Hotel fun with a new Tinder hottie!

Friday night was AMAZING.

For the last two weeks, a hottie I'll call Hot Lips I matched with on Tinder had been snapchatting me literally 24/7. First thing in the morning and last thing at night. Always a selfie pic, he'd send me all day long while he was at work and it would taper off in the evenings, but he always said "goodnight beautiful" and "good morning beautiful." I loved it. He's 23, a semi-pro baseball player and super good looking. Blue eyes, lots of muscles, big full lips and a beautiful smile. A very happy-go-lucky guy, not a depressed, moody one like New Guy or Rocker Boy finally!! He seemed to be the kind of person who was just what I'm looking for. He was sweet, super-complimentary (which I love) and never expected anything in return. Truly, a very nice guy overall. I def hit the jackpot.

He was very respectful too and asked before sending any nude pics, and I love that. I was quickly smitten.

We wanted to meet ASAP. And lo and behold, I was telling my hubby I needed a getaway. A night in a nice hotel, a good night's sleep, and no cats climbing on me or kids. The weather was shitty-five straight days in a row of misty rain, wind and cold. So we booked a room at a 5-star hotel and settled in for a nice dinner.

I was also texting another hottie while we were sitting at the bar later after dinner, but it was Hot Lips who was on his way. I was SO excited to meet him. After two weeks of 24/7 snapchatting I liked him a lot. He was very sweet, very complimentary and just a real nice guy. (whoops! I already said that!!)

The plan was for my hubby to stay in the bar while I took him to our room. And that's what we did.

Hot Lips texted me, "where are you? I'm here!" LOL somehow we missed each other when he entered the lobby. I wrote back I was in the front of the lobby and all of a sudden there he was! He was even cuter in person. I'm all about cute. Ballcap, plaid button-down shirt, khakis. Those big blue eyes and full lips and a huge smile. We embraced in a big hug and I was already giggly. I get that way when I'm super excited. We sat down on the overstuffed leather couch that was there and chatted for about ten minutes. I was a lil drunkie and super giggly. I felt so comfortable with him, and we really clicked. I felt like I'd known him forever, there was just an ease about him that was tangible. I could tell he really liked me too.

I don't remember saying it, but next thing I knew we were in the elevator! I really shouldn't drink so much bc I have trouble remembering details and that really bugs me. The next thing i remember is him sliding my spaghett straps off my shoulders so elegantly, and he began kissing my breasts and sucking my nipples. And we kissed. Those lips!! He was a gentle wet kisser, and it was sweet--he wasn't like a vacuum cleaner sucking the air out of me. He was very gentle in everything he did, but he was very Alpha male and I loved it. He took charge and he was so good and flawless he set a new bar for sex for me!

I remember him untying my shoes. I was wearing a pair of Sam Edelman's that are beige suede and like ballerina shoes, they have long ties that tie around my ankles. It was so sexy watching him untie them for me and slip them off my feet.

He then took my dress and pulled it down and slid it off me, and next, gently slid my panties off. And subsequently, buried his head between my legs. It was yummy yummy yummy. He then licked me up my body up to my breasts again, and kissed me passionately. I loved loved loved how he took charge. He was the man and I was his woman. But his moves weren't aggressive at all but rather almost choreographed they were so flawless. I could tell he was really into me.

I loved watching him undress. I don't think I helped him, which is odd bc it's one of my favorite things to do in the entire world! A new man to undress like the biggest gift behind the Christmas tree! I think he just wanted his clothes off and next thing I knew, he was big and warm and naked and embracing me. His dick was straight out and super hard.

He gently took my legs and spread them and entered me, kissing me passionately. Not pulling out, he swung my legs over like a pretzel and fucked me hard. It felt amazing. He's a big guy, not skinny and small like Jordan or Rocker Boy, more like Blondie. Not fat but big--he's a baseball player and full of muscles but not ripped ya know? (I hate ripped). He was strong and young and solid and oh so sexy.

He'd pull out and change positions, each time taking charge and moving my body the way he wanted to fuck me. Me on top, him on top, him behind me, my legs in the air, you name it, we did it. I sucked his dick and he licked my pussy. It felt like we were so hungry for one another.

I'm happy to report that he made me cum!! I almost never cum with anyone but my husband bc if their technique is too hard (Rocker Boy) or they give up too soon (all of them) but Hot Lips was THE BEST I'VE EVER HAD. (next to hubby). He fingered me and thank GOD didn't shove his fingers in me. I absolutely hate when guys do that. I don't mind a fun exploration into my pussy but when they shove their fingers in like they're eating frosting out of a can it's painful and not at all pleasant. He didn't do that at all!!! He actually was stroking me with the right amount of pressure and his fingers were just to the left of where I wanted them to be. I moved them with my hand and BOOM!!!!! HUGE ORGASM!!!!!!!!!!!!!! YAY!!!!!!! As I screamed in ecstasy I clutched him tightly and he basked in my glory. He was watching me and smiling and I thanked him with a giggle and he passionately kissed me.

Then it was his turn.

I loved that when he came, it was in a position where he could see my face. I hate how Abercrombie always had to cum doggy style. Nothing says "you're as special as a glory hole" like cumming doggy style. It's ok if it's a sometimes-thing but always??? That's why I lost interest in him. Yuk. Left me feeling so used.

Hot Lips was not only facing me but kissing me as he came. He was on the bottom, or should I say on his side, his arms totally around me like an embrace, and my legs were in the air. He finally came, and it was interesting bc he literally made almost no sound at all, it was almost like an "ahhhhh". Not at all like me when he made ME cum! I just wanted to fall asleep with him, our bodies still wrapped up together. But I remembered my husband was downstairs waiting for us to finish so he could come up and get his creampie. Hot Lips wanted to spend the night, and I wanted him to also. But how could I do that with my husband there?? I couldn't. I had to lie and make up an excuse that I wasn't spending the night, that I just got the room to meet up with him.

Yeah, like people do that LOL well Hotel 6 they do, not five-star hotels. I'm sure that looked and sounded ridic.

I had no idea how long we were at it, but I was guessing at least an hour (hubby later said hour and a half!). He got up and went to the bathroom, with the door open!! I wanted to watch SO BADLY but I thought I shouldn't. Because I'd get horny all over again and that wouldn't be fair to my hubby!! I wanted to fuck Hot Lips all night. I didn't want him to go. And I liked that he wanted to spend the night too. Oh well. Maybe next time we both said.

He had Uber'd there and I asked him if he had called for a car. He said he hadn't yet but was going to. He got dressed--I grabbed a super cute short-tight burgundy lace see-through nightgown I had brought and put it on. We kissed goodbye, and he left. I texted my hubby and he was up lickety-split in no time! I asked him if he saw him leave, and he said he did, that he thought he was real cute.

My hubby's dick was hard and ready. He licked me first and then fucked me fast and hard and he was done. He'd been downstairs knowing I was fucking this young guy and he couldn't hold back another second. Unlike Hot Lips, he came so loudly I'm sure anyone could've heard. We laughed and fell soundly asleep.

What a fun night!!!

Sex with Mr. S

I did something I've never done before...and that's drive an hour to fuck someone I'd never met before. Mr. S, who I mentioned last post is who I was driving to go see. He's 21, the prettiest green eyes I'd ever seen on a guy, brown hair, pierced ears and a beautiful musical chest tattoo. YUM. 

Mr. S didn't cancel on me, in fact, we texted all evening Tuesday and he confirmed yes, he definitely wanted me to still come Wednesday morning. I had to lie to my boxing coach why I wasn't going to be able to make my lesson (fuck! I HATE missing boxing!!) BUT I was really excited to meet Mr. S. He had come on so strong, and the chemistry was almost as intense as it was with F. I couldn't wait to get naked with him.

He texted me his address, and I put it in my GPS. He lived 63 miles from me, which meant I'd get there in 45 minutes hehehehe I actually left late since I had a hard time deciding what to wear.

I got to his city and exited the freeway and pulled over to a fast food parking lot cuz he'd written, "my roommate is still here. Can you wait a little bit?" I ended up waiting about 20 minutes, which was fine. It gave me a chance to take a breath and answer all my texts and emails (which I'd been neglecting--driving). Then he gave me the green light and said, "Get that sexy ass of your here ASAP!" so that's what I did!

I got to his house, a cute three-bedroom in the city that he shared with two guy roommates. The entryway was strewn with old, unread newspapers still wrapped in plastic bags and at least ten pairs of shoes thrown everywhere. He then came to the door and greeted me and kissed me. It was nice, but not magnetic like F who wouldn't STOP kissing me. He led me through the living room to the stairway, which was the cliche bachelor pad. It cracked me up. To the left was the leftover beer pong game complete with red Solo cups everywhere. To the right was the big screen TV with the Guitar Hero drum set right in front of it and clothes everywhere. I couldn't see the carpet.  I followed him through the kitchen, which continued the cliche with a sink full of dishes (as well as on the countertops) and to the stairway which had no railing to hold onto. I was in boots with a small heel so I was fine. 

His room was at the top of the stairs to the right, and it took was young male cliche. It was so fun though. I felt so naughty just being in his house. I followed him into his bedroom and he'd made his bed so that was cute! We chatted while we walked through the house and up to his room, I was teasing him about his "bachelor pad" and we giggled and finally we were in his room. I took off my coat and scarf (winter here) and put my purse down and took off my boots. He came up to me and helped me take off my top and started kissing me. It was sensual and so sexy. I had worn a burgundy velvet minidress with a plunging neckline over black leggings. Underneath I wore a new bra/panty set, pretty lacy white on grey. I had never worn it before so it was just for him.

I personally think it's sexier to keep some clothing on and work around it, so I didn't want to just strip right away, but he held me close and worked the clasp on my bra. He had a little trouble with it which was totally sexy. It meant he had to hold me close longer and I loved just our skin touching and getting really close enough to smell him. I'm a big scent person and he smelled manly and delicious without being over the top.

I told him, 'mmmmm you smell good" and he answered, "so do YOU!" He slid my bra off, tossed it to the floor and proceeded to lick and suck my nipples in delight. I loved it.
He made his way up to my neck and that's when I really melted in his arms.

He was gentle in his movements and I loved that. It felt reassuringly safe and made me want him more. I couldn't wait to get my leggings off and they came off next. He was just in his skivvies and it was fun seeing his big hard dick trying to get out. I wanted it in my mouth so badly. But he wanted me more.

As he pulled off my leggings, he next slid his fingers under my panties and spread my legs apart. He buried his head in my pussy and gave me a good sucking. He stopped, pulled his head back for a moment and said, "Mmm you didn't tell me about your clit piercing!" I said, "I was saving that for a surprise!" He giggled and went back to pleasing me. My back arched. I grabbed a handful of that gorgeous hair and held on for the ride. I didn't come but I wanted to to suck that dick first.

So guess what I did next??

I pulled down his boxers and he stepped out of them. I had him lay on his back so I could sit on my knees and admire his body. He was the perfect size in every way--not tall so I knew we'd fit perfectly together. Mmmmm. I just drank up the beautiful, naked man laying in front of me. He stared at me intently while I licked him from the balls up. Mmmm he was delicious. I don't know why but I just love a man's balls. I love to lick them (as long as they're hairless!!) I go all around them and suck on them and make my way up and down the shaft of his penis and back again, sucking and licking till he almost came. He held my head in his hands and moaned the whole time. I could've spent all day down there.

I stopped when I knew he was almost ready to climax, and smiled up at him and licked my lips in anticipation. I climbed on top of him, and as I eased that huge dick into my vagina I kissed him. Nothing makes me wetter than deep, slow, juicy kisses. He wasn't that big into kissing and I instantly thought of F who loved them as much as me. I hated comparing them but they look so much alike it's uncanny. Without even using any lube, I eased his dick inside me. It took a little tugging, and he held onto my hips and said, "Mmmm, tight pussy." His was probably the biggest girth of any dick I'd ever had. I loved it. It did feel so tight. Like our bodies were locked together like the way dragonflies fuck in the air. 

I fucked him like he'd never been fucked I'm sure. I'm no cold fish. I don't just lie there. I move my body and I could tell he was surprised and loved it. He had his hands on my hips and moved with my body and we rocked and fucked and I nibbled his neck and his nipples and chest and tummy. Then he slowed me to a stop, smiling at me and said, "give me a sec" which I realized was him slowing himself down so he wouldn't come. After that disastrous romp with Tinder guy last week I was very impressed!

After a few seconds, he had me pull out and asked me to get on all fours. Mmmm. He'd texted me this moment in explicit detail--how he was going to pound me from behind and shoot his load into me. That's exactly what he did. He kissed my back and held me while he fucked me doggy-style, which I thought was sweet and loving. He came so hard and I loved hearing him call out in ecstasy as he came. I had my hands wrapped around his pillow and my face to the side and after he came he laid his head on my face for a few minutes. It was warm and sexy.

We broke apart, and he had a roll of paper towels on his bedside I hadn't noticed before and he took a few off and handed them to me and did the same for himself. Of course they were rougher than I'd have liked to use but I giggled and said, "Convenient! You keep them there for all your girls?" and I think I embarrassed him cuz I think he hasn't gotten laid in a while and it's for all his masturbating. I still thought it was hot.

After we cleaned up, he laid down again and pulled the covers over him and turned on his TV. He asked me what should we watch? I was so turned on and needed to come so badly still, I took his hand off the remote and put it on my wet, pulsating pussy. He seemed surprised and didn't know what to make of it, and touched me a little but I could tell his was "done" so I faked a small orgasm to let him off the hook and took his hand off. We laid there and chatted for about 20 minutes then I wanted to leave and not overstay my welcome.

We chatted about his job and dreams and all, it was nice but I didn't feel connected to him at all. I really thought, "I'll never see him again" and realized I didn't care either way. It was fun, the sex was good, but not mind-blowing. I did think, "mmm, I'd like another chance with him" but eh, we'd see. He is an hour's drive away.

We kissed goodbye and I left. It was definitely anti-climatic!! I was so wet and turned on the whole drive home and as soon as I got home I stripped my clothes off and masturbated. Damn I needed that! I had been texting my hubby off and on and he said he was so turned on he couldn't pay attention at work and was coming home early! I told him I needed to be finished off. He said he couldn't wait.

And he did. Mmmmmm two guys in one day. 

Awesome.

My Slutty afternoon--I'm still smiling

I knew the moment our eyes met that I wanted to go back to my place and fuck him. I was sitting at the bar of a nice Mexican restaurant that was pleasantly dim-lit and bustling with the typical business-man lunch crowd. I was uncomfortable enough sitting alone at a bar all dressed up and I noticed with all the guys staring at me. Even the busboys, all Hispanic, one-by-one kept making excuses to come up and see if I needed anything. I was bemused. I ordered a Grey Goose and sugar-free Red Bull. It was one o'clock in the afternoon. Mr-Same-Name-as-my-Hubby finally agreed to meet me--he suggested a Starbucks but I knew I needed a drink.  I was so nervous, horny and excited, and I felt like such a slut. I hoped I didn't run into anyone I knew.

I got there a little early to get my bearings. I was glad I did. I'd finished about half my vodka when Mr. Good Looking walked in. He spotted me right away. I smiled in relief when I saw him. He was definitely as cute as his pics. He was smaller than I imagined--about 5-9, small in stature but very good looking.  Short black hair, very blue eyes, a dimple in his chin and full sexy lips. Mmmmm. He was dressed in a nice blue suit, white dress shirt, and simple blue and black striped tie. Yum. 

I got up and gave him a welcome hug.  We were both smiling. I felt at ease with him instantly. He had a calm demeanor, and we seemed to click right away.  I was wearing a sexy black knit mini-skirt, black leggings, and 4-inch black velvet stillettos and a navy blue blouse that showed off my cleavage. I felt pretty good about my looks and I liked all the attention I was getting.  He sat down next to me and just ordered a glass of water. Conversation flowed easily; he seemed comfortable in his own skin and clearly a good listener as well as a speaker. He's a financial planner; very successful at only age 25. I was impressed but he talked in such a way that wasn't braggy. I really liked him.I could smell his cologne and I was getting so wet staring at his sexy mouth as he talked.

We chatted for about a half hour, and I felt like I could spend all day talking with him. BUT---we met later than I had planned (he'd had an appointment) and I had to work at 3:00 so I glanced at my iphone and saw that it was almost 2:00! I smiled and said, "well, we'd better get going if we're going to have any fun." He smiled and said, "Let's go!" He followed me in his brand-new Mercedes to my house. Thankfully, it was only a 10 minute drive. I couldn't wait to get that suit off of him.

I gave him a very brief tour of the main floor of my house, and he met my over-zealous dog and they liked each other instantly. I took this as a good sign.  Chatting about something, I don't remember what, I led him upstairs to my bedroom. To the bedroom I share with my husband, who shares the same name as him. We had less than an hour, but I knew it would be perfect.

I closed my bedroom door, and he was standing by my bed. He took off his jacket, and seeing that it was a very nice suit jacket, I offered to hang it up for him. He politely accepted. "To keep the dog hair off" I laughed. I went into my walk-in closet and hung it up for him, and when I came back, he was still completely dressed otherwise. I slowly loosened up his tie, which he then took off. I unbuttoned all the buttons on his dress shirt and loosened up his belt, and then I pulled him close to me and kissed him. Mmm I wanted him so badly and loved rubbing up against the hard cock in his pants. I love this part of lovemaking--the "just before" part. Where the desire is SO strong and you know what's ahead. The anticipation. I love to make it last.

He was so gentle, I felt instantly relaxed. I knew I could take charge with this guy. I was making out with him, fully clothed. It was electric. I remembered I had to get to work soon so we had to get busy. I loosened up his belt and unbuttoned the top button of his pants. He took them off and I got down to my lavendar panties and bra. He giggled about taking off his socks. With his T-shirt still on, I laid down on the bed and he climbed on top of me. We kissed and made out, but he was very passive. Not like my hubby or Mickey, who quickly grab and suck my breasts. He didn't even try to lick my pussy. (Maybe it was the time factor-if I get another chance with him we'll see).  He did finger me and played with my clit. Mmmm I wanted more. Damn job!!

We were laying now side-by-side, and I couldn't wait to put his hard cock in my mouth. I gave him the best BJ I'm sure he's ever had (hehe) and then reached over to my side table drawer and pulled out a condom. He tore it open and put it on--I do think that is incredibly sexy!--and I climbed on top of him and put that big dick inside me. He fucked me hard. Mr. Passive fucked me hard and after a 6-month dry spell (yes, Jake was my last other guy besides my hubby!) it felt so fucking good to fuck a new guy. I couldn't get enough. I didn't want to stop. I considered calling in sick to work right in the middle of fucking him. We went at it hard, changing positions, and just fucking, fucking, fucking. It was awesome. 

His body was small; like Mickey's, but his cock wasn't (just like Mickey's). Mmmm, maybe something will develop with this hottie and I can forget about Mickey once and for all.

As much fun as we were having, I needed him to cum so I could get to work! He knew it too and told me, "turn around". He wanted me doggy-style. He put his hands on my hips and fucked me harder than he had all afternoon; I was grabbing onto the comforter with both hands as tight as I could and screaming into it. It felt amazing. Sure enough, he came hard and grabbed me from behind and held me tight. After he pulled out, I took the condom off for him and went to the bathroom and flushed it. I came back and he was shaking. "Are you ok?" I asked him. "Yeah", he said, "That was awesome!" I told him yeah, it was, and that I was sorry I had to go so quickly. That I wish we had more time together. He agreed.

I went to get my dorky uniform, and he was putting his suit back on. Damn he looked hot. I love a good-looking guy in a suit--I love taking it off of them!! I grabbed my clothes and got dressed next to him. It was fun, I couldn't help but just watch him. It was sexy. His blue eyes really shone in the daylight sun coming through my bedroom windows.

We hurried downstairs and when we got to the door, I stopped and held him for a moment. I gave him a kiss and looked him in those blue eyes and said, "will I see you again?" and he said, "yes, definitely!" I said, "Oh good!" and we left. I had a smile all the way to work (btw I was 10 minutes late!) and I'm still smiling.

An amazing night in Jake's arms

     We had just gotten to my room, a $500 a night, 5-star hotel in downtown Chicago. Standing next to the bed in my $500 BCBG dress, with nothing on underneath but white, lacy panties, and Michael Kors heels, I was fiddling around with my iPhone and the hotel's iDock, trying to find some music to set the mood. Jake came up behind me and put his warm hands softly on my shoulders and stroked my arms. Pushing my hair to one side, he began nibbling my neck, and I began to melt. He unzipped my dress and being that it was a halter-dress, he undid the bow at the neck and continued to kiss my neck. I allowed myself to melt into his touch, his warm hands, and let him show his affection for me.

     The halter-dress didn't allow for a bra, and Jake quickly discovered this delicious fact as his hands found my naked breasts as the dress fell forward off my body. As it fell, I stepped out of it and he slipped my panties down my bare, tanned legs, and I slipped them off my feet. I tossed my phone down, not giving a shit anymore about music, and saw that he was shirtless,  just in his jeans. He looked beautiful. He was young and sexy, skinny and sporting a new heart tattoo on the front of his right shoulder. The dim yellow light from the vibrant city shining on him, I saw his sweet face and warm smile. I was filled with desire for him and felt my heart racing as my hands touched the soft skin of his chest. He pulled me close and kissed me hungrily, his tongue searching for mine. I felt my blood hot through my whole body. I was on fire. I literally succumbed to my desire for him and let him do whatever he wanted to me. With me, for me, to me. I gave myself to him.

     I don't remember how or when his jeans came off, he was just suddenly naked, laying on his back on one of the two beds in the hotel room. He looked scrumptious. I was so hungry for him. I didn't know where to begin, and neither did he, we wanted each other so badly.

     Over the next three hours, we made love in every position I can think of. We just couldn't get enough of each other. He is so tender, so sweet. He's huge, 10 inches, and he kept saying how much he loved how "tight" my pussy was. It was also too small to hold all 10 inches of him! He'd be very tender, not thrusting too hard. He'd go in gently every time, making sure it didn't hurt and that I was ok. Then we'd fuck like crazy rabbits. We just kept going. I couldn't believe he could go for so long without coming, but he did. And he was rock-hard the whole time. I wasn't getting tired, my desire for him was so strong.

     We fucked every which way imaginable. Doggy-style, reverse cow-girl. Me on top, him on top. Against the wall. At the edge of the bed. 69. But my favorite was this spooning position, him entering from behind me, with his arms wrapped around me tight. I absolutely loved being held like that while he fucked me. I felt so loved. It was warm and amazing. Little did I know it was only going to get better.

     He always asked if I was ok. He was always gentle, even when we were going at it. We were so sweaty, the sheets were soaked, but we were so into each other we hardly noticed. He loved the way I gave him oral, and I loved how he'd sweetly show me or tell me the way he liked me to do it for him. He is so emotionally mature for being only 18. Did I forget to tell you he's only 18?? He's 18 and amazing. With an old soul I believe, for he's mature beyond his years. Calm, thoughtful, affectionate, passionate, tender and a gentleman.
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     He was surprised to hear me tell him that it was a night of "firsts". I'd never had another man bring me to orgasm---with as many lovers as I've had (except for the girls--they know how to touch a girl!) no other guy but my hubby has ever made me orgasm! And he did!! YAY!!! I was so happy! It was so easy to let go with him. I am so comfortable with him, he is like a second skin to me. The Yin to my Yang. I fall into his spell so easily.

I'll never forget it. He was touching me, touching my clit, just the way I love to be touched. As I was moaning and squirming, he was breathing on my neck, getting as excited as I was. I've never had a guy do what he started to do--comment on it! It was soooo sexy. He said, "Ooo, I feel your legs tightening up." You're squirming, it feels good, doesn't it?" "You're breathing harder, you're almost there, aren't you?" he was an amazing lover! and yes, I did come, and he was so happy, I could feel how happy he was to bring me to a climax, he held me close while I was writhing and we rode the rollercoaster of ecstasy together. I'd never, ever, ever, had that with anyone else.

     Another first was spending the whole night with him. Even with Mickey, I'd never actually spent a whole night with anyone else. And you know what? After he came (after 3 amazing hours), we laughed and were glad we had another bed to sleep on! The other one was soaked. We were giggling about it.  We got into the clean, unused bed to sleep. I had gone to go to the bathroom, and when I came back he had on his jeans (guess he hadn't worn any boxers....). So I put on a sexy blue lace matching panties and bra and got into bed with him.

     He laid on his back, and put his arm around me. I laid close to him, smelling how sexy he smelled (I could still smell his cologne too). He is so affectionate. We chatted a little bit, but I didn't want to be annoying. I know guys want to fall asleep after sex and women like to talk, so I was cognizant of that fact. Somewhere in-between chatting, we fell asleep, but I remember telling him that I would probably push him away cuz I didn't like to be touched while I slept.

     Was I ever wrong about that!

     Jake held me close ALL NIGHT LONG. He never stopped holding me.

     It was the most amazing night's sleep I've ever had. Several times I'd awaken, and I'd say, 'Do you want your arm back?" and he'd say sweetly, "no, I'm good". No matter what position I'd move into, he'd mold his body to mine, and hold me tight. I felt so-o-o-o-o loved, so adored. I never wanted to leave him.
Spooning he snuggled his head right into my neck, his arms holding me tightly. Whichever position---cuddling, facing him, snuggled into his armpit, it was heaven. His long arms held me close the whole night long. He never let go, and I never wanted him to.

     In the morning, I woke up early, 8:22 in fact. I had a 2 hr drive ahead of me and knew my hubby and kids would want me home, so I left my Jake's warm embrace to go shower. He slept the whole time, and when I emerged, clean and clean smelling, hair and makeup all done, I found him still in bed and kissed him. Damn he looked sexy. I wanted him to shower and make love to me again. Neither of us had eaten but I didn't care. I wanted him again, even though I was so sore. He declined showering, and I wasn't really sure what he wanted to do. I really wanted him to shower so we'd both be clean and start fresh, so I was kind of like, hmmm, not sure if I'm attracted to you right now, and he wasn't telling me what he wanted,  so I decided to just go home.

     He'd taken the train, so I just drove him to the train station, which was like a 10 minute drive. I wasn't done with him. I hadn't wanted to leave our bed. Why do I have such trouble knowing what I want sometimes? I was eager to get home and not eager. I didn't know when I'd see him again and that made it all the harder. He wasn't talking either, didn't really give an opinion either way, so that wasn't helping. I know he was just allowing me to make the decisions since I had a husband and family to get back to and he had no plans, I get that now. But I wish he'd said something like, 'gee, I really wish we'd cuddle longer", or "let's have one more go-round"--something like that. He gave me a quick hug and kiss, and he was gone. I turned around several times to wave goodbye but couldn't see him once he left my car. I was instantly sad and lonely for him.

     About a half hour into my drive home, I burst into tears. I missed his touch so badly. Thinking about the way he held me all night long. I haven't felt that needed and loved in so long, and I was aching to feel him again. I realized I have intimacy problems, and he's just the guy to break down my walls.

I'm totally falling for him.

Mickey who???

Two Guys in One Afternoon! That's what noontime wine will do

All it took for me to decide, Yes, I want to have sex with you, was that picture in my mind of me 20 years from now, all wrinkled and saggy. What would that future Anna have to say about it? Would she regret saying no, or regret saying yes? Only time will tell, but at that moment, I decided Future Anna would regret saying no. Cuz the day will come when guys like him won't be thinking "She's hot! I want to have sex with her!" when they see me. Soooooo.....until then.....the answer is yes.

I told him to forget meeting at a restaurant, just come straight to my house. I liked him already. We spent so much time texting I felt like I had gotten to know him well enough. I loved his sense of humor and self-deprecating way. That's always a huge turn on for me. Someone who doesn't take themselves too seriously.

He showed up early, and I was barely ready. I had on a sexy black lacy thing with stockings and garter, black spike heels. Hair and makeup all done, a pearl choker. He was cute, with these really full lips that got my motor running. He was sort of preppy-looking, a yellow button-down shirt, dress slacks and shoes, short blonde hair and really cute nerdy glasses. Very pretty blue eyes. Holding a glass of chilled chardonnay, I offered him one but he politely declined, as he had to go back to work soon.  I felt myself relaxing with each sip, and we stood in the kitchen making chit-chat. My dog sniffed him out and gave his approval LOL I glanced at the digital clock on my stove and quickly calculated that if I was going to get naked with him I'd better do it quick---I had a little more than an hour before I had to pick up my kids from school.

I had given him a tour of the house except for the upstairs, so I slyly suggested, "would you like to see the upstairs?" and he smiled and said, "sure!", knowing exactly what I meant. I took off my high heels, since I'm a klutz and knew I'd trip trying to climb the stairs wearing them. I quickly (and I mean quickly) showed him the rooms upstairs and then went into our bedroom. That is, mine and my husband's bedroom.

He didn't waste a second.  He took my face in his hands and started kissing me with those luscious full lips. And you know what kissing leads to.....unbuckling of belts, unbuttoning of shirts, and hands grabbing and groping body parts. It was fast and furious and I loved that he took charge. It wasn't long till we were both completely naked and he was gently kissing my breasts, his hands roving all over in a way that felt soooo good.

I was so pleased to see he was shaved. There's nothing worse than a mouthful of hair during a blow-job. I licked and sucked his cock while he held my hair in a tight ponytail so he could watch. Then he fliped me over. And I mean, literally, flipped me over. He picked me up the way you carry someone over the threshhold, and ever-so-gently flipped me over. He flicked his tongue all the way from my breasts down to my pussy, and stayed there till I almost came. Then he reached over for the condom, and put it on and flipped me over again. He grabbed me by my hips and pulled me close to him and thrust his big cock in me doggy-style. Damn it felt good. Then he flipped me over again, holding my legs in the air and shoving that big cock right in. My stupid dog was outside the bedroom door howling and barking the whole time--guess he thought I was in danger and he was trying to protect me. It was funny and annoying. 

He was great in bed and I am SO glad I said yes! We laughed when we were done, cuz let's face it, sex is hilarious, all that grunting and groaning we made my dog go crazy---making eye contact with our clothes back on was a little embarassing. We made more chit-chat and I walked him to the front door. As he kissed me goodbye, I said something like, "we should do this every Wednesday" and he said, "only Wednesdays? How about every day?" and I laughed and said how fun that would be. As he walked down the driveway, I wondered if my next-door neighbor saw him and what she'd think of it. 

I didn't have much time to think, cuz my hubby was right down the road. We'd texted each other a couple times while E was here, and my hubby had a great big hard-on waiting for his turn with me. Fortunately, I still had 20 minutes so we took full advantage of it! He was so turned on, and I was too, especially since I hadn't had an orgasm. My hubby took good care of me, and he gave me a full load doggy-style. What a fun afternoon!

Meeting B! A fantasy fulfilled

B and I finally got together yesterday! OMG I am still so sore! He is huge--he's got a 10 inch cock! Fucking him was amazing. He said to me on the phone the day before, "you look so tiny, I know I'm going to hurt you." I told him, "I think I'll know what to do with that big cock of yours baby. Don't worry." As it turned out, thank GOD he was gentle!!

My wonderful horny hubby made a hotel reservation for me in Hollywood near his house--it was actually only 4 miles away! I had other friends I was planning on visiting too....but B was my reason for being in LA in the first place. I was determined to meet him. And it's not just cuz he's an actor and model, but really cuz he is just so fucking hot. He calls me all the time, his voice is sooo sexy, and he's always horny, and he is sooo into me!! How lucky can I get?? How many 40-something year old women get 26 year old guys to begin with? AND he's on TV? OMG and he's truly gorgeous.


So he knew I was coming to LA, couldn't wait to see me, yeah yeah yeah only to stand me up Friday night. Fucker. I was so pissed off at him I de-friended him off my Facebook. I didn't want to completely blow my chance with him just in case....so I texted him I was shocked and disappointed and called him a poser. He texted me right back he was sorry, he was moving all day and shit. I know he's a liar but I didn't care, i still wanted to fuck him, so, of course, I forgave him.



He texted me first thing the next morning "let's meet today". I was still pissed off. I said, "sorry, I can't." Then I was like, hello?? Isn't he the reason you're even in LA??? I texted him right back, "Damn boy, you're such a tease!" I told him I had to check out at noon and it was fucking 11:45, so i said I'd come to his house. He texted me directions--he really was only 4 miles away! So I put on my new white sundress (no panties--the ones I brought showed through, going ninja wasn't really planned) and Marc Jacobs wedgies (5 inch heels, so sexy) and my hair turned out great too. I took the elevator down and handed the valet my ticket. I knew I looked good...the valet guys were swarming me like flies on shit. I put my sunglasses on and smiled, thinking about that hot guy I was going to fuck. I got in my car and openend the sunroof, turned on some Lady Gaga, revved my engine and off I went.



The directions he gave me were easy until I got to his street--fuck he lives at the top of a drive that's just like Mulholland!! It's a treacherous road, hardly room for 2 cars, and no way to turn around if you go too far. Thank GOD I have a little car, I was able to navigate it pretty well, but I had trouble finding his house. B and I were texting and calling back and forth--he said he was outside waiting for me. I was practically panting in anticipation! Where the fuck was his fucking house??? Every house on the drive was clearly multi-million dollar mansions. I was like, damn, this 26 year old is fucking rich! The houses themselves were set back off the road and mostly all you could see driving by them were security gates. I stopped at one house that was just one number off of his and had a gardener. In my limited Spanish, I decided to ask for help finding his house. No luck. Finally, B and I figured out where I was--I just needed to drive a little higher up. He was outside looking for me. He said for me to look for a "for sale" sign since he'd just moved in.


I actually drove right past him! His house number was even, and so i was looking left cuz the houses on the left were even-numbered. He was on my right and whistled a wolf whistle and I slammed on my brakes. I turned and there he was. He smiled right away and I grinned back. He was as gorgeous in person as he is on TV. His long, wavy brown hair floating and shiny in the Hollywood sun, he walked over to the passenger-side door and got in. We smiled googly-eyes at each other and said a breathy "hi" to each other. (I instantly thought--- he reminds me of Johnny Depp in Pirates of the Carribean! minus the weird beard. Jack Sparrow's messy, long brown hair and confident swagger). B's big brown eyes sparkled as he directed me to go up a little ways, make a U-turn and showed me where to park. I did as I was told.


I shut off the engine, put the car in park and we just looked at each other. He just had the sweetest smile on his face, the kind of smile that crinkled the corners of his eyes and revealed dimples. What a fucking cutie! His features were smaller than I expected. Seeing his modeling pics, he appeared over 6 feet tall and about 180--he was more like 5'10" and 150, if that. He was perfect.


The sunlight off his hair through the sunroof was shimmery and his sparkly brown eyes were lit up like a Hollywood premiere. We sat there and giggled at each other. I felt completely at ease with him, like I'd known him forever, this beautiful near-stranger. After all the texts and phone calls, we felt comfortable together and familiar with each other. He told me I was prettier than my pics, loved my dress and thanked me for getting dressed up for him! In a sexy voice as smooth as pudding, he purred how he liked my tan legs, "very sexy". His eyes drank me up from head to manicured toe, and he liked what he saw. "Mmmm, nice breasts too," he said with a mischievous grin. "Thank you!" I smiled back. I was feeling pretty good about myself.



He had this demure-like posturing that was a stark contrast to his brash bad-boy talk, and I loved it. He was sweet and kind and kind of shy. I told him I thought he was beautiful (I think I told him that like 10 times while I was with him!) and I rubbed his chest. He started his nasty talk and unzipped his board-shorts to show me his big cock. He wanted to give me a 'sneak peak" to make sure I still wanted him! I laughed and said, "sweetie, if I like your face, I'll love your cock." But it was nice to look at, that's for sure! And jeez, it WAS big! Damn! So there I am, parked in my car in one of the most exclusive neighborhoods 3 miles up the Hollywood Hills, and this hot, rich actor is sitting next to me with his 10 inch cock out for display and my approval! I was like, did I die and go to heaven??? I stroked it lovingly and assured him it would do, and we giggled together. "Let's go inside", he suggested, and I agreed. He closed my sunroof for me, and the electric windows, and commented on my car (he loved it). He told me about his vintage Chevy Nova that was in the shop. I honestly can't remember why--I guess I'd tuned him out staring at his opened zipper. We got out, and he came over to my side, and I took his hand in mine. It was small, and instantly he reminded me of Mickey. Hmmm.


His house was down a steep sloped driveway which wasn't easy to navigate in 5 inch heels. He held my hand strongly and helped guide me down the path. The house was actually quite dumpy looking. It was clearly a steal....maybe a foreclosure? He said he had roommates and one was home. I pointed out his surfboard, which I'd recognized from one of his modeling pics. There was no landscaping and it did look like he'd just moved in. His room had its own entrance off the patio, with a full bathroom off to the side. The bathroom was totally vintage, with the coolest bluish-green sink and paint job, and he said the house was built in like 1930's or something. It was a small room, barely room for a bed and a dresser but not much bigger. It had this big blue thing that looked like a square tent, and I asked him what it was. He opened the flap to show me he had a whole marijuana garden growing in it! Right in his bedroom! I was like, whoa that's amazing. He had incense burning, and it smelled wicked and sexy. Just like him.


He laid down on his bed, and just kept smiling at me. He was clearly happy and relaxed, and I figured probably a little high. If I hadn't had to drive home, I'd have suggested we smoke a little pot together. I had my phone and called my hubby and asked B if he minded if he listened. He thought it was cool. I chatted with my hubby for a few seconds and he said he'd be stroking his cock while I fucked my model/actor boy. I put the phone on the ground next to the bed, and B took off his shorts to fully reveal all 10 inches of God-given cock, all for me. I couldn't WAIT to get started!!!


He grabbed it with both hands, and showed me how he had two fists around it and needed a third. I smiled and opened a bottle of lube and dripped it on his dick. He loved the way it felt. I took the tip in my mouth a flicked my tongue, teasing him. He laid back and closed his eyes and just enjoyed my blow-job. He moaned and stroked my hair and purred to me how good I was. I just continued to suck, lick, and enjoy his dick. He asked me if i could "deep throat" and i said no, but not to worry, he'd enjoy it anyway and he did. Blow-jobs are my specialty LOL so I showed him what I'm good at. He squirmed and moaned and played with my hair. I loved looking up now and then to see the pleasure on his face. I thought of my husband, listening intently on his phone, stroking his own huge cock. Yummy! I wished he was here, watching, taking pictures, and me getting to have them both at the same time. Mmmmm....He sucked on my nipples and played with them, mentioning how hard they were getting. I was still wearing my dress--as I straddled him, I gave him a peek at my pussy. His eyes got big, and another smile as he said, "no panties!" and then, "you're pierced there? Oh my God....." and he just stared. He fingered me a little and I said I loved it.


I wanted to kiss B badly. He's got full lips that looked so juicy. I slurped his cock out of my mouth, rose up and asked him if I could kiss him. He whispered "yeah!" and I pressed my lips to his. His tongue was eager and we french-kissed hungrily. He was a great kissser. I love kissing and I LOVED kissing B! It was obvious he felt the same for me. Then we broke apart and he said he wanted to go inside me. "Let's make a baby!!" he gleefully exclaimed. I smiled and said, "oh yeah". I was ready. He aimed his enormous cock at my pussy and entered me. Instantly we were one. It felt sooooooo good. I loved being on top. I rocked and fucked him like a racehorse. He pulled me close and held me tight in his arms and as we fucked, he kissed me deeply and hungrily. It was awesome, truly wonderful. I definitely felt a connection with him that went beyond just sex. As I fucked him, I lifted his legs and brought him closer to me. Mmmm yummy.


After some deep thrusting and kissing, he gently moved my body so that I was flipped over. He whispered for me to lay on my stomach. His hands were gentle as he put them on my hips and entered me from behind. Damn that huge cock hurt in that position! He talked to me, telling me sweetly he'd go slowly, and he did. He knew how to manuever that huge cock of his and was thoughtful of how it felt for me. He could've been a jerk and just fucked me hard and got off but he didn't. He was very respectful and sweet. He fucked me in and out, in and out, and when he'd go in, it hurt deep inside but felt awesome at the same time. I remembered my hubby was listening, and realized he may not be able to hear from where I'd put the phone. I told B "just a sec", and leaned over to the floor and picked it up. I said hello to my sexy hubby and asked him if he was enjoying listening, and he said oh yeah, he was stroking his cock. "Good!" I said, and B took the phone from me and put it on his headboard so my hubby could hear us better. B's phone was ringing non-stop. I told him, "someone's trying to get ahold of you." He said, "It's always like that." --sigh--such is the life of a movie star LOL


B gently flipped me over again, and said he was ready. He was now over me, his enormous erect cock pointing at me. His tousled brown hair hung down and I loved pushing it out of his eyes. "Let's make a baby!" he said again, and with his hand, aimed his cock into my pussy and pushed it in gently. He liked going in and out slowly, whispering to me the whole time what he was doing, trying to be as gentle as possible. He was amazing. He was clearly very self-aware and comfortable with his body, and clearly enjoying me as well.


As he thrusted gently, he took my legs up so they were up in the air to his shoulders. "I want to go deep as I can", he whispered, "so I can get my sperm in there to get you pregnant!" As he fucked me and rocked and I screamed a little every time he got as deep as he could go. He said he was ready, and i said "ok baby, I wanna watch your face", and he tilted his head back, closed his eyes, and grabbed my legs even harder and gave it one last deep thrust. I shouted "Ow!!" and moved his hair again from his eyes so I could see his face, his long hair flopping about as he fucked me. He orgasmed quietly; I actually asked him if he came! (usually a girl doesn't have to ask! LOL) he pulled out slowly and marvelled at the amount of liquid he'd produced. I giggled and and he flopped down on his back next to me. I put my arm around him and he turned and held me close. He smiled at me and sighed. Just then a knock on his door. It was "the roommate". He said, "hang on, I'm not decent", I asked him, "do you want me to get dressed?" He said, "no, just hang on", and he lovingly took the blanket and covered me up, folding and pulling it several times to get it just right over my naked body. Then he put his shorts and shirt back on, and went to the door, opened it, and went out and closed it behind him. I got my phone, talked to my hubby for a minute or so, to make sure he was ok. I asked him, 'did you come too?" he said, "yeah, same time as B did!" I thought that was awesome. We said our I-love-yous and hung up.

B was only gone a minute or two, and he apologized when he came back. He sat next to me on the bed, and his phone was still chiming. He picked it up and apologized that he had to send a text. He told me all about how his friend had helped him move---had a white van it was hard getting it up the hill! I laughed and said "I bet!!" He told me about how he still had stuff in his old apartment and was trying to set up a time to move it with this friend. I thought, Hmmm Mickey, see? This is how MATURE guys behave!! We chatted about, well, mostly him. I wanted to get to know as much as i could about him. I asked him where he was from (New York); he'd moved out to LA when he was 22, all alone. I think he said he stopped briefly in Texas. He said he couldn't believe he was a model--I stroked his jawbone and chin--scruffy with a 5:00 o'clock shadow--- and told him he had great features and he photographed well. He liked that and thanked me. We talked a little about the house, the view, his room--he showed me a cool cabinet that had his TV (and a huge bong LOL). I told him I had seen him on TV, but that I was bummed I'd Tivo'd a show and it didn't record. He said it comes OnDemand in 4 days, that I should try it again. I said I would. He also told me about something neat he keeps on his computer--he called it his "vision". He puts on it his dreams and goals and it helps him stay focused. I thought that was neat. He clearly is on the fast-track....he has a fan club and quite a following already. I thought of how jealous his fans would be of me right now.

I felt so comfortable laying there while we talked. I was self-conscious though....I was buck naked (he'd taken the blanket off of me when he got back) and he was dressed. I was smarter this time than I'd been with Mickey.....I was paying attention to his non-verbal signs. Since he didn't get undressed, I assumed he was done with me, and I wanted to keep my dignity. I asked him if I should get going---if he had things to do or if he wanted me to stay longer. He was such a gentleman. He apologized with that sexy, shy look of his and said, yeah, he had stuff he had to do. He actually had a BBQ with one of the cast members at 3:30 and damn it I wished he'd asked me to go with him. That would've been soooo awesome!!!!! But no, he didn't. I said, "how fun!" and then said I had to get home. He asked how long the drive was--I said, "about 3 hours the way I drive!" he laughed. I asked him if he had a towel and he apologized again and said, "oh of course" and got me one. I got out of his bed, cleaned myself up while he turned away, and put it down on a pile of clothes he had on the floor. We talked about the awesome bathroom and I found my dress and put it on. When I went to zip up the back, he motioned for me to come to him so he could zip it for me. I thought that was sweet and gentlemanly of him. I walked over to him, and turned around so he could zip it, and he did. He reminded me to get my phone and purse, and shoes.

He reminded me too of the difficult walk to my car--uphill----and would I like to borrow a pair of flip-flops? I took him up on the offer! He said, "they're probably too big, but they'll be ok," and they were. I made sure I had everything. He put his sunglasses on, and I put mine on too, and he opened his door for me. We walked out through the patio again, my holding my strappy heels in my right hand and holding his hand with my left. He helped me navigate the steps back up. We got to the landing at the top of the stairs, just a short flat area before the steep hill, when something shiny caught my eye. It was a new penny! I exclaimed, "Look!" and stopped to pick it up. As I gazed at it, he put his fingers on mine to see it better, and we both said, "it's heads-up! That's good luck!" and he smiled another one of his gorgeous grins at me. He put his arm around my waist, and I followed suit, and he said, "Hmmm, maybe I got you pregnant!" I said, "Maybe!!" and then our hands found each other again. He helped me up the steep hill, and we walked the narrow road to my car, still hand-in-hand. I felt happy and sexy.

I "beep-beep'd" my car unlocked and opened my door. I took off his flip-flops and as I did he said, "Oh! Thanks!" and wobbly from the uneven road and a sore vagina, I had a little trouble putting my heels back on. He held my arm for suppport. I tossed my purse down on the passenger seat, plugged my phone in, and keys in hand, turned to him. I wish I could remember what we said--but it was just a short goodbye, a "thanks for coming", and then he said something again about maybe he got me pregnant. He mentioned something about how he wouldn't mind a threesome next time--remember, I found him on a Craigslist ad I posted when my hubby and I were in LA for our anniversary in April. He'd responded too late though--we'd already left. I said, 'whoa, totally, that'd be HOT!"

He was smiling, and all I could think was how absolutely adorable he was, and how if I were 20 years younger, I'd be his girlfriend. Fuck father time!! We hugged and kissed a quick kiss, and I got in. He walked to the passenger side, and I turned on my engine, revved it good, turned the wheel and turned to see him. He blew a kiss goodbye and I did too. I just drank up the moment, looked at him one last time. I honked a cute "beep beep" at him and sped off.

I pulled over a little ways down the hill to call my hubby, and make sure he was ok. I was eager to get home, and wished it wasn't going to take me 3 or 4 hours to get there. My heart was 200 miles away. It felt good to hear his voice--I was relieved he wasn't upset or regretting letting me go see B. It was good all-around. He'd come the same time B did and thought it was sooo hot.

I turned the radio to my favorite LA station, KROQ-FM-106.7 and Mickey Avalon was singing, "My Dick". I laughed at the irony. Manuevering my way down the hill, I was sore and happy, and couldn't stop smiling.