Uh oh, guess who's back

Hello all you sexy readers! I'm sorry I haven't had much to write about lately, and we are both suffering from a dry spell LOL UNTIL THIS WEEK!!!

WOWZA have I got news for you!

Mickey is back!!!

I knew he would be eventually. This time it took 14 months. I woke up around 5 am two days ago to go to the bathroom and saw the name on my cell phone. I gasped, I literally gasped. I stared at it; I just couldn't believe it. His name on my cell phone; a private message sent to my Facebook. I was so excited I grabbed my glasses and opened the message. It was a simple, "Hey! How have you been?" The profile pic attached to the message was just a black square. Curious, I clicked on it to see his Facebook page, which I guess if I had been stalking him like I used to, I'd have already known that he and his GF had broken up and clearly it wasn't his idea. His page is mostly private so there's not much I could see except a comment about the black picture and how he's "moving on."

WOW.

I just sat there, incredulous. I didn't respond. I just went back to bed and pondered about having Mickey back in my life.

If I had any sense, I'd have ignored the message and/or deleted it. But I don't have any sense when it comes to Mickey. I knew at 5 am I was royally screwed.

So in the last two days, we've texted about a hundred texts and HE CALLED ME LAST NIGHT!! He was delivering pizzas, just like the olden days. It was surreal. It was amazing hearing his voice. He has changed; he seems easier to talk to and he's more responsive, but it's still way too soon to know for sure what he wants. He's not even flirting with me; it seems like right now he just wants a friend but I am not interested in being his friend. He told me all about his breakup with his GF, that he's "still in love with that girl" but she's clearly dumped him and moving to Arizona to go to school. I can't believe she's dumping him now. I had to ask him--so, do you remember those last emails you sent me? He said yes. I said cautiously, "so, I'm guessing she found out about me?" and he said yes. I said, "and she forgave you?" He said 'Yes", and went on to explain that they were really happy and he didn't see the breakup coming. He said something vague about "she was mad at me" but that's all. He said that they hadn't been living together most of the time--I wanted to ask about her "in a domestic partnership" relationship status on her Facebook but then he'd know I stalked her so I didn't mention it. Guess it doesn't really matter at all anyway.

He texted me again at midnight, wanting to face time but I had been sound asleep (hubby too) and so I said I could only text. I reminded him we are 2 hours ahead. He apologized and said, "Ok, well I'll text you tomorrow" and I said, "I can text now" and we did for over an hour. He started talking about coming here, not just to visit but to MOVE HERE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was stunned. He said repeatedly, "I'm single now. I have nothing holding me here anymore. I can go anywhere I want. I have been wanting to get away." And then the convo went specific--he wanted to know the name of the town I live in so he could Google it. He obviously did, because he commented, "Now I know where to go to find a sugar mama." Yeah dope-head ME!!!!!!!!

He asked so many specific questions it was unreal. When we first moved here in fall of 2010, he started talking about moving here but it was always vague and back then, I pushed and pushed to get him to move here. Comparing the two, I realize that I wanted him here more than he wanted to be here, and now it's reversed!!! He is honestly, seriously considering it. He's looked up apartments, how to get his bartender's license, he asked about what it's like living here, it was surreal.

I flirted with him a couple times. I told him in a text that I'd had an erotic dream about him and he never responded. So when I got the chance,  I asked him about it. I asked what he thought of it and he said, "Oh yeah, I forgot to say something. I was surprised that you did." I said, "Why's that?" He said, "We haven't talked in a long time." Hmmm duh but did he forget we had quite a history together??! That was disappointing.

I do plan on being more up-front and direct with him as time passes. I am not going to play cat and mouse with him again. I know he's recovering from a broken heart and that's good. He treated her like shit and she is done with him. I am insanely curious for details, and before I let that man back into my bed I am going to really talk to him this time. No holding back.

I need to remind him how badly he treated ME too. How much he hurt me. How lucky he is that I really do love him, always have, and always forgive him even if he doesn't deserve it. How I always take him back, and remind him, how he always comes back to me. We always go back to each other. The day I told my husband I wanted a divorce, who did I text immediately??? Mickey.

And who did he text when his relationship ended? ME.

I don't want to continue having the kind of relationship with him we've had in the past, and by that I mean mostly sexual and not much else. He always kept me at arm's length, he even said to me once that he didn't want to tell me things about him, and so I knew my place. I was not much more than a sexual partner and it was my own fault for getting my feelings hurt. He used me and I fell in love, so that's no one's stupid fault but my own. Of course, I didn't know he had a GF and was cheating on her with me. He needs to know how wrong that was and how much it upset me.

So before he comes here, I will be asking him to tell me what he's planning. Because as much as I fantasize about being with him again, I know that I am treading in very deadly waters.

By the time we'd finally said "goodnight", I had told him I have a boyfriend here. I don't really anymore; Allen stopped texting but Jake still texts and sends me sexy pics. In fact, he was out of town all alone in a hotel room last week and horny as hell, sending me the NASTIEST pics I've ever gotten. My favorite one he's holding his cell phone so I could see his huge hard dick and the sexy smirk on his face while he's holding it (his dick) for me to see. I haven't actually seen Jake in more than a year but that sexy 20-year old adores me and begs me to come see him. He's in Chicago, which is about 90 min away and although not really that far, it just involves a night's stay in a hotel and really good planning so my daughter doesn't wonder where the hell Mommy is!! LOL

So anyway, we texted "goodnight"; I sent an emoticon of a sexy pair of lips and said, "Goodnight sexy man, kisses" and he just said, "night". Hmmm.

I was so aroused I masturbated right then and there in the dark, under my covers, my sweet hubby quietly snoring next to me. I tried to fall asleep afterwards, and realized I was still really turned on and masturbated again! Then I fell asleep.

I am sooooo tired today. But happy.

The sex is gonna be so awesome....

If you've read that last post of mine, you have a good idea of how I feel about Mickey right now. So--it should go without saying that I did NOT buy a plane ticket to see him. I don't know if I wrote about it, but about 3 days ago, I got tired of waiting for him to respond about the fact that I'd (lied) and said "flights are so cheap, I bought I ticket to come see you. Even if all we do is have dinner. " Never heard anything, so I poked him and sent a text that said, "So, what's up for next weekend?" He wrote back immediately; said, "what do you mean?" guess he forgot what I'd said a week earlier. (maybe his GF saw it and deleted it, who knows) but anyway, I wrote again that flights were cheap and that I bought a ticket to come see him, even if only for dinner. He responded, "so you want to fly up here for dinner?" I answered back, "well, I'd like more but yeah." He wrote, "Err, I just don't think it's worth it for you to do that." I said,"I can't imagine flying all the way to the west coast and not seeing you. I miss you and I'd love to see you." Never heard back.

Now, dear readers, remember this is before the revelation of a three-year anniversary celebration. For all I knew at that moment, he was single, or maybe seeing someone, cuz he never mentioned HER. Of course, I knew about her, cuz of her Twitter. But I figured it's his burden not mine. He has cheated on her before with me so why would this be any different--he said he wasn't in love, wasn't serious, she owed him money. So I thought I'd go see him.

Since I never heard from him, I didn't actually buy a ticket, and when I went to, they were astronomical. $700 round trip to go 700 miles. Forget it. I was so disappointed; but now I'm thankful. Because knowing what I know now, he really only had two choices--cheat on her, or ditch me. And let's face it, ditching me is a whole lot easier. He really doesn't want me to come. He told me himself, and I quote, "I wouldn't get to spend a whole night with you like I want." So, he wants me to come some OTHER time, God knows when, so we can spend a whole night together. Well, forget it. I'm done. He wants me? He can fucking come see me. And pay for it himself.

On a good note, B has been calling me and we are seeing each other right after I get off the plane tomorrow!! He's so sexy and slutty. I don't know what his thing is about getting me pregnant but he's so persistent. My BFF saw his new commercial and she was drooling over him. "Damn girl!! That's your "B"??? WOWZA!!" She was very impressed. I can't wait to see him. I love his smile, love his body, and love the way he stares into my eyes and is so sweet and gentle. MMMMM yummy!!

I'll write details when I get back. I'm hoping he'll let me take a couple of body pics since he wouldn't let me take any face pics last time. Probably worried I'll go to the National Enquirer or something LOL I'd never do that!!! I just want a pic of us together, just for me.

Ciao my beautiful readers, hope you all have a safe and sexy weekend as well!

Love,
Anna XO

My vibrator and I give Mickey a show he'll never forget

"You're soooooo pretty!!" Mickey cooed into the phone to me, gazing at me onscreen with somewhat sad puppy dog eyes. We were on yahoo messenger this morning, both on our webcams, and neither of us could stop smiling. It was so wonderful seeing his face again, after such a long time, and he clearly was happy to see mine as well.

The familiar chime on my iPhone woke me up about 3 minutes before my alarm was set to go off. "Hey", Mickey texted. We chatted off and on for about an hour while I got my kids off to school. Happily he said, "want to get on webcam?" and I decided right then and there that this offer was better than my plans to hit the gym, so I said, "Sure! Gimme 10 minutes. I want to look good for you." I turned on my curling iron and put on a little bit of makeup, found a sexy red lacy nightgown that showed off my breasts (Mickey's favorites) and I was online.

The minute I saw his face I started smiling. He was smiling too. It was wonderful. Like no time had passed. He looked as hot as ever, his long black hair all disheveled around his face, his lip ring dangling ever so teasingly, his full-sleeve tattoos so colorful and sexy. He was wearing a black T-shirt, and I was just salivating. Then he moved his laptop so I could see better--and he had his cock and balls peeking out from his underwear, these "tighty-whitey" undies in green and blue. I was shocked and laughed and wrote, "very hot!" He laughed and tucked them back in.

We wrote to each other as we gazed nervously at each other. I suggested Skype since on that webcam you can talk to each other. I told him I wanted to hear his voice. He couldn't remember his Skype name (yay, means he hasn't been using it with some other girl). I saw him pick up his phone, and I was tempted to write, 'who are you calling?" cuz that's really bad ettiquette--to be on webcam and call someone else. I was miffed instantly, until I heard his song, "Mickey" by Toni Basil start playing. He was calling ME!! haha (joke was on me!) I looked at my phone and sure enough, there was his face, the pic I'd chosen, and his name.

I answered in my best Lauren Bacall voice, a husky, "hey you", and he sounded just as sexy back. It was so wonderful, hearing his voice again. I told him so. He said all the right things again, just as always. After a few minutes he pulled out his cock again and started touching himself. He said, "show me those beautiful tits of yours", so I pulled down the red straps to my nightgown and gave him a little glimpse. Teasing him. He rubbed himself watching and yeah, I was getting very turned on! The whole time this was going on, he was talking to me, telling me how much he wanted me to come see him. He said, "I'm off work on Mondays and Tuesdays, and if you come then I'll get to spend the whole night with you." I smiled inside and out and said I'd see what I could do. Hubby travels a lot with work and the kids have school weekdays so not sure but I'd see what I could arrange. He told me, "Just give me a date." I said I'd let him know. I told him I hadn't bought a plane ticket yet so I'd check and see what I could do.

He also told me he was in trouble of being fired. That poor guy has issues, for sure, but he's always been a good worker. He's had this job like 6 years, so I asked him what's going on. He said, "they're douchebags!" and didn't want to talk about it. I let it go. He just wanted to focus on me.

He kept asking me, "when are you coming here?" lol then I broached the subject that was lingering in the air---what about his GIRLFRIEND?!?! He said, "let's not go there right now", so I laughed and said, "ok". I said, "I know you're not in love with her. You told me so." He said, "you're right, I'm not." I said, 'You're in love with me!" Now he has NEVER used the "L" word with me, and no, he didn't, but he did say, "yeah, that's it", so that made me happy! He said he wants to come visit me and plans to. He said, "I just might move in with you." I said, "really???" ecstatically and he said, "yeah, and it might be soon if they fire me." I said, "don't tease me!" which made him laugh. He was obviously in pain and in his own weird way was reaching out for sympathy, to be understood and heard. He knows I will give it to him.

He asked to see more of me, and I obliged. He was very complimentary and kept gently telling me what he wanted me to do, and what he wanted to do to me when I come to visit. He also asked where my hubby was several times, and that sometime he wanted to watch us both having sex. I told him, 'sure! that would be fun!" Since he has seen it in person I'm sure he'd like to watch us again. He said he wants to DP me with my hubby. I've never done that with anyone, not really crazy about the idea but said for him I'd try it. I trust them both to be gentle and to stop if I asked them to. So, WTF, I told him yeah, that would be ok. It was all fantasy right now anyway. Then he slipped off his undies and was just in his T-shirt. I said, 'Take off your T-shirt!" and he refused! I was like, WTF? Ok whatever! I said I want to see your chest. I love all your tats, I want to see them. He giggled and said, 'no, I've gained a few pounds", so I respected that. LOL Even though I couldn't see a trace of fat anywhere. He looked the same to me.

He asked if I had any toys. Yep of course I do! I told him, and went to get a vibrator. I grabbed the first one I found, and the batteries were dead LOL and we both laughed. I used it anyway, and he said he wanted to watch me come. And of course, since we were on the phone together, he heard all my heavy breathing and panting, and he stroked his cock harder and harder as I got more and more excited. Which I did for him, right there on camera. I've never done THAT before for anybody! It was so exciting. OMG I was splayed out on my bed, legs spread, back arched and stroking myself with a purple vibrator and watching him stroking his cock, watching me, holding the phone with his other hand, and that gaze in his eyes, very sexy. Since the batteries were dead I had to work that thing back and forth but it worked, I had a huge orgasm right there on camera for my Mickey. He loved it. I was a bit embarrassed afterward but he thanked me and kept telling me how much he loved it and couldn't wait to be with me.

After a few more minutes, he said he had to go. I said I did too, and I blew him a kiss onscreen for him and said goodbye. He was looking right at me and smiled, and gave me a "bye" in that sexy, breathy voice of his.  I don't know if the GF came in the room or what. After I clicked "off", I could still see him onscreen, and he kept stroking his cock for about a minute then turned off the camera. He didn't come, and that was disappointing, but oh well. It was still awesome.

I can't believe what that boy does to me. I'm old enough to be his mom, AND his girlfriend's mom. He's 27 and she's 20. But he doesn't see me that way. I'm a woman, a REAL woman, and he knows I'm crazy about him.

I think I'm going to be smiling a lot today.

A new movie is out about swinging

There's a new movie that just came out called, "Swinging With the Finkles", and I just heard about it. I saw the trailer, and I had to run straight to my laptop and tell you all about it! It stars Martin Freeman and Mandy Moore as your typical adorable but bored married couple who decide to spice things up a bit in the bedroom by swinging with another married couple. I have not seen it yet---I merely saw a pop-up ad for it on Facebook this morning.

If I were 20 years younger, I'd probably laugh my head off at this movie, like my teenage son did when he and his teenage friends watched "Hall Pass". The subtext goes right over their immature pre-frontal-cortex brains. I tried to have a conversation about that movie and it was futile--he thought it was insanely funny and for that, Hollywood succeeded.

This appears to me to be another lame Hollywood attempt to broach the subject of what to do when married couples hit that inevitable plateau in their sex lives. The biggest problem with these types of movies is that they are made to be palatable for everyone, because the more people that go to see it, the more money they'll make. And Hollywood is all about the bottom line.

Since I haven't seen the film (and intend to do so ASAP) I will instead offer what I wish Hollywood, or most likely, an Idie film company do. And readers, if you know of such a film exists, I hope you'll let me know.

It seems from the trailer that as this married couple decide to find another couple to swing with, they "interview" prospective couples from the living room couch the way you'd interview a housekeeper or babysitter.  Those of us who are ACTUAL swingers know it doesn't work that way! First of all, how did they end up on their couch? Will Hollywood show the Adult Friend Finder or Craigslist ads of this couple? No, probably not.

What I do like from the trailer, however, is the subject of man-with- man sex is addressed. But, of course, it appears it takes the subject lightly--"this doesn't mean I'm gay does it?" the husband asks the other man. "Of course not", he says. I would like to see a man embracing his bi-sexuality. Why can't he enjoy his gay side? If anyone cares to know this, the Kinsey scale on pure heterosexuality is not the norm.  I get so so tired of it being socially acceptable for women to be tit-on-tit but two penises touching? So scandalous!!! Check it out on Kinsey's official site: http://www.iub.edu/~kinsey/research/ak-hhscale.html#what

I would like to see, and maybe if it doesn't exist I should write it---the serious, sometimes funny, always sexy and raunchy truth about swinging. Wouldn't you? Is America truly not ready for the truth? After all, "Swinging with the Finkles" is a British movie.

That's it. I'm doing it. I'm going to write it myself.

Who should star in it? How about two completely unknown and talented actors?

Gotta go.

Check out the trailer: http://youtu.be/6tKycPLM0po

B pops back in the picture and I've got a new hottie!

Hello again dear readers, I just got back late last night and I was so wound up I couldn't sleep. I should've just grabbed my laptop and wrote this post because it was all I could think about!!!

Where do I begin??

Although not much has really happened this week--I went with hubby and kids to a family gathering out of state, it was all fine and good.  BUT----a drum roll please---tonight out of the blue B started texting me! For those of you who are new to my blog, B is an actor in Hollywood (near where I used to live) and a pretty big star. He's an actor and a model and last I was there,  he was on a HUGE billboard right outside the Chateau Marmont on the Sunset Strip. He is the hottest guy I think I've ever known--hmmm, maybe 2nd to Mickey LOL what can I say that guy is hot. B looks like like Johnny Depp. He even got to meet him and had a part in the Pirates of the Caribbean movies. (small, no credit) If I wasn't married I'd marry him in a heartbeat.

I met him when hubby and I were in LA a year ago July. We were staying at the Chateau Marmont and actually had a craigslist ad for a 3sum. He answered, and I ended up going to see him alone. He lives in a mansion 3/4 of the way up the top of Mullholland Drive in the Hollywood Hills. (Anyway, for full story, check out July 12, 2010)

I hear from him sporadically, and I'm always glad to hear from him. He wants me to fly him out so he can get me pregnant! I don't know what it is about him and getting me pregnant! I'm thinking, jeez, you're the rich one, buy your own ticket dude!! haha we'll see if he does. I can't get pregnant anymore---but suffice it to say I'd never tell him cuz I'd love to keep banging him, that's for sure. So I sent him some of the sexy pics I took for Darin (see below) and he loved them. I love that even after a year, he still thinks of me and wants me to come see him, or better yet, he wants to come here and see ME!!

While he was writing me, my new beau I'll call Darin started texting me. He's fucking hot. He's 22, shoulder-length brown hair, brown eyes, and a drummer (I know, another drummer....). What can I say, I've got a thing for musicians!! He's beyond cute. Not mature-cute like B, who's 27 now. Anyway, I'm babbling. I put on a fashion show for him--I tried on a few sexy outfits and took pics of myself and kept sending them to him. He loved them. It was so fun. He was sending me pics of him too at the same time. It was so fun. I love his sense of humor and the fact that he thinks I'm absolutely gorgeous!! yay!!

All is quiet on the Nico and Mickey front. I'm not going to talk about Nico anymore after this. I don't know what his fucking problem is. I have NO FUCKING IDEA. But he's a liar--he said he doesn't play games and hates people who do. Why can't he have the balls to tell me what's wrong?? I honestly don't know what happened. As the days go by and I don't hear from him I just tell myself, he's 21. He's immature. WTF. There are 9 billion people on this planet. And judging from my dating site, there are plenty who want to meet me so I'll just keep searching. Just like Jake, something happened, I'll never know what.

OH! I forgot to tell you about my tennis date with my boss!!!

Well, I was nervous. I kept waiting for him to cancel but he didn't! I went to the front desk to check in and they said, "He's waiting on court 8 for you". I was like, wow! He got here early! I knew I looked cute in my pink tennis outfit and had my hair up nice and curly.

I could tell he was nervous too. It was very awkward to be honest--we both clearly have the hots for each other but he assumes since I'm married I'm off-limits, and I haven't ever been alone with him to tell him about our lifestyle. So......we played tennis. We started with just easy rallys and he got bored with that and wanted to compete, so we did. I beat him every game, and then my serves started to get horrible from nerves and he won 3 out of 7 (yay me!) so we played another round of best out of 7. I won again--4/3.  I love competing with a guy, it's so fun, and I always win ;)

We had the whole back court area to ourselves. I honestly didn't know what to talk about. We did chat in-between games and it was polite chat. Mostly work stuff, very little personal, but he did say something about how he can keep partying all the time, he's working on changing.  He loves living alone, said it was great. That was about it.

He texted me like crazy later that day and today. He wants to play again, asap. We made a date for this week again. He said he wants to play with me every week, to set up a regular playing schedule. I wonder what he thinks about me. Does he think I'm that hard up for a tennis opponent?? (cuz I'm not...)
But we're never going to get anywhere until we do something afterward--like go out for a beer or agree to meet at his apartment!!

So, here I am, horny and hoping something will happen. I'm sick of just texting and flirting. It's getting old. I want someone to show up and not just talk about it!!!

Have a good week everyone. Masturbate and think of me.

(Hee hee!!!)

Skype sex with a new hottie!

Hello my wonderful readers, I'm sorry it's been like 3 weeks since I've written. The kids are out of school for the summer and I can't get a moment's privacy! I like to write first thing in the morning when the coffee kicks in. I'm finally having some time to myself so of course my first thought is, BLOG!!!

Since I wrote last, I have not heard from either Jake OR Mickey. I have not tried to contact Jake--I'm leaving him 100% alone. His band will be playing a gig here this Friday! Hubby and I got tickets and we're going to see him. I'm determined to meet him after the gig face to face. Of course I know it will be awkward, especially with my hubby there, and I'm certain nothing will come of it, but you know me, I never do what I'm supposed to do. I'm sure I will get hurt again and wish I hadn't seen him, but I can't seem to help myself. I do miss him and I know he'll be polite at least.

I don't know what the fuck is up with Mickey. I don't know why he contacts me out of the blue, tells me he misses me, and then disappears. It's as if he's off the face of the planet. He isn't online, he isn't texting or answering his phone when I call. I know he said he was struggling when he texted last, and he'd mentioned getting rid of his phone. He's got a good job--I can't imagine why he can't afford Internet or his phone. SO.......I assume he doesn't want to talk to me again. He makes me crazy. But the good thing is, I don't obsess over him anymore. It is REALLY a relief. I can stand back and say, well, there goes Mickey, doing his crazy thing again, playing cat and mouse, and not take it personally. Whether or not he responds to my texts, or says what I need him to say, do NOT dictate my moods anymore. It is such a relief.
                                                          
                                                         *************
The best cure for heartbreak is a new guy, and I had this really cute blonde 19 year old writing me on my dating website. I hadn't written him since I was all caught up in Jake. He was persistent though, and I was ripe for a new lover, so I wrote him back. He gave me his phone number and we started texting. What I loved most about Danny is that he always texted back immediately!! And I decided I'd play harder to get....I seem to keep getting attached too easily and so decided to let him court me. I just adore him. The best part was, he did what no other guy, even Jake, would do---for example, I was at work one day, and I got a text from him that said he was in his (college) physics class and was thinking about me! How wonderful is THAT???!! I enjoyed that so so much. He went on to tell me how beautiful he thinks I am, can't wait to get me naked, etc. and we sent sexy pics to each other. While he's sitting in class! That was so fun. OH! And I forgot to mention he's an Abercrombie model! He said his picture is up in their stores all over the country! (guess who's going to the mall soon!)

He lives near Jake in the big city, and wanted to scope me out before he drove out here, so he asked if I had Skype. I didn't, but it was easy to get on there and before I knew it, there he was! OMG what a fucking hottie! He's a swimmer, and he took off his pants and boxers, right there on camera, and put his speedo on! OMG he's hung like a horse and gorgeous to boot. Of course it got very nasty after that--he began stroking himself and of course I started teasing him and took of my clothes one at a time for him too. It was so fun--unlike yahoo messenger, you don't have to type to talk to each other, you just talk! So we got along great. Before the clothes came off we chatted for about an hour, and before I knew it, he'd made himself cum all over himself, and it was 3 am!! We'd been online for three hours! It was awesome. He giggled afterward, and we both agreed we'd passed the test for attractiveness! So, we made plans for him to possibly come see me in two days, last Friday. I told him I'd get a hotel room. We said our goodnights with sexy plans to do all those nasty things in person.

I haven't heard from him since.

WTF here we go again??? What did I do wrong???

I knew he had plans to go to Magic Mountain with a buddy. He'd told me right up when we were Skyping, and who knows, maybe that was just a lie.  So he texted me Friday afternoon, simply, "hey, I am really not going to be able to make it up tonight sorry :(" I responded, It's ok sexy man! I kinda figured since ur having a big day lol". no response. Later that same night I wrote, "I hope we can meet soon" no response. The next morning I wrote, "HI sexy man", still nothing.

Hmmm so it's been a whole weekend and not a peep out of him. WTF I guess I messed up again.

So back to square one.

WTF

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.
.
     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???

The winter blahs have taken over my soul

My dry spell goes on. I am thinking of canceling my profile on the dating website cuz I'm so sick and tired of flakes! I am sick and tired of the texting, exchanging sexy pics, sexy talk, and then when it comes time to actually meet, these guys disappear. I feel like I'm wasting my money and my time. Guys sure know how to talk a big talk but not walk the walk. What is it they want?? They advertise how big their dicks are, how good they are in bed, yada yada yada but no one seems to want to meet a real woman.  I'm so done with it.

I think I told you last blog post I thought I found someone who could possibly fill Mickey's shoes. I found him on the website. He's disappeared now too. He sent me sexy pics and videos of him masturbating--very nice, yes, but I have spent the last 2 weeks trying to pin him down to a date and he's gone AWOL. I'm so annoyed. I honestly don't take it personally. I know I'm sexy, I'm honest, I'm good in bed (well, so I've been told....I do know I love sex and love to please). I take good care of myself, dress nice, smell good LOL and these guys haven't even met me so how can I feel rejected???

ON THE OTHER HAND, I do take it personally when I don't hear from Mickey. He has been amazing the last few months. For example, I was driving to the airport one day last week to pick up my hubby, and I called Mickey. For the record, I almost NEVER call him. I don't want to bug him. So this was unusual. Well, his voicemail picked up, so I just left a short happy message. HE CALLED ME RIGHT BACK!! It was sooooo wonderful hearing his sexy voice, and just knowing he actually called me right back. We chatted the whole drive, and I actually had to say, "I have to let you go, I'm here and I have to call my hubby." Instead of me clinging and clinging like I usually do, I initiated the hang-up so I thought that was good. He is really opening up to me, we talked again about him moving out here. I told him I didn't want to pressure him, and he said he didn't feel pressured. I said, "why don't you just come out for a visit and see if you like it here?" and he agreed that was a good idea. We had a great talk. He said he's really ready for a change--he's going on a liquid fast, and that he was going to stop drinking AND having sex for a month, including no masturbating! I just told him how proud of him I was. There's more but I don't want to bore my audience. I'll move on and just say that he had been texting me nearly every day as well----until this week. Three of my texts have gone unresponded to. I did check his GF's FB page (it's private) but her relationship status has changed from "in a relationship" to "it's complicated", so I guess he's broken up with her--YAY! It's so hard for me to "just chill" and let him come to me, but he always does, so I'm trying to just breathe now every time I think of texting or calling him. He obviously needs room--SOMETHING is going on with him, cuz it's not like him (now, anyway) to not write me back. I'm pretending I've got a life and I'm so busy I hardly notice he hasn't gotten back to me. What a joke. I'm trying.

I guess my challenge is--I need to get a life. I had a life till we moved, and it's been 7 months and I am just really depressed and lonely. I have a job interview tomorrow so hopefully if I get it that will get me out of the house and meet people.

We had a few spring-y days last week, nearly all the snow had melted and the sun was out and I could see green grass in the yard! I went outside and just sucked up some rays and felt the frozen grass with my fingers. I could taste the excitement of warmer weather and outdoor fun. The next day we got 6 inches of snow and haven't seen the sun since. I've loved the snow so far, but the tease of spring was cruel.  I decided to stop pouting and ran out to make a snowman with my daughter. It was just what I needed---it was so fun!! But now the blahs are back again. I've really gotta get my life together. I can't sit around and wait for Mickey, I need to make some plans for myself.  Now I know why people here teased us so much about leaving behind the Gold Coast. I'm sooo missing LA.

My Not-So-Hot Valentine Virginity Story

It's Valentine's Day, and tomorrow is the anniversary of the day I lost my virginity at age 20.  I got to reminiscing, and although the lucky fellow was only in my life for a few brief months, I can't forget him, even if I wanted to. A girl never forgets the day she loses her virginity, whether it was a pleasant experience or not. The day after V-Day I always think about that day, many many years and men ago. I feel both giddy and wistful.

I was a late bloomer---I really didn't become very attractive really until I hit my 40's. All during my childhood years I had unruly hair and glasses. By 6th grade, I did have a knockout body.  By high school, although flat irons hadn't yet been invented, I did learn how to properly blow-dry my unruly curls out straight. I had my first serious boyfriend, although we never got past 2nd base. It just didn't occur to us I guess. We graduated and went our separate ways, and by my second year in college, I had contacts but no social life. I was a serious student till I met Jesse.

I was working at a fast-food restaurant, and one of my co-workers, Glenda, was a blonde bombshell with an equally cute boyfriend named Frank. Frank came into the restaurant late at night often to hang out and wait for Glenda and the restaurant to close and drive her home.  Frank would often wink at me when Glenda wasn't looking, and it made me titillated and uncomfortable at the same time. Jesse was Frank's best buddy.

This was during the time period when "Rocky Horror Picture Show" was playing at midnight in all the theaters. Frank worked in one of the local theaters, and one night, after work, he drove me and Glenda to the theater to see the midnight showing. Waiting for us there was his friend Jesse. We hit it off immediately, and I guess we became boyfriend and girlfriend.

After a few weeks of dating, which included heavy petting at drive-in movies (we ditched the theaters), it was Valentine's Day. I don't remember why he couldn't see me ON Valentine's Day, but we got together the day after. I went to his house; I think he lived with his dad, I don't remember, but we were alone. He took out a joint, and although I was quite a prude at the time, I didn't want him to know it, so when he passed it to me, I took a hit off it. It didn't take much to make me high. One thing led to another, and all our clothes were off. He was so good-looking---think Erik Estrada in his hey-day (which was during this time period!)

All I remember is, it went in. Yep, slid right in. It hurt, I bled a little, but it went in. We did it exactly once, and he broke my heart and broke up with me the following week. I sobbed for days, then realized at least he'd given me the gift of breaking my hymen so I was able to FINALLY, at age 20, wear tampons!!

I think back to that moment, so long ago, and how it affected my future sexual relationships. I don't think it has a thing to do with how I've ended up a swinger/polyamorist, although I do remember something very hot that happened with Frank and Glenda one night. Glenda had taken me along on a family camping trip one hot summer weekend, and we shared a tent, just the two of us girls. Unbeknownst to her parents, Frank snuck in and visited us one night. It was a beautiful summer night, the dark sky filled with stars, and everyone was quiet in their tents. We sat by our small campfire talking for awhile, then went into our tent. It was a very small tent. I crawled into my sleeping bag, and Glenda and Frank were in her sleeping bag. As I tried to fall asleep, I heard them whispering, but left them alone. Like I said, it was a very small tent. They were within touching distance, had it occurred to me. It wasn't long till I heard very heavy breathing, and soft moans. I was shocked and aroused, laying there in the dark, facing away from them. Wide-eyed and horny, I heard my friends fucking and wanted desperately to watch. Although it was dark, I'm sure I could've seen quite a bit given that the campground had some dim lighting. I laid there as still as a statue, and afterward, as soon as I was certain they'd fallen asleep, I masturbated, laying right next to them. It was by far the naughtiest thing I'd ever done.

Sure pales in comparison to the naughty things I've been up to ever since.

Do you have a loss of virginity story you want to share with me? You can write me at naughtyannahotwife@gmail.com. I'll keep it to myself; I'd just love to hear it.

OMG---Mickey's doing porn for cash!!

Yes, you read that title correctly. Mickey's on an amateur porn website and getting paid to play with himself for anyone that wants to watch him (and pay for it). I don't know how much he makes but he's promised me FREE shows! (I sure as hell ain't paying for it!!).

Backing up for a second---he finally wrote me on Yahoo messenger that he didn't get a phone, but a computer, and wanted to chat with me. He told me he was working on a website "doing private shows for people" and told me the name.  Said he'd be online all night and wanted to talk to me. I did write him, but never saw him online again for several days, until today he finally wrote me. He's at work (pizza place? I don't know, he didn't say).  He's only written me a little, I imagine he's busy, but it's frustrating. I said, "so tell me about his website", and he said, "I touch myself on cam. For money." So of course I had to look him up. OMG I found him right away, his profile telling me all about him, which I already know, all his stats. I feel a little sad seeing him on this, seems like he's, um, I don't know, a little whorish. I know!! Who am I to talk????

I just told him, "remember we talked about doing this, you and me together? Cuz we are so hot together! Wish we still could!!" This site has thousands of young people on it, every kind of sexual fetish you can imagine, girls, guys, couples, gay, straight, bi, trannies, you name it, they're on there, masturbating to make money. Can't believe I considered doing it too. I don't know why but the only emotion I seem to feel about it is sadness. That's my Mickey!! The boy I'm insanely infatuated with, to think he doesn't care who's watching. Getting paid for it is prostitution, but it's legal. I'm just upset about it.

I asked him, "What does your GF think about it?" and he said, and I quote, "...Doesn't care". Not, "She's fine with it", or "She doesn't mind" or "she thinks it's hot", or even, "SHE doesn't care". Just "doesn't care". Maybe I'm making too much out of this. I just feel sad he's doing it. Does he need the money that badly he can't make it any other way?? And I've offered him the moon and the stars.....that he could move in with me and I'd take care of him..That's why I'm sad. He'd rather do this.

Why DOESN'T his GF care? She should. She doesn't love him the way that I do. Or as much as I do.

P.S. NO I'm not getting a subscription to his webcam. It's free or none at all. I can't bear to watch him knowing creepy guys are watching him the same time as me. I want him all to myself, and I always have.

I'll let you know if he writes me more. He's still online but quiet. I have to go to sleep now, and I'll probably miss his messages.

:((

It's Raining Men!! Hallelujah!

WOW When it rains it pours, and baby, yesterday it poured! I realized last night, laying in bed after masturbating on the phone with Sam, that I'm involved with 5 guys (including my hubby). I was supposed to hook up with this military hottie I'd been chatting with on the website, but he never showed up, never called! LOL I didn't even care, I was really more annoyed than anything cuz I sat around waiting for him for like 3 hours and that really pissed me off. He'd texted me he would call or text me when he was on his way and I never heard from him after that. FUCK I was ticked off.

BUT----the 4 other guys totally made up for it! FIrst of all, B, the actor/model extraordinaire was chatting nasty stuff to me on Yahoo messenger. I was like whoa---you're still thinking about me?? Yay! I was sooo thrilled!! I haven't heard from him in months. He gets hotter and more sexier every time I hear from him. You have to know this about B--he is a new but somewhat famous actor on a TV show and is quite young and wealthy, not to mention a model with the most amazing body. He is on a billboard on Hollywood Blvd!!! So anyway, that was definitely a great choice to hook up with him. Too bad he didn't get me pregnant.

Ok, so I'm reeling with joy that B contacted me--and lo and behold, it's Mickey, who starts his IM with, "hi there pretty girl". OMG Mr. I-can't-express-any-feelings-whatsoever-or give-compliments has suddenly gotten very real. It's wonderful.  We wrote on yahoo messenger off and on for 6 hours!! SIX HOURS!!!!  He has no internet now, even sold his computer, cuz he lost his driver's license for a year for his speeding tickets. The only way we can communicate is by yahoo messenger, when he gets free wifi, on his iTouch. Sad, i know. But it's temporary. And I love love love how he's sneaking into Starbucks while he's at work to write me! He said that since he can't deliver pizzas anymore (cuzz he can't drive for a year) he's cooking instead, and occasionally they send him to other stores, and this one has WIFI so he can write me. He said he's going to ask if he can work there all the time---so he can write me!!!  So who is this new Mickey???? Hmmmm idk but I like him a whole lot better!!!

So, while I'm IM'ing B and Mickey, Sam texts me he wants to try phone sex with me. Sounds great to me! So as soon as the kids are in bed, I poured myself a glass of chardonnay, brushed my teeth, touseled by hair, and put on a sexy, lacy red negilgee to get in the mood. I lie and tell Mickey I need to call my GF, her mom's in the hospital (that part isn't a lie, but I didn't need to call her) cuz I don't want to lose our connection while I'm on the phone with Sam.

I'm texting my hubby at the same time all this is happening! B doesn't write anymore, so he's out for now, I tell Mickey I will BRB, and so I concentrate on Sam for about a half hour. It's the first time I've heard his voice, and it's thankfully sexy. I light a candle and turn off my nightstand lamp, and get cozy with my hand on my pussy, and Sam is telliing me what he's doing to that hard cock of his 1500 miles away.  Our voices are thick and heavy with passion as we whisper what we want to do to each other. I cum right away---I was horny all day since I thought Military Guy was coming over for a little afternoon delight. Sam didn't, and he was bothered by it, and he didn't believe I really did cum. I was like, dude, I am always horny. I don't fake my orgasms! Jeez!!! So he was like, ok, I'm sorry. I said it's ok, I get it, it's over the phone so no way to know for sure. We both agree tho that he should buy a fucking plane ticket and cum see me :)

I hung up to let Sam finish himself on his own. I was growing bored and wanted to get back to my conversation with Mickey, which resumed for another hour or so. It was getting very late, so I just said hey, I needed to get some sleep. I didn't want to sign off, I wanted to see what he was going to say, so I just kept the phone close by and fell asleep. Hours later I woke to go to the bathroom, and he'd written, "I've got to go, night sweetheart". SWEETHEART?????  WHEN HAS MICKEY EVER CALLED ME SWEETHEART??? wow so in one IM, I'm "pretty girl", "sexy girl", and "sweetheart". AND he's changing his job location (if he can) just so he can write me?? What's going on???

Who cares?!!!? I'm happy.

My hubby's happy.

Oh yeah. Life is good.

Webcam fun!

Sex and webcams---I just love technology, don't you???

My kids were doing their homework in the next room, and I was cooking dinner when I got a text from Sam--"get online--I'm on my webcam". I'm like, 'I can't, kids here", and he said, "just for 5 minutes, please?" so I grabbed my laptop and flipped it open and got online. There he was, in nothing more than a white towel wrapped around his waist, a mischievous smile on his darling face. This 24-year-old suitor danced seductively in his towel, alternating between giving me a full on view of his bobbing, half-hard cock and holding it in his hand. I was getting so turned on, I could feel myself getting wet for him. He wrote me as he danced, teasing me with his words as well: "I want you to suck this for me", as he'd hold his cock up for display. Then he'd let go and cover it with his towel, and give me a bad-little-boy grin, and spin around and show me his nice, round, hairless (thank you!) ass. Then he'd need reassurance: "do you like?" he'd ask, and flash open the towel to show me his genitals. "OMG baby I definitely like!" I'd write him back. I couldn't look away for a second.

Until one of my kids asked what that burning smell was in the kitchen!!

Mickey loves me?!

His exact words were, "I just love the way you are". I was so happy! I said, "yay! Really? What do you mean?" and he said, "It's something I can't describe, I just love the way you are." I don't remember everything that was said after that, I just feel the smile inside still. We had the closest we've ever really come to a genuine conversations (except when he was here). He said that when he comes here "maybe I'll tell you in person" ??? Does this mean he does truly love me back??? He just can't say it?

It all started around midnight (as usual). I was on my webcam with my Washington boy (I'll call him Sam). We were just chatting. He's 24, lives with his parents, and is really the hottest guy on this website so far. I was drinking wine and getting tipsy, and we were having a fun conversation and I started to take my clothes off for him. I was showing off my big breasts and giggling when all of a sudden, there's Mickey, wanting to click on and watch. (of course, he didn't know I was chatting with anyone else). So I allowed him, and suddenly I've got 2 guys watching me. It was so titillating, but confusing! Writing them back and forth as I sipped my wine and teased them visually. It was so fun tho. I was kind of pissed at Mickey so I was kind of ignoring him and giving Sam more attention. Mickey figured it out and asked me. I said yes, I was on webcam with a guy from Washington. He abruptly said, "I guess you don't need me then", and clicked off. I was so upset.Was it over between us? WTF???? Was he jealous?? Would I ever hear from him again? What just happened here?I got off cam with Sam and just fell asleep (thx to the wine).

I woke up a couple hours later, and saw Mickey was still offline. I was panicky, and still drunk. I IM'd him a barrage of, "I love you, next to my hubby, there's only you. You know that. I fucking tell you all the time I love you.  If you love me too just fucking tell me. I write you letters, you ignore them. You never tell me what you feel. I'm sick of the games. You make me crazy Mickey!" Then I lied. "the other guy was Hubby. I'm sorry."

Two hours later he's online, and writes me immediately and I awaken to the little chime. "I'm lost", he said. "What's wrong?" I wrote back, "I drank too much", and he said, "that's ok". I said, "forgive me?" and he said he was on his webcam and for me to get on mine.

It was 5:45 am my time, and i have to get up at 6:30 to take my kids to school! I'm soooo tired but I oblige. I tell him, "I was cuter 4 hours ago. Give me a minute LOL so I get up and look in the mirror and I still look pretty good. 

I go back to bed and flip open my laptop. We talk for about 45 min, during which this time he not only practically professes his love for me too but gives me a tour of his apartment. It was so cute. It was so nice seeing his face again. I haven't seen it since the day he left from his visit. I loved being open with him, and he wasn't as evasive as he usually is. He said he wanted to decorate our new house. I wanted to ask him more but didn't. Instead, we eventually got to talking our clothes off and masturbating for each other. It was very exciting, mmmmm yummy. I loved teasing him and knowing he was getting aroused---cuz I could see him stroking his very hard cock just for me. I actually made myself cum, and I had to get offline to get my kids up for school before he came! LOL 

So, I told my girlfriend the whole story. She's happy he's not as much an asshole as he seems (most of the time).

Mickey loves me.

I

B Shoots a TV Show AND his Load--and a middle of the night text from you-know-who

The trip to LA didn't work out the way I wanted it to; had to bring the kids. Long story. Suffice it to say I was soooooooooooo disappointed. But not as much as B, apparently, as he called me yet again just now, alone in his mini-mansion, naked and hard for me, just having gotten home from another 18-hour day shooting the TV show he's on, or out on his modeling photo shoots. Oh my my. He's around gorgeous models and yet he still wants me. ---sigh--is that fucking awesome or WHAT? :)

So, of course, I couldn't wait to please him, and myself for that matter. He's got the sexiest voice, and he's all of 26. Rock hard abs, long brown hair, great for grabbing while I climb on top of him and fuck his brains out. FUCK! Will I ever get the chance to? SHIT!! For now, I have to settle for his sexy voice and my own hand.

"I want you", he purrs. I pull up the nasty pic of him I've saved on my computer just for these moments--one of two pics of him naked with his hand on his enormous cock. "Close your eyes", I command him quietly. "Your cock is in my mouth and I'm sucking it just the way you like". He's moaning softly and it's sooo erotic. He's busy stroking himself while he's staring at one of the many pictures I've sent him. "I'm climbing on top of you now", I tell him, while I'm laying naked under the covers, the fingers of my left hand rubbing my wet vagina furiously. "Put your dick in me and rock me hard," I say. "Oh, oh, oh" he moans slowly. "Yeah, I'm gonna grab your big tits and suck 'em!" "You better", I tease. "Now show me that big dick baby!"

He moans louder and louder, each time a little bit breathier and a little bit quicker. He's going to come before me (as usual). I take this as a huge compliment! It just means he's really turned on, SO turned on he can't hold back. Mmmmmm. Yum yum yummy. "Are you ready?" he asks me. "I'm going to shoot my load and I'm gonna make you pregnant!" He has this thing about getting me pregnant too. Always says he wants to make a baby with me. This totally freaks me out and I lose my concentration. Sweet, but no thanks. (When I meet this guy I gotta make sure he keeps the condom on!)

"Are you ready baby? Are you ready?" he ask me all out of breath, as if he'd just run a marathon. He's worked himself up masturbating and he's going to come. "Mmm, B, gimme some of that sweet stuff you got, shoot it in my face" and he says, "No, I wanna make a baby, get you pregnant", and I'm flattered, he's fucking gorgeous and we'd have one helluva cute kid. I try to stay in the moment. "Rub that beautiful cock sweetie. I want you", I tell him. He is back to moaning, which is good cuz it means he'll stop talking. "Are you ready baby? Are you ready?" he asks me again. "I'm ready, let's come together", I tell him, and I glance over at my open laptop to see pics of him and I realize I'm ready to come too. "I'm coming baby, I'm coming, you're so fucking hot, damn I want you so bad", he shouts in short bursts as he's busy spurting his come. I please myself to ecstasy and we both finish fairly close together. "Damn you girl", he scolds me, "you're fucking hot. When you gonna come see me?"

"I dunno", I tell him, and I really don't, unfortunately. "Soon, baby, soon". "I'd come see you baby but I'm on the set every day, I just can't get away till the show wraps, and that's gonna be a few weeks. I'm sorry...." he says painfully. "It's ok love", I tell him, "no worries." We both sigh again, he giggles and says he's made a mess, and I smile and say it's a pleasurable mess, which I could lick it all up. Mmmmm, he says, obviously still wiping himself up. "Goodnight sexy", we both say, and thank each other for the pleasure. Fucking sexy voice he has, not as sexy as Mickey's but different. There's nothing like a young sexy hunk. Mmm yum yum yummy.

Oh, and Mickey texted me in the middle of the night about 4 days ago. Haven't heard a peep from him since, despite several texts from me. He makes me crazy. I just want to leap into my cell phone and strangle him, or fuck him LOL I'd rather fuck him. DAMN that guy's put a spell on me.

I want to fuck you

.......is all that it said. A 3:18 am text Mickey sent. The "doodle-do" sound woke me out of a deep sleep, and I immediately had a huge grin. I was instantly aroused and texted him back, "oh yeah". Ok, not very profound, but I was sound asleep a second prior. I didn't hear back from him the rest of the night. Typical Mickey. But I was so horny, thinking about him, wondering if he was stroking his cock, obviously thinking about me, that my fingers found their way to my clit. I fingered myself and moaned thinking about fucking him, and how he wanted me. My pussy was so wet and juicy and it was a shame there was no one there to lick it and give me the release I needed. I rubbed my clit and fantasized about kissing and fucking Mickey. I came so fast, and stretched out on my back, pulled the covers over my hard nipples. I fell asleep quickly too, a smile on my face once again.

Phone sex--again

My kids were frolicking our backyard pool, I was folding laundry in the guest room, when my cell phone rings. It's B, and he's horny. It's around 2 o'clock in the afternoon, and he's breathing so heavily into the phone it fogs up my contacts. "I want you so bad baby", he says, and tells me he's stroking his big 9-inch cock. I smile, and continue to fold my family's clothes, of which there are about 4 loads that have been sitting here for 2 days. He wants to talk about HIS load, the one he's going to shoot any time now.

"What are you wearing?" he wants to know. I'm actually in a bikini, and I look outside to check on the splashing in the pool, making sure the kids are ok (and out of earshot). "Send me a pic, right now", he demands coyly. "OK", I agree, "hold on". Giggling, I pull the bottom of my swimsuit aside and take a pic with with my iPhone and send it to him. "Ahhhh, ahhhh, that's nice, ahhhh....' he continues to moan. I am almost done with the big pile of clothes on my bed. I just can't get into this right now, but hey, I'll be happy to oblige my new friend. "Are you stroking that big cock baby?" I say as I stack a small pile of towels. What an actress I am! "Oh, I wish I was there to suck it baby", I tell him in my sexiest voice. I'm not lying, I wish I was! Suddenly, I hear a moan to go along with the explosion I can only imagine. Because I'm NOT there. "Oh, baby that was soooo good", he tells me. " I tell him, "I can't wait to do it in person". "Me too", he agrees. A few more moany sighs and we say our heartfelt goodbyes. I realize as I stack the basket with washcloths that I should get paid for this. Hmmm.

I smile as I put the basket down and go outside with the kids. "Who wants to play volleyball?" I yell. I'm smiling as I'm thinking, damn, this is fun.

Sven

Yes, that's his real name. And he doesn't live in Sweden! He lives in the midwest, and he is gorgeous! He found ME on myspace! Boy was that good for my ego! He's a model, and wow-za what a hottie, only 22 years old! He and i have a yahoo messenger webcam date for Friday night at midnight! So, i will be wearing my new Frederick's of Hollywood bra & panty & garter set and have my lube and vibrator all ready to go. He will be on his webcam too.....oh my God I can't wait to see that man naked and stroking that beautiful cock! Yum yum!

Erotic weekend plans!

I got a text from R. yesterday confirming that he definitely wanted to meet me and my husband in LA this weekend! Whoa I was like, a total 360 from the last time I spoke to him about 3 years ago! He was one of those guys who just enjoyed a little freebie over the webcam and nasty texting but chickened out when it came time to actually meet and get naked. Now tho it seems he's more open to the idea and OMG we had some nasty textual conversations yesterday! I was on a walk with my daughter and our dog and he's telling me stuff like, I wish you could pull my pants down right now and give me a BJ and I'm texting back, I wish I could too! Of course I'm texting my hubby at the same time, telling him all about it and we're both getting pretty hot and horny. This goes on for over an hour, back and forth, and I have to stop cuz my phone's going dead. I left him with a suggestion: "stroke that beautiful cock and think of me", to which he replied, "I will, I definitely will. See you Saturday sexy". Several hours later, after getting the kids to bed and FINALLY getting to be alone, my sexy hubby and I couldn't wait to get naked under the covers. As usual, he let me come first, which took all of like 3 minutes, I was soooo horny, and he took like another 3. What a fucking fun day!!!