.

I had to work later in the day, but I was free. He said he got off work at noon and could be here by 1.

I said, 'Perfect!"

I didn't need to give him my address.

I took a sexy selfie of myself when I was all ready and sent it to him. He loved it. He kept saying all the right things. I was beyond excited.

When he showed up, it was just magical. He had a big grin and looked even hotter in person. He came in and my dog greeted him with his nose in his business and politely petted him, and instantly just met my gaze and kissed me. He's got the fullest lips I've ever seen and he was a GREAT kisser. OMG. So much desire for this man. We just stood there kissing, eating each other up hungrily.

We finally broke apart and I led him into the kitchen where I had a bottle of peppermint schnapps and two glasses out for us. I had told him I needed it for my nerves cuz I was so nervous and excited to see him. I had had a vanilla vodka shot ten minutes before he'd shown up, and it didn't even have any effect. We chatted as we poured it and sipped, but he kept getting closer and kissing me. I couldn't get enough of him. My stupid dog wanted to go out so I let him out and we kept making out in the kitchen waiting for the dog to come back. It was fun. He undid his belt and put my hand on his dick right there in the kitchen and it was rock hard. It was so exciting. This is always my favorite part--foreplay.

We kept at it until I could wait no longer. Being that it was freezing out, I had to get that fucking dog back in before we went upstairs! I went to the front door and yelled for him. Thankfully he came running in! I took F by the hand and led up him upstairs.

He undressed and I helped him :)) yummy there's nothing so exciting as undressing a new hottie!!! And he had a HUGE hard dick. What is it about these short guys with huge dicks??? My good fortune for sure!!! And he WAS passionate. I felt like he was in love with me. THAT kind of passion. He had this intense eye contact like he possessed me. I was jumping out of my skin. I told him I had never felt like this before, and it wasn't a lie. I thought Jordan was amazing, and he was, but I realized later that Jordan made incredible eye contact only a few times, and F made eye contact constantly. It seriously was the sexiest feeling, and I told him so. I said, "no one has ever looked at me the way you look at me." And that made him look even more intently at me. If I wasn't absolutely mad about him it would be creepy hahaha

With every touch, he possessed me. I can't explain it. We were so hungry for each other. We devoured each other. I didn't feel that with Jordan. Jordan had fun with me but now, comparing the two, F made me feel like he NEEDED me. Like he couldn't live without me. He had a comfortableness with his own body, he made me feel so safe and loved. 

And he actually told me he loved me.

No one has ever accidentally told me they loved me before. I said it to Jordan while I was fucking him, and I knew he'd think, "eh, I'm just hot in bed." But the truth was I was falling for him. And here I am again, falling for someone again. And HARD. And HE told ME he loved ME, NOT the other way around. Did he mean it??

We did it in every position we could think of. And I had stopped and bought condoms cuz sadly, I knew I had to be careful, cuz not only could I catch something from him, he could possibly catch something from me. I don't know if my chlamydia is gone or not. Thank GOD I have an appt today in an hour!!!

Anyways, yeah, I told him mid-fuck I had gotten it. That I took meds and it was probably gone. My hubby freaked out when I told him this! He said, "WHAT??? YOU TOLD HIM???' He said gently then, 'You have such strong morals. You knew he needed to know. That wasn't the time to tell him!" So of course now I'm freaking out. I could barely sleep last night. So I made an appt first thing this morning. I hope to God I'm clean so I can tell him.

Okay, so back to Friday!

He was so full of passion. And he LOVES to give oral!! yay!!! Lucky me!!! He was GOOOOOOD. Mmmmmm. But of course I can never relax with someone new; I don't know why but I'm so self-conscious. He was amazing. Best lover I've ever had (aside from hubby).  There was so much passion. 

He wanted to come in me but not with a condom on. He wanted to come on me instead, and that's so hot I said sure! He was on top of me at this point and pulled out and tore off the condom and squirted his cum all over my breasts. It was fucking hot. Mmmm. Afterwards he laid down next to me, put his arm around me and pulled me close. He was so intimate. He told me how he lived in the basement of a house with a few roommates and I said how I'd love to come over. He loved the idea. He shared so much about himself...intimate things. About what happened with his GF who he was with for 3 years. How she cheated on him. He told me how he is going to be learning his dad's business cuz he's having a hard time now being a firefighter and seeing people in agony. He was just so real. We clicked like I've never clicked with anyone. With Jordan I was shaking the whole time. With F I was relaxed and I felt loved and safe. When he fucked me he'd hold me tight and one time I told him, "I can't get close enough to you."

I had set my phone alarm for 2 since I had to go pick up my daughter from school, and the alarm went off. We were talking at the moment and we hated the interruption. As we got dressed, he said how beautiful I looked (again!!!) OH and I forgot to tell you he said I was such a hot MILF and that I was his first MILF!!! I told him, "Yay!! I'm so honored!!!" We had such great chemistry. I stopped feeling nervous the minute he touched me. 

He loves cars, and told me his dad sold the red Ferrari and bought a Lambo. Damn they're rich! I told him what car I drove and he said OMG I love those and we walked out into the garage so I could show him my car. He opened the door, got in and sat down, and saw it was a 5-speed. He shifted the gears and high-fived me it was a manual. When he got out, he said, "have you ever fucked in your car?" and I laughed and said I hadn't. He said he'd love to fuck me in it or on it. "How about both?" he said with a huge mischievous grin! Mmmm. We kissed more, our bodies pressed together so hard. I said, "OMG I'm so ready to go again!" He said "me too!" but I had to go. I opened the garage door to let him out and we kissed until it opened, and then kissed again. We broke apart and he walked out, looking back at me the whole time. We both got in our cars at the same time, and I basically followed him down the street. He did this cute side-to-side movement with his car (I was right behind him) and I flashed my lights back. 

I spent the rest of the day on cloud nine.

Did I mention how much I loved fucking his body??? OMG those abs in his profile pic were in my bed! He even let me take a pic of him laying there naked on my bed. OMG I masturbated to that pic last night, my desire for him is so strong. I can't stand it. I haven't been able to stop thinking about him and I want him SO badly. I sent him a selfie Saturday on my way to work and he wrote back I looked beautiful and hoped I had a "fabulous' day. I said, "I will now because you made my day."

That was Saturday around 11 am. Haven't heard from him since. So now I'm in that place I hate...desperate for him and wondering if he feels the same way.

I'm going fucking out of my mind. I'm hoping that my doctor gives me the clear sign so I can tell him and reassure him. Stupid me.

Every minute that goes by he doesn't text me is sheer agony. He had said he was off work today and I was planning on going to his house. It's just after 9 am and I can't stand it. I'm so glad I'm going to the doctor.

He had said he could "do without a phone", so I'm trying not to make too much out of it. Hubby says to "calm down". 

BTW I forgot to say that we both said we didn't like ONS, and that we both wanted someone "regular" not multiple partners. It truly seemed we both wanted the same thing. It seemed we were meant for each other right from the start. The other thing is, I told him that if we did indeed become "regulars" I would delete my OK Cupid profile. He liked that.

And guess what???!! He's already deleted HIS. So I have NO idea what to make of this.

I will write him if I have good news from my doctor. And if I don't, and if I don't hear from him soon, I will write him anyways, cuz I honestly can't stand it. I can't stand the silence, I can't stand not hearing from him. If he's done with me already this will hurt BAD.

And my son is home from college, and I'm scared. I have so much to lose.

How to Have a HEALTHY Threesome

Hello dear readers, I promised you a follow-up to my last post, "You Want a WHAT??!!" 
Not being a guy, I don't know the reasons you guys want to have two women in bed with you at the same time; I can only surmise it's because somehow you've been led to believe two is better than one. Using this premise, I have to tell you, honestly, it's NOT. Even though I'm not a guy. BUT---and I don't want to be a hypocrite here---it CAN be one of the best experiences in your life. SO.....this post is about how to have that fantasy come true and not come back to bite you in the ass.

There's kind of 2 parts to this: One, if you're married or have a SO, the rules are very different than if you're single with no girlfriend/engaged or otherwise. The point is, unless your girl is already freaky, she is not going to be coaxed into letting you bring another woman into your bed. Stop asking her. And don't even think about getting her drunk and "accidentally" making out with another girl to "see if she'll go along with it." I see this on Dr. Phil all the time. Let me tell you, you'll regret it. Either get the fantasy out of your head or leave her and go do it, but don't keep pestering her to satisfy your selfish desires.

Part 2: A "truly" single guy. So....I'll start with that scenario, since that's what my Jordan is fantasizing about.

The question he asked me is, can I find another hot woman to go to bed with him and I?? First of all, I give him that he's so very young and inexperienced. Obviously, he hasn't read my previous post LOL and doesn't get that someone who already is into him wouldn't WANT to share him. Pretty much, that sums me up. Sex with him is so fucking amazing; how do I stand to benefit by getting naked with him and some other hot chick? Would it turn me on to see someone half my age sucking his dick? I doubt it. I think it would probably make me even more self-conscious. Sometimes I think, "Nah, Anna, you would have fun. Cuz he's into you... you know it has nothing to do with him losing interest in you. Rather, he thinks you're SO hot he wants to share YOU!!!!! Not the other way around!!!!" I go back and forth. I'm freaky and kinky. I'm not your typical female, and that's what he doesn't understand. He thinks all women think the way I do. This is the problem.

I remember how badly I wanted Mickey when he had that long-term girlfriend. I had done some serious trolling of her (to look for cracks--was he really that happy with her??) and she was, to my surprise, quite adorable. I trolled her FB page so much I began to have a little crush on her myself! With her amazing intelligence (she was a psych major I think), green eyes, her athletic little 110-pound body and full of tattoos, I could totally see why he was so into her. And of course, prodded on by him, Mickey confided in me he wished he could have both of us. I totally could've done it. I still could. 

That's called POLYAMORY. And it truly would be, W O N D E R F U L. It's what I and my hubby have both wanted for many years. 

The reason we haven't been able to find that wonderful person to have a polyamorous relationship with is primarily because we are programmed to want one person, and one person only (see previous post http://weswing-naughtyanna.blogspot.com). 

I told my husband about Jordan's request. He said, "With nearly 5000 FB friends, does he really need you to find him a girl to have sex with??" RIGHT??? He's a model. He's fucking gorgeous. God's gift to women. I truly mean that with every cell in my body. He is gorgeous. He can get anyone he wants. Every pic he posts gets hundreds of 'likes". So then, why can't he scrap together two of his thousands of followers to have sex with him? He said, "I certainly don't know how to go about this." Dear readers, I hope you know the answer.

BECAUSE NONE OF US WANT TO SHARE HIM. WE WANT HIM ALL FOR OURSELVES.

To bring another woman into bed with him would be the ultimate competition. We'd see for ourselves how another woman sucks and fucks. Maybe she doesn't have bigger tits than us but damn she likes it in the ass and I would never do that. Maybe watching him lick her pussy makes us feel a little gay and wonder about our own sexuality. Maybe she likes my tits and starts to rub my nipples. What then???!!! And as he takes turns with us, flipping us over like a well-cooked grilled cheese sandwich, is he comparing us? "Hmm, that one could use a little more time at the gym" or "damn, I never really noticed her cellulite". This is what we woman think about. We are constantly feeling that never-ending competition with other women! Locker rooms are bad enough! Get naked with our guy AND the hot girl whose locker is next to mine?? Are you fucking insane???!!!

I'll let you in on a little secret. Being with another woman in bed (if you're a woman) is one of the smartest things you can do. And one of the most exciting. I totally recommend it.

So.....how do you go about finding another woman to bed your guy with? Is this another post? Hmmm.. am I digressing? 

To answer Jordan's question, what he needs to do is find two women who find him hot who do not know one another. Like a rock stars' groupies, they are two hot chicks and they have all "just met". This is truly the only way this can work. Because the women start completely even. The understanding is, he likes you both EXACTLY THE SAME. YOU'RE BOTH HOT AND HE ISN'T INTERESTED IN A RELATIONSHIP WITH EITHER OF YOU. At least, that's how it starts out.  Maybe you'll all exchange phone numbers and carry on after said sexual threesome. Maybe not. That's not the point. The point is to try to eliminate competition as much as possible.

What kind of woman would want to bed a guy and another girl at the same time? How does a hot single guy find such a girl? Or two for that matter? That is Jordan's question.

It's not easy, I told him, "it's much more complicated than you would think." And sadly, I don't have an easy answer for him. If I did, my hubby would've gotten the threesomes HE'S been fantasizing about now for, oh, ten years or more. Because the women we've gone to bed with turned out to be whores he cheated on me with and brought them home to me like they were brand new toys out of the box. Never been played with. That wasn't true. My point is, Jordan my sweet, this is how we women are. My hubby knew the only way he'd get me to agree to have another woman in our bed is if he lied and manipulated me to get her there.

We nearly divorced over it.

The only way to get another woman, or two women in your bed, is to just find two women you want to have sex with and ASK THEM if they'd be interested in a threesome.

It's called HONESTY folks. It's not about manipulating people by drugging them with booze until their clothes fall off and then taking advantage of them. Everyone needs to be in agreement about what they want and expect from a threesome. Anything less than that will lead to hurt feelings, diseases, and worse, broken marriages and possibly violence. This is serious stuff here. Threesomes are not to be taken lightly if you're in a committed relationship.

If you're truly single like my Jordan, he shouldn't really have too much trouble finding two women to play with. All he has to do is talk to two women he would like to play with--two women who seem a little freaky (tattoos anyone? Multiple piercings? Likes to take selfies?)  and have a group conversation with them. Take them both out for drinks/dinner/coffee and TALK to them. See how they respond. Let them know that you find them both EQUALLY attractive and that it's all about the sex. That you're not looking to get either of them into a relationship or pregnant. Do they feel the same way??

See, what my uninitiated Jordan and million of single (and taken) guys don't realize is that by crossing over into freak land requires a lot more maturity. It requires honesty above all, and LOTS OF TALKING. There's nothing about threesomes or moresomes that is sneaky, manipulative, or coercive. It's open and honest conversation about what thrills and chills you.

I'll end with an example.

My husband and I had our first threesome with another woman when we first opened our marriage about 12 years ago. This woman he had not cheated on me with and she was truly a gal-pal of ours. She was actually one of our son's teachers and that's how we met. She was "truly" single and the three of us just really hit it off. She was cute and fun and open-minded, as we found out over dinner one night months after meeting her. I don't remember how the conversation started, but we got to feeling safe with her and told her about our open marriage (it was only Mickey then). And sure enough, one thing led to another.

And it was AWESOME. 

I never felt threatened by her presence. And my husband felt too guilty to penetrate her; he was worried how I would really feel the next morning (and thereafter) so he did everything else. It was so exciting. I had never been naked with another woman. I had never so much been touched by another woman, or looked at the way she looked at me. She truly was into both of us, and played with us equally. And she made me cum faster than any guy has ever made me cum. It was wicked and nasty and unsettling to feel turned on by another woman. It made me feel so many different feelings, good and bad, nasty and uptight, kinky and fearful. Seeing my husband respond sexually to her was both incredibly upsetting and exciting. 

Afterwards, we all slept together and by morning, I was mostly ready for her to leave so I could gather myself back together. I have never regretted that night with her. We remained great friends and would've probably had more fun with her but she got engaged and we parted ways. 

How did this threesome make my husband feel?? Like a king. Like the proverbial king being fed grapes by his beautiful harem. It was all about him. We were there to make him feel wanted and desired and special. Guys love watching women naked and pleasing one another. It's even better if it's NOT porn and the women are really enjoying what they're doing to one another, not just performing for you. That's not any fun. When she made me cum, he felt like the luckiest guy on the planet, because that let him know that I wasn't jealous or feeling insecure or threatened in any way. I was participating because I WANTED  to be there. I was having as much fun as him. Did I have uncomfortable feelings? Did I have moments of insecurity and jealousy? Of course I did! BUT I got over them. There's no way to describe how life-changing it can be to get over feeling competitive of another woman for your man. Or any man. Just being secure enough in yourself to enjoy another woman's body and affections and not put a label on it. It didn't turn me gay and I'm able to say I am more open sexually now because of that encounter.

And I had quite a few more since. 

So to wrap it up, a threesome is about feeling loved and desired and doted on. It's sharing and enjoying each other's bodies equally, giving pleasure and receiving pleasure in emotionally and physically healthy ways.

I think everyone should have this experience, I truly do. 

Will I find another girl to share my Jordan with? 

Absolutely not. 

You want a WHAT????!!!!!!

Good morning my sexy lovelies out there! I thought I'd write a little about a subject that's come up time and again in my personal life. And I remembered that the guy I lost my virginity to at age 20 (yes, I was that old) broke my heart shortly after by telling me how he had always wanted a threesome with another woman. My response was swift--to me it only meant one thing--I wasn't enough to keep him interested. He willing took my virginity away only to declare me "not enough--I need two women". That's how I took it.

And of course, here we are, a few decades later, and he's not the only guy who I've been intimate with who still yearns to have two women at once. My husband and I have nearly divorced over this topic several times. WTF is going on???!!

I'm bringing it up because Jordan--my lovely Jordan--misinterpreted a Snapchat pic I sent him the other night of me and a friend of mine (female, very pretty) by suggesting the three of us have sex together sometime. Ummmmmm....that was NOT what I was expecting. And of course, his response took me back to that moment when my virginity-stealer told me HE wanted a threesome. It was like BAM!!!!!! Snap your fingers, there I was, 20 years old again.

Why are we women like this???!! Why do we instantly think we aren't enough for you if you want to spice it up with four tits and two vaginas??!! 

It's a culmination of a lifetime of societal and media influence that belittles women and reduces them to objectification. It's the Disney fantasy that there is our Prince Charming out there and we are his Princess and if we could only just find each other, we shouldn't want anyone else. EVER!!!!!!!!!!!! And not especially after just one roll in the hay. Or two. REALLY???!!!! YOU'RE BORED WITH ME ALREADY???!!!

That's how women see your request/fantasy to fuck two women at the same time. Us, and yet another woman we have to compete with for your attention. Because we aren't sexy enough to keep your attention obviously.

If you guys can get that, and I mean REALLY get that, you'd fucking stop asking us to have sex with you and some other hot chick who's going to make us feel like shit about ourselves, and push our relationship with you into the toilet. Because once we've given in to your fantasy, we can really never get back our dignity. No woman TRULY enjoys sharing her husband/boyfriend/SO with another hot chick. GET REAL GUYS!!!

We spend our whole lives trying to measure up to what society tells us we need to be. We need to be, in no particular order: Thin, sexy, perfect skin, no wrinkles, smart, funny, a good dresser, organized, a good cook. Basically Martha Stewart meets Supermodel. Who can truly be this??!!! We try endlessly to squash who we really are so that you'll love us and accept us for who we truly are. And then you go and suggest we bring another woman into our bed???!!! WTF???!!!

Now now, don't get your panties in a wad because I know my audience tends to be those that don't really think this way anymore. BUT it's important for you men out there to know that's how we women tick. We are programmed from birth to find our one true love and he will satisfy our every need and we will satisfy his. And then one night, probably a little tipsy, you whisper, "Hmmm, hey baby, your girlfriend is hot...think she'd want to join us in bed sometime??" And we go completely ballistic on you. And your head is spinning cuz you JUST DON'T GET WHAT HER FUCKING PROBLEM IS.

Now you know.

Confession time

Hello my lovelies! One thing you can count on is NaughtyAnna will ALWAYS be honest with you and tell you the down and dirty truth in all its glory and occasional ugliness. I have a confession to make. I have been debating whether or not to tell you because although it isn't exactly scandalous, it has been bothering me that I have held back on telling you. And I worship my readers and I have never held anything back to this point.

A little over two weeks ago, I had my regular Pap exam. I always ask for a full STD check. I'm honest with my doctor and let her know I have multiple lovers and aren't always as safe as I should be. She took a swab test and also ordered a full blood work up for HPV and HIV, which I could do after the exam, at the lab downstairs. The exam went well; she said I appear healthy as a horse and she'd call me with the results by Monday. The office called late that afternoon that I was clear of any HPV or HIV. You'll notice my Tweet that day said, "100% clean--as usual". I wasn't lying.

Monday morning, I was getting ready for my new guy I've been Snapchatting to show up for some morning fun and my cell phone rang. It wasn't even 8:00 o'clock in the morning, and it was my doctor's office. Guess what??!!

I tested positive for chlamydia.

There's only one person I could've caught it from.

Jordan.

I was told that she'd called in antibiotics for me and that I should take them immediately. AND that I needed to tell "all my sexual partners" because they needed to get tested and treated.

I only had 2. My husband, and Jordan.

I was with Jordan back in July, and he didn't give me anything then. SO......evidently, he'd been with someone between July and October 6th when he gave it to me.

I had to call him and tell him.

I was petrified. I didn't want to push him away. I didn't want him to think I was a skank and gave it to HIM. I immediately started Googling "chlamydia" and find out everything I could about this STD. And then of course I Googled, "How do I tell my guy he gave me an STD?" And the advice ran the gamut of, "Get rid of that douchebag!" to "Hey, he may not have known he had it. If he's hot, get yourselves treated and let it go." I was a mess. I didn't know what to think.

I couldn't decide if the worst part was telling him or the fact that I had a date RIGHT NOW that I had to cancel because my doctor told me I needed to wait FOUR WEEKS before I could have intercourse again. AND ONLY AFTER I GOT RE-TESTED TO MAKE SURE I WAS CLEAN.

I knew Jordan was out of town on his photo shoot (he's a model) and probably fucking the other models and knew he needed to know. He was spreading it to every girl he was with (I was just assuming he was sexually active). So....I needed to tell him; I needed to let him know not only did he give it to me but whoever he'd been with between he and I in July and this most recent date gave it to HIM. That he would need to call her and every other girl he'd been with during that four-month time.

And most importantly, I wanted to keep a good relationship with him. How the hell was I going to do that????!!!! What if he didn't believe me? What if he thought I gave it to HIM?! What if he was a jerk and a douchebag about it?? Would this mean the end of things between us? The internet basically said, "Don't tell by text or email. Do it in person or if that's not an option, call them." So I sent him a text that very day. I said that something came up and I needed to talk to him right away, could he call me today? He sent a text right back,"I can't talk right now, what's up?" So I said, "Nothing serious, but it's important. I don't want to text." He said, "I'll call you as soon as I can hun." I was so happy he called me "hun" LOL I started to relax. I thought, "This will go well."

I waited ALL FUCKING DAY for his call. A week later, it never came.

I started to get very anxious and angry. My hubby and I figured either he already knew (cuz one of the girls he'd probably fucked called him and said she had it) or he was just scared I was going to yell at him. Hubby said guys can't handle angry women. LOL Like that's something I'd do???!! I don't yell at people. (Except if they cheat on me).

So...after doing some FB trolling of his page, I saw that he was coming back from his photo shoot on Saturday and was asking for rides. I sent him a text asking when would he be back and did he need a ride from the airport? Crickets. He never responded. This was the day before Halloween. I was disappointed and started to freak out how he obviously wasn't planning on calling me at all. He was just going to sidestep me and hope I go away. I started to waver between being the angry bitch he was trying to avoid and being heartbroken that this beautiful man I'd fallen hard for was turning out to be, yes, a douchebag.

Halloween night, while we are having a raging, fun party at our home, he starts Snapchatting me. I was fucking ecstatic. He sent me a pic of him dressed in drag. He made such a pretty girl LOL I wasn't drunk yet but I was soooo happy. We Snapped back and forth and he made a reference to coming home the following day. I took a screenshot of the pic he sent, and after 4-5 Snaps, that was it. Neither of us mentioned "it".

Finally, by Monday morning, I was obsessed with telling him. I had a responsibility to tell him! I couldn't NOT tell him. Especially after my hubby went to the clinic and also tested positive. I'm his only sexual partner (right now). And yes, it was a brief test of his fidelity....but only from his point of view. I am very happy to report that it never once occurred to me that he had cheated again and had given me an STD. He brought it up--and I believe him with my whole heart and soul. He got on antibiotics too.

I just wanted to get it over with. I talked to my BFF and she gave me some pointers on what to say. Was it important he know he gave it to me? Was it? And how do I tell him without looking like a skank and a whore myself??? I used the advice my BFF gave me and also pieced together stuff from Askmen.com and wrote a script. I figured he wouldn't answer his phone, and I'd just leave a voicemail. That really, he'd left me no choice since he was refusing to call me back.

I used my "voice memos" on my phone to practice reading the script. I listened back to make sure my inflection wasn't bitchy or nasally or accusatory. It had to be JUST RIGHT. After two or three demos, I pulled up big-girl panties and dialed his number.

My heart was pounding. I started wishing I'd guzzled a couple shots of vanilla vodka for courage, but I had to go to work. And guess what???!!! HE ANSWERED!!!! Totally caught me off guard!!! I was all breathy and like, "hiiiiiii!!!!!! I didn't expect you to answer!!" I was so happy he clearly wanted to talk to me and wasn't avoiding me. Douchebag??? !! NOPE!!!! He was so cute and sexy. It was almost 2 in the afternoon and he'd said he'd just woke up. So, I'm imagining him laying in bed, naked under the covers, and I'm getting turned on. I almost forgot why I was calling him!!! LOL

He was great. I stumbled and stuttered, I told him how nervous I was, and that I was hoping he'd call ME cuz I just wanted to get this over with. I think I started by saying, "I'm not pregnant!" LOL He said, "What??!!!" and I was like, "That wouldn't be a bad thing, that would be a good thing...." haha I was so nervous. What script???!! I was totally nervous. I think the whole conversation lasted 3 minutes.  I just casually told him how I went to the doctor for my annual Pap. That I hadn't had any symptoms, but that the doctor said the incubation period is 1-3 weeks sooo.....it coincided with exactly us being together and me getting it. I didn't come right out and say, "YOU GAVE ME AN STD!" because that would be bitchy, and really? Of all the STD's it's not a big deal. He put me at ease a little being so understanding. I can't remember if he apologized; I don't think he did. I did tell him he was the only one I'd been with besides my husband and that "he's not allowed to be with anyone else right now" which is the total truth. He laughed. And he was great. He thanked me like 3-4 times, he actually said that my telling him the truth was "so commendable" and that he "greatly appreciated it." Lastly, I said something like, "yeah, it's really not a big deal--except not being able to have sex for 4 weeks sucks" LOL and we both laughed. I said, "I don't regret being with you and I'd love to see you again. You were fun!" and he said, "ABSOLUTELY!!! So...that was basically it. We both said a breathy "bye" and I was floating on air. It went better than I expected.

Sadly, I haven't heard from him since.

I don't know if he actually did anything about it. It wouldn't show on his social media of course. I wanted him to still see me as hot so in the following week I'd sent him a few naked/sexy pics of me (Snaps) and not only did he not respond to them twice he took over 12 to open them! I was heartbroken but the worst was when he posted a pic of one of the female models from his photo shoot on HIS Instagram with a comment about how "beautiful gorgeousness" of her (or something stupid like that).

Douchebag or not? Hmmm I think he's just wrapped up in his world; I mean this guy's really got it going on. He's got 5000 Facebook friends and my BFF noticed they're nearly all women. So he's got his narcissistic supply. He doesn't need it from me.

So, I'm just hanging back, looking for someone knew to fill the void till I hear from him again. Will I? Most likely. Last time it took him 3 months from one date to the next.

Next blog post? J. He's back.

10 Myths You Probably Believe About Hotwives

I loved my last post and as I was going about my day thinking about what I may have left off, it came to me that I needed an addendum to it. So my dear lovelies, here it is!

1. A hotwife's husband is bad in bed.  Au contraire my dear lovelies! I can't speak for anyone but myself, but my hubby has a stronger sex drive than I do (and we know I'm off the charts!) He loves oral, is very kinky, and makes sure I cum every time. Before he cums. He's the best lover I've ever had.

2.  Hotwives are unhappily married.  Again, au contraire. We've been together as long as most of my lovers have been alive. If I wanted a divorce, I'd have gotten one by now.

3. She's secretly planning on leaving her husband for you.  This goes hand-in-hand with number 2 above. No, she's not. Let me say it again---she may love having sex with you and even fall in love with you. I fall in love with all my sexual partners. That's why I haven't had very many. I want you to be a part of my life, every day in fact, but I will NEVER leave my husband for you. Relax. You get all the benefits of a relationship with none of the responsibliity. What a lucky guy you are!!!!!

4. Her husband has a small dick.  Maybe some hotwives aren't as lucky as me. My guy is well-endowed. 

5. We only want guys with enormous dicks.  Honestly, bigger isn't necessarily better.The biggest dick I ever fucked was so big I didn't really enjoy it as much as my 8-inch guys. And to top it off, it was all about HIM. He never even tried to make me cum. The best threesome my hubby and I ever had was with a guy who had a 3-inch dick. OMG he made up for his small size by being so attentive to everything else.

6. We are nymphomaniacs and are hard to please.  Uh, no. I have a job and children and a life. Sex is my hobby. Sadly, I can't spend all day fucking. I have things I have to do.

7.  We are easy to spot at the grocery store.  Not usually, although for myself, I know I stand out. I always look well put together, and I smell nice. And I'm likely to make eye contact with you and I'm not afraid to say hi. But when we are in "mommy mode" we don't look like the tramp that will grab you by the hair and spank your ass while we're fucking you. There's a woman I play tennis with that I've just found out is a hotwife. I never would've guessed until she told me. She's a doctor and is happily married with four little kids. 

8. We'll fuck anyone and anything. This is completely untrue. I am extremely picky. If I choose you. you should feel like Superman, cuz I've got hundreds of unread messages on all my dating websites from guys just wanting to take your place. To step outside my marriage takes a certain kind of guy, and congratulations! You are everything on my list. You're gorgeous, fuckable, sweet, funny, adorable, interesting, kind, and I feel safe with you. You can hold a conversation. You want to please me. I know I can give you my heart and body on a platter and you will eat me up. You have no idea how lucky you are I chose you. I fully intend to show my appreciation for your attention to me by making you feel like no one has ever made you feel. As often as you'll let me.

9. We are crazy, hot messes. Like number 6 above, we don't just troll looking for sex 24/7. I have a life. I am quite normal and boring most of the time. I have cats and a dog and feed the birds and squirrels in my yard. I do laundry. I enjoy sitting on the couch and binge-watching "Mad Men". I haven't had red meat in over 3 years and pretty much drink nothing but water, coffee, and wine. Cuddling with my kids is my favorite thing to do. Just because I really love sex doesn't mean it's the only thing I like doing. I'm not a sex addict, I don't smoke or do drugs. I take my vitamins and don't have road rage.

10. Her husband is really gay. No, he's not. Just because he can watch me have sex with another guy (and participate) doesn't make him gay. Gay would mean he couldn't get an erection and fuck me and would only get an erection with another man. Getting an erection in the presence of another man just means he's a sexual being. I have gay male friends, and they don't get erections in the presence of a woman. It's just traditionalists and conservatives who are small-minded who think that any guy that is okay either being with another guy in any shape or fashion, or allowing his wife to fuck other guys, must be gay. Remember the Kinsey scale?? Only 11% of white males aged 20-35 scored "exclusively heterosexual" and only 10% scored "exclusively homosexual"! THAT MEANS THAT 80% OF MEN ARE SEXUALLY SOMEWHERE IN BETWEEN. The findings for women were 6% "exclusively heterosexual" and only 3% "exclusively homosexual". 

*Did I leave anything out? Have your own thoughts/experiences to share? I'd love to hear from you! 

Love always,
Anna XO

11 reasons why your next girlfriend should be a hotwife

This is for all my lovlies out there! I've been writing this in my head all day.

I'm sure you've heard of the term, "MILF" (Mom-I'd-Like-to-Fuck). When you think of a MILF, you think of the hot married soccer mom who doesn't have a clue how hot she really is. She's oblivious to her hotness as she does her maternal, parental duties, as you, the young hunk, masturbates at home wishing she saw the way you looked at her. And most likely, she's married to an Alpha male who would see the way you look at her and punch you in the face for it.

Now, imagine that married MILF being your girlfriend.

That's what a Hotwife is. 

That's what I am.

A hotwife is really just a MILF whose husband not only "allows" her to have sex with other men, he gets off on it. Sometimes, said husband will want to either participate as a threesome or just watch. In our case, it can be either of those, as well as me being alone with another guy: in our home, at his place, or on a get-away alone with him. Sometimes, the husband won't want details, but rather, a "don't ask, don't tell" policy. Either way, a Hotwife is the MILF of your dreams, because you can have her.

I wasn't always a hotwife. I was a MILF first. Of course, MILF's don't usually know they are MILF's. When Mickey gave me that first long gaze back in 2004 was when I became aware I was a MILF. He was 19 years old, and I knew I was old enough to be his mom. But that didn't bother him in the least; in fact, he'd confided in me he'd always wanted to fuck a much-older woman. In time I began to realize how many really young guys love older women, and in fact, PREFER US TO THEIR YOUNGER COUNTERPARTS. 

I thought it would be fun and informative to write about why YOUR next girlfriend should be a hotwife!!

1. She's great in bed. She loves sex.  A hotwife is not going to be shy, coy, or a cold fish in bed. She is proud of her body and can't wait to show it off to you. She will tell you what she likes and what she doesn't like. She loves to please and speaking for myself, I LOVE to give blowjobs. My young guys tell me these girls half my age suck their dicks for like 30 seconds and they're done cuz they just don't know what to do "down there." She has a variety of toys and isn't embarrassed to use them in front of you. Or on you. Or go to a sex store and get more to play with you. You bring out the kink in her she never knew existed. She will be the best lover you've ever had, and you will be hers. 

2. She can't/doesn't want to get pregnant. A Hotwife usually already has kids of her own. The LAST thing she wants is more! She's getting her groove on and more kids would cause her now exciting sex life to come to a complete halt. Think about all the carefree fucking you can do and never worry about making a baby. 

3. She doesn't want to marry you.  All the young guys I've been with tell me the same thing over and over--these young girls expect a ring if they sleep with them. A Hotwife is already married. You get all the benefits without any of the responsibility. It's what you've always wanted--JUST SEX. AND LOTS OF IT.

4. She's got time for you. A hotwife's kids are usually in high school or college and she's got all day alone in that big house of hers to see you. Want to take an impromptu trip to Vegas? Her hubby won't mind! She can afford for both your plane AND hotel room tickets.

5. She's got the money to take care of herself. And this translates into, SHE LOOKS HOT AND SHE KNOWS IT. A Hotwife has a membership at the most expensive gym in town, and actually goes. OFTEN. She will get a boob job, Botox, designer jeans, expensive facials and mani-pedis, and probably Brazilian waxes too. She is unabashed about this and she'll be the one showing you her new tits in the bathroom. You know already she ages well; she's had babies and still has a flat stomach and a firm butt. Can't say the same for your millenial co-workers. 

6. If she likes you, she will shower you with more than affection. I have been known to pay for airline tickets, concerts, dinners, money, shopping trips, gifts, you name it, to one lover in particular. A hotwife will never forget your birthday, and since money is no object, expect to receive something you've been wanting but think you'll never be able to afford. And since she's already married, you don't have to worry about who-visits-who on major holidays. You know she's going to be too busy for you, BUT with some planning, she WILL make time to see you. And you'll get your present all right. Naked. 

7. She will be discreet. Unless my guy sends ME a friend request, we won't be Facebook friends, but we will be Snapchat or KIK friends. If we are more than that, than we two have a relationship that is very special indeed. I was always Mickeys' "dirty little secret" which was fine for the first 8 years then it was like, "really?? Still pretending you don't know me?" And this was after he met my kids and stayed in my guest room for a week. It began to hurt my feelings. Then I felt less like a hotwife and more like a whore. A hotwife is proud to be your lover and doesn't mind if the whole world knows, but respects that maybe your mom wouldn't approve. 

8. Even if she says the "L-word" (love) she loves her husband more. I tend to fall in love with the guys I have sex with, which is why I'm so picky. I have only been with a handful of guys in the 12 years I've been a hotwife, and I love them all. When any of them call/text and want to see me, I drop everything and squeeze them into my life. And I would do anything for them. They know this and it's reciprocal. My lovers are some of the best friends I have. We can talk freely about anything and everything, since I am the least judgmental person they know. And since we have no mutual friends, I am also the least threatening person they know. I feel safe with them, and they feel safe with me.

9. She's fun to be around. Because there's little or no expectations, you can be yourself around her. Like number 8 above, you can be as freaky as you want with her and she will not laugh in your face or tell you to "grow up" or "that's weird" or anything like that. She sees a side of you no one else gets to see, and that's the ultimate thrill for a hotwife. Seeing your "O" face is what she lives for. That, and, number 10.

10. She's multi-orgasmic.  Since she's so comfortable with her body (read "no hang-ups") she knows what she likes. I've had my young guys tell me the young girls they've been with "hate oral sex" and worse, hate giving oral sex to THEM. They worry about the way they look; they obsess about the way their breasts bounce or if their stomach is flat enough, while I'm obsessing over your sexy, naked body and making sure I don't miss an inch. I'm ready to go, and once you've recovered, I'm ready to go again. A hotwife doesn't get tired of fucking and will NEVER get bored and want you to "hurry up and cum cuz I've got stuff to do today." A hotwife focuses on YOU. She's not thinking about her grocery list while she's sucking your dick. 

11. Compliments will get you everywhere. You don't have to text us every day. Hell, once a week will do just nicely, thank you. But make sure you keep telling us how great we are in bed, what you want to do to us next time, and how beautiful/hot you think we are. If you don't, we will lose interest, and like the proverbial bus, there are plenty of hot guys out there in line waiting for you to step aside. Remember, a hotwife is already married. She's just looking for a little fun on the side, maybe someone hot and wonderful enough to stick around and be more than just a side dish. If she's not getting enough herself, she'll drop you like a hot potato and you won't get a second chance. 

Now, go out and get yourself a hotwife and have fun! Make sure you get yourself tested first---she'll want to go bareback--I know I like it better that way. 

Love, 
Anna XO

Our secret sex lives

Hey! A huge THANK YOU to all you sexy people who took the time to answer my Survey Monkey survey! It is SOOO fun reading everyone's responses. I'm humbled by the sheer number of responses as well as the answers to everyone's favorite sexual position--Doggy-style by a mile!!! Call me old-fashioned but I'm wondering if more guys are taking my survey than the ladies...?? I can't speak for anyone but myself but honestly, doggy-style in my opinion is more sexy for the guys. I personally like a sexual position where we are locking eyes, such as MY personal favorite, GIRL ON TOP!! (which came in second BTW...) Yes.......girl on top. MMMMM....oh sorry!!! I got sidetracked there for a second.....fantasizing.....

Sex is such a fun and secretive topic, and what's interesting also is how many of you aren't living in fear of being discovered for your kinky lifestyle. Maybe many of you don't have children like we do, or maybe you are just one of those free spirits that let's it all hang out. I envy you. I have realized that if we had started our marriage open and raised our kids openly and honestly from day one it would've been better. There's nothing more disturbing for a child than to be aware of his/her parents' sexual activity. (Well, the only thing more disturbing than that I suppose is thinking about one's own children's sexual activity....) But why should it be disturbing?? It shouldn't be. But sex is something we do in secret, and we all have our perversions, and most of us don't have a clue how to talk about sex with our children or our parents. I struggle with this as open as I am!

My mother passed away in April and I never told her about our lifestyle. I'm sure she would've been accepting of it; it's my father knowing that stopped me. He's as conservative as they come. A real Archie Bunker, and I never want him to know. The rest of my family would not accept me and I'd have to hear about it every time we texted or spoke or visited. I never told them about my husband's infidelities either; they'd have judged him and never accepted him back into the family.

I suspect my kids know about our lifestyle; on more than one occasion a text from a guy who's name my kids don't recognize has popped up and created questions. Since we're musicians, we know such a wide variety of people of all ages, I don't get all flustered like I have anything to hide and just say, "oh yeah, he's the drummer from such-and-such, he's the son of a friend of our drummer....." you get the picture. Who knows?? Maybe my daughter has figured it out. All it would take is some serious trolling and she'd figure it out. I have come very close to just sitting her down and telling her. The worst thing would be if she found out and thought I was cheating on her dad. NO SUCH THING. He knows everything. I wouldn't be in the lifestyle any other way but 100% COMPLETE AND TOTAL HONESTY.

I do believe though that teenagers are all wrapped up in themselves. To this day, my son rarely asks me, "SO, how are YOU Mom??" It's all about them. Unless it's IN THEIR FACE and they are forced to deal with it. I've heard from my kid's friends about cheating parents--actually catching them in the act. How horrible would THAT be??? That's abusive. A parent who isn't cheating but instead living the lifestyle has to be a better planner than that and more careful. I always take my kids' plans into consideration. Which is probably why I write about sex more than I actually have it LOL I mean seriously!!! Except for Allen, Jordan is the only other guy I've been with for three years. I flirt shamelessly and make dates but most of the guys are too intimidated to show up. Once my last kid is out of the house (three years) I'm sure I'l turn into the slut I've always dreamed of being!

And with that....happy hump day my sexy friends!!!!

NaughtyAnna wants to hear from YOU!!!

Good morning my sexy readers out there! Just a quick note to let you know how much I love hearing from you all. I can see by my numbers you're here, reading my sexy stories. I love feedback! I just posted a "survey monkey" survey, please take 15 seconds and take the survey! Let me know what posts you like and how I can better serve you, my sexy readers!

Have a great day!

Love always,
Anna XOXOX

Noontime nookie

Helloooo you sexy mutherfuckers! Sorry I haven't written. I actually couldn't remember my log-in info. My Twitter info was gone too and I've had lots of fun lately and haven't been able to tell you about it! BEST NEWS OF ALL-- JORDAN CAME OVER LAST WEEK!!!! OMG OMG OMG I am in 7th heaven. Or hell. Because I can hardly function. All I do is think about him. It's very annoying and distracting. It's like I died and went to heaven and being away from him is hell. We had the most amazing sex I think I've ever had, and you all know Miss Naughty Anna has had a lot of sex. This guy just really does it for me.

Details?? You want details? Of course! I won't bore you with any more chatter.

I think last I spoke about him, he'd gone AWOL, like so many of the guys I write. Our Snapchats had dwindled to nothing. I had only seen him that one time, July 19th, the day of the street festival. He had driven an hour to come see me on the spur of the moment. I had been drinking all day, we had had a barbecue, and most of our guests were still here when he arrived at around 11 pm that night. He stayed only about an hour, and I was pretty drunk. He was sober. It was amazing sex. Just being naked with this amazing guy, so fucking sexy. He definitely looked better than his profile pic, which rarely happens. 

My hubby was in a very cute and horny mood about a week ago; post-fight. We had some great conversation and we are really working things out better. And being with Jordan has given me some great insight. Which I will talk about later LOL but anyways, I had bought two new bra and panty sets for my hubby and was wearing them for him one night less than a week ago. He took sexy pics of me, and I couldn't resist and sent the best one (of me from behind, I know guys like that) to Jordan. He responded immediately. He said, and I quote (tee hee), "I need to see you again."

My heart jumped up and down and did a happy dance!!! HE NEEDS  TO SEE ME AGAIN!! NOT WANTS, NEEDS!!!!  We all know needs are more urgent than wants!!!! So this was Saturday night around 11 pm.

He was at my house two days later. Just past noon.

The boy NEEDED to see me.

I could say the same. I needed to see him. I hadn't even realized how much until that moment.

He was sooo cute. Driving over he asked for more "naughties" to get him "warmed up." I obliged.  Then I teased him. I said, "If you can guess what color i'm wearing I'll send you a selfie." That was fun. He guessed black first, and I said, "nope! Try again!" and his second guess was correct, red. So I sent him a selfie of my cleavage. "Yummy" was his response.

He came to the front door.  I forgot to mention the shot of vanilla vodka I drank for my nerves first. Brushed my teeth and went to greet him. He reminds me of Allen so much in the way that they both dress much tougher than the person they both really are. They both look completely different naked; you'd almost not even recognize them. Both wear hats and glasses and can't see their amazing hair and bodies. Jordan had his hair in some kind of ponytailed updo, a black ballcap on backwards, black horn-rimmed glasses, black basketball shorts, an Avenged Sevenfold t-shirt (one of my all-time favorite bands), and a black hoodie. I greeted him wearing a red negligee, my breasts overflowing out of it, and a red lacy "cheeky" panty underneath.

After our hellos, he took me in his arms and started kissing me. Right then and there after saying hello to my annoying dog, who was very happy to have a new friend to sniff. Hahahaha. Long, soft, luxurious kisses. No groping, no movement other than kissing me. It was A M A Z I N G. They were the kisses of love songs, the kisses we women fantasize about all our lives. Just beautiful, wet, deep and sensuous kisses. I couldn't believe how amazing it was. I could've died right there and gone to heaven. I nearly orgasmed standing there.

And I knew it was just the beginning.

He took off his shoes and I led him by his hand upstairs. I was nervous and talking too fast and I don't even remember what I was saying. Some sort of verbal seque to the bedroom. I closed and locked the door, telling him, "The dog has an annoying way of watching" which made him giggle.

I had closed the curtains and lit a sensuous smelling candle, made the bed all nice.  We stood and kissed again, holding hands. The hat came off, the glasses came off, the shorts and hoodie on my bedroom floor. He was naked except for his boxers, and it was so cute seeing his hard cock poking from underneath them. One of my very favorite things to see!!! I was so giddy.

What I loved was how comfortable he seems to feel with me. I was so nervous and giddy, like a virgin. Seriously! That's how he makes me feel. Like I've never been touched. Like I had no idea what was going to happen or how it was going to feel. Just flesh on flesh, the whole world disappearing when he looked at me and touched me. We stood together, hands holding each other, facing each other, kissing. That gentle, I-can't-get-enough-of-you kissing. I was still in my red negligee, but not for long. He lifted it from the bottom and pulled it gently over my head so I was naked except for the red panty.

He let go of my hands and cupped them around my breasts, and put his face right between them, kissing them. He sucked and bit on my nipples. I held him around his waist and let him take the lead. I love foreplay, I love the tease. It's sooo fun, and apparently, he felt the same way. I had about 2 hours before I had to leave to get my daughter from school, so I was not in any sort of hurry.  I honestly couldn't believe he was here with me. I thought I'd never see or hear from him ever again. It was soooo exciting having him back for more! That let me know he truly enjoyed being with me before; and that he had indeed missed me and wanted to be with me again. Seriously? That's really all I needed to know. That he had a good time with me, that he felt a connection, and that he missed me. To have him back in my bedroom, to have him back in my arms, well, that was really just almost too much.

I had fantasized so much about him since that night, and I really didn't think I'd ever see him again. It was honestly almost too much having him standing there sucking and licking my breasts. I was sober; the one shot didn't affect me one iota and I was shaking. He pulled himself out of my cleavage and looked up and me and kissed me again. I pulled his hips close to mine and rubbed his hard cock against my pussy, I was already so wet and ready for him. The kisses got more furious and deep as I grabbed him by his hips and grinded him against me. I loved the way he took my face in both his hands as he kissed me; SOOOOOOO romantic, just like the movies. He made me feel like the only girl in the world, THE most beautiful and special girl in the world.

Just like Allen, when Jordan is naked he really looks completely different. He is full of sexy tattoos, his chest, his fingers, his arms, even one on the back of his calf I hadn't noticed before. He's got a double nose-piercing I'd never noticed before either. Very sexy. And huge gauged ears. He plucked the plugs out from them and put them on the floor next to his clothes. Mickey has those too.

Unlike Allen, Johnny is small, and probably weighs less than I do. He's maybe 5-8 125 pounds. He's sooooooo tiny and skinny. But I love his small body. He reminds me so much of Mickey. Mickey was the exact same body type; remember we wore the same size jeans??? And like Mickey, I can put my arm around Jordan's waist as I'm fucking him and pull him closer. MMMMmmm.  Mickey who??? I sure wasn't thinking about him.

I gently pulled his boxers off and he stepped out of them. I love that moment; the moment of the first viewing of the cock. Mmmm. And we had had sex in the dark before so I never really got to look at it. It looked huge from all the Snapchat pics he'd sent, and I couldn't wait to see it. He's not super huge (thank god),  with huge balls. I was like, whoa, those are huge balls!!! Then I giggled inside thinking maybe they were really full. Full of cum for me. I wanted him sooo badly.

I went down to a squat and took those huge balls in my hands and cupped them lovingly. I licked them and gave them all my love, and worked up to his stiff cock. He stood there watching me with the most delightful look on his face. He was in heaven and I had sent him there. I know young girls don't like to give BJ's the way I do so I made sure to make my mark on his psyche and spend an inordinate amount of time down there. If I want that boy back in my bed again, this will guarantee it. As I licked and sucked his back was arched, his head alternating between leaning as far back as he could and forward, watching me. When my knees started to ache, I put my hands out for him to take them and he lifted me up. As he did, I continued to lick him upwards, all the way to his waiting mouth. We kissed and I grinded my groin into his hard dick. I was so eager to feel him inside of me.

He guided me to the bed, pushing me down on my back. I asked him to let his hair down and he did. That waist-length, luxurious hair cascaded down to his left like a beautiful waterfall. And it's not just how beautiful and healthy his hair is that is so fucking sexy, it's the way he sways his head back and forth with it. It frames his whole face and body. He spread my legs and swished his hair off to his left, and went straight for my pussy. While he licked my clit his hair was spread out on my body. I grabbed a handful and lovingly tickled my breasts with it while he licked me. I was so giddy I was overwhelmed with so much emotion. So much desire. He clearly knew what he was doing down there and I never wanted him to stop. But I have this annoying way about me that feels guilty taking so long to come that I'm always like, "that's okay, you can stop now" like maybe they don't really want to be there that long. I don't say it, it's how I feel. And I should've let him spend more time down there. I didn't come, but damn, my back was arched and I was loving it. He clearly likes it and knows what he's doing. I asked him if he liked my pierced clit and he moaned and said, "mmm hmmm."

He looked up and swished his hair out of the way (it wasn't) and pulled my hips towards him, grabbed his dick in his hand, and gently inserted it in my pussy. It went RIGHT in. I haven't been this wet in years. I always need lube, and had the bottle tucked under a pillow. I never needed it with Jordan.

He fucked me hard, those big balls of his slapping my vagina. I talked dirty to him and he seemed to like it. I told him I could feel those big balls of his slapping my pussy. It made me even wetter. I couldn't get enough. He had one hand under my ass holding me as he fucked me. We changed positions a few times; we couldn't get enough of each other. He put my legs up in the air next to his face and held them up. I loved it!!! He fucked me so hard I knew I was going to be sore the whole day. At some point we switched so I could be on top. I'm like the energizer bunny; I can fuck and fuck and not get tired. My desire for him is so strong I never want to stop. I was either grabbing his hips or had my arm around his tiny waist, pulling him as close to me as I could. If I could've gotten inside of him I would have. I wanted to consume him, and it felt like he felt the same way. It was incredible. We just couldn't get enough of each other.

At least twice when it was most intense, when he locked eyes with me and fucked me the hardest, I said, " I want you to feel loved. Because you are." I didn't want to say "I love you" because I don't really even know him, but when the sex is that intense, I feel love. So much love. The most intense love I've ever felt is when I'm having intense sex. It's that physical connection that makes me feel so alive.

We fucked, made love, whatever you want to call it for over an hour. After he would fuck me, I'd slide his dick out and suck his cock again. Most girls wouldn't do that cuz it would taste like pussy. I used to hate it and never did it tell I was much older. It's not like I like the taste, it's that I know most girls won't do that and guys love having their dicks sucked. It's my gift to them LOL and pleasing him was pleasing me. I wanted him to think about me long after he went home, and compare me to girls he fucks vs the woman he craves the most--ME. I wanted to give him lots to remember me by and masturbate to until we saw each other again.

I cradled those big balls in my palms and went to town on them in between fucking each other. He loved it. I loved it. He tasted delicious, and oh, he is completely manscaped. (I refuse to get naked with a guy who isn't). I remembered he didn't like his neck touched, and I mentioned it early on and he said, "oh, that's okay" and I reassured him I wouldn't leave a mark. "I'm not a skank", I reassured him. I cooed, "I'll just nibble." He actually really liked it. I just nibbled lovingly up and around his neck and ears. There wasn't a spot on his body that didn't get attention and affection.

He had my feet in the air, his hands holding them close to his face, his hair long and flowing, my breasts bouncing up and down, his eyes penetrating my very soul. The look on his face at that moment I hope to God will never leave my memory. The intense desire for me, the intensity of his joy. He asked me how I wanted him to come. "However you want", I breathed. "Inside me or on me. Whatever you want." He fucked me harder. I said then, 'Inside me. I want you to feel close to me." I had remembered my hubby telling me that coming inside a woman is the best. Then came that moment. His orgasm. His "O" face. The climax, the happy ending. It was everything I wanted for him from me. My gift to him. Pure perfection.

Afterward, we didn't even clean up. It actually didn't even occur to me. I was so caught up in the moment. He gently pulled out and laid down next to me, both of us panting. I remembered not to say anything. I remembered reading in Cosmopolitan magazine what NOT to do after sex, and talk is what guys hate the most. Silence is golden. LOL So we just laid together and panted. At some point he spoke first. I don't remember what he said, but I let him speak first.

We laid together, him on his back and me on my side, my arm across him, and his arm around my shoulder, for over an hour. Pillow talk. It was SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO nice. He told me all about his three cats. He talked about his son--uses his name--which makes me feel closer to him also. We talked about his music, his writing, the songs he likes (80's) and hates (pop). He talked and talked and talked. I loved listening to him and could've laid there all day. An hour certainly wasn't long enough.

Finally my phone alarm went off and I needed to go get my daughter from school. He continued talking as he got dressed. I watched him, laying there naked, letting him drink me up one last time. Then I also got up and got dressed.

We walked downstairs together, and at the door he put his shoes on and my dog came up to him again. He petted him lovingly. I asked him if he wanted anything, a bottle of water or anything, he said he was fine. He pulled me to him and gave me a juicy wet kiss. I opened the door for him, and he was standing THISCLOSE to me. Looking into my eyes, he said, "I promise it won't be so long next time." Meaning, so long in-between seeing each other. I said, "Awesome!" I said, "Come here!" and pulled his hips close to me and grinded his cock into me again and we kissed a juicy, wet kiss again. I was ready for round #2. Then I opened the door and we said our goodbyes. His was a smiling, happy, giddy, "bye bye", with a cute glance back and a spring in his step.

Mmmmm.

I still haven't climaxed. I'm fucking ready to right now. What is wrong with me? Why can't I relax with him? 

Mmmmmmm. Next time I will. I won't let him leave until he does. 

I still want so very badly to take a bath with him and wash his hair. That beautiful, sensuous hair of his. Mmm. I want to do EVERYTHING with this boy.