It's been almost a week now since I've heard from D, who would've been my 22nd lover. I have no idea what happened to him, for all I know he's either dead or in jail cuz let me tell you, he was pretty insistent in his emails about getting together. Oh well, my loss, his loss. It would've been fun. I'm pretty picky and he was pretty hot, but oh well, guess it's not meant to be.
So, back to the drawing board.....or should I say, back to Craig's List???
My pilot texted me, he's waiting for his schedule. He wants to see me next time he's in town. Sounds good.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Friday, March 19, 2010
update on lover #22
Ok, so he gave me his cell number and I texted him about 5 days later, hey, wanna get together on Thursday? I never heard back. Hmmm. This is unfortunately not uncommon. After exchanging pics and some instant messaging, guys will flake out on me. I don't know what their prior experiences are, but they disappear when I commit to meeting them. I guess the do me a favor.
Well, he emailed me, he just got a DUI so he can't drive, and can't pay his cell so he didn't know I'd texted him....but hey, what can I say, he's ultra hot, he looks like the lead singer from Three Days Grace and I don't honestly care about his personal situation, I'm not looking for a boyfriend. So, I told him, email me in the morning, and I'll drive to come see him. I'll let you know what happens. I do not want to be disappointed. Kids will be in school so I've got time to go see him. I'm getting so horny for him he'd better come through.
Guess most guys don't know what to do with a girl like me.
Well, he emailed me, he just got a DUI so he can't drive, and can't pay his cell so he didn't know I'd texted him....but hey, what can I say, he's ultra hot, he looks like the lead singer from Three Days Grace and I don't honestly care about his personal situation, I'm not looking for a boyfriend. So, I told him, email me in the morning, and I'll drive to come see him. I'll let you know what happens. I do not want to be disappointed. Kids will be in school so I've got time to go see him. I'm getting so horny for him he'd better come through.
Guess most guys don't know what to do with a girl like me.
Monday, March 15, 2010
Craiglist--How I met Sean (and D., and a few others...)
Meeting a potential bed-mate on Craigslist may not sound sexy to most people, but to me, it’s the perfect place to find just the kind of guy I’m looking for. A stud, a guy who thinks so highly of his bedroom antics, he actually advertises. It’s so much fun to read his bio: a few sentences about himself meant to attract a girl like me. I like reading how they are D/D free (drugs and disease) and non-smoker, seeing that they’re under 30, and that they are horny mutherfuckers who want it bad and want it now.
Some guys looking for a NSA (no strings attached) hook-up post pictures of their penises. Yes, their penises. As if any woman really gives a flying fuck how big it is. Come on, do guys really think that we’d choose a guy solely over penis size? Hmmm, line ‘em all up, one next to the other, cover their faces and I’ll pick the biggest one? Seriously? It just cracks me up. Cuz I’m just the girl they’re looking for, and they’re scaring me away showing me their penises.
It’s cuz guys are visual creatures. They aren’t too far from their Neanderthal ancestors. All they have to do is see a pair of nipples and they’re ready to go. It doesn’t even take actual nudity for my husband to get an erection, and I’d say he’s like most guys. Last week we were sitting in a dark, sensual bar having apple martinis and chicken satay, overlooking a busy intersection. From our 2nd story window perch, a Victoria’s Secret sat directly across. Several times he had to stop himself in mid-talk to comment on how the torso-only mannequin wearing nothing but a red, lacy thong kept distracting him. Jeez.
The guy that I’ll choose to reply to won’t be the one who’s member I’ve already seen. It will be the guy who posts a face picture of himself, or more likely, a body photo with the face blacked out. I understand that privacy and discreetness is an absolute must, and I never show my face. That’s all I need is for my teenage son to come home from school and say, “Mom, my friend Carlos said he saw a picture of you on Craigslist looking for a boy-toy. Is that true?” I shudder to think it could happen, if I’m not careful.
Placing an ad for a sexual partner is so so much fun. I highly recommend it for any woman, whether or not you are actually looking for a cheap one-night stand. Just post a sexy picture of yourself, and post an ad saying you are a lonely, passionate woman looking for someone to frolic with for one night. Let me tell you, it will do wonders for your self-esteem. The first time I placed an ad, I had over 200+ replies from horny men that very first day! I had so much fun reading their replies, which varied tremendously. “Pick me, I’ll send you to heaven”. “My dick is 7-1/2 inches long and I can fuck you all night”. “How big are your boobs? I can only get hard if you’re a DD”. I remember sitting in a cheesy diner eating greasy french fries, stuffing them into my mouth while I clicked one response after another on my laptop keyboard. Some sent yet more pictures of their penises, as if the first one wasn’t good enough to get me to write them back. I’d emphasize in my ad, “Face pics only”, but it’s amazing how many guys can’t read. Seeing how many horny, available men wanted me sexually gave me a bigger smile than fitting into a size 3 pair of skinny jeans (which I wear).
I had so many responses it was virtually impossible to keep them all straight. Out of the 200+, I’d say maybe 10 were candidates for keepers. I deleted the unwanteds immediately so I could keep better track of them. I was able to narrow it down to the oooo you seem delicious vs. the absolutely-not-if-you-were-the-last-guy-on-earth-would-I-fuck-yous.
Guys always, always want stats. It must be a guy thing. It’s not enough to watch a football game, guys have to know exactly how many yards the field goal kick was (who gives a fuck? He got the 3 points, didn’t he?) and what the total rushing yards were. So you have to tell them. Age, height, weight, cup size. And it doesn’t do any good to lie, or even fudge it a little, cuz we’re talking this is someone I plan on getting naked with. There’s really little chance of me looking like Giselle Bundchen by the end of the week. One thing I’ve learned from my Craigslist exploration, is that there’s truly someone for everyone, or should I say, a turn-on for everyone. Big, short, little, fat, skinny, blonde hair, brown hair, purple hair, tattoos, piercings (or not), married, cheating, swinging or lonely, there is someone out there that will be attracted to you just the way you are. I’d say it’s good practice for most women. Stop trying to be what you think a guy wants and start being who you really are.
So, I tell the truth. I’m married. Yes, my husband knows I’m writing you. I’m short, a bit curvy, and I’m not 20 anymore. I am in great physical shape, I'm a runner and have very little body fat. I take care of my looks, but I've never had lipo or botox or any plastic surgery. I look half my age. No, I’m not into anal, thank you, and I won’t be bringing my best girlfriend with me for a threesome. I am somebody’s mother, somebody’s wife, somebody’s daughter, and I’m not looking for Mr. Goodbar, and I don’t want to end up like her. I have to feel safe with you and know I will have a good time and still make it to pick up my children from school on time instead of the morgue.
From those top ten or so hot guys that are clamoring for me and more pics of me, I respond in kind. First an e-mail to let them know that I am interested in them, then wait for a 2nd response from them. Usually it arrives before I’ve even sent an email to my 2nd choice. These guys must sit at home on their computers all day long looking for sex, and when their fishing pole gets a bite, they tug and tug and try not to let it get away. I love being the fish.
The guys that actually send me a face pic are the ones that I’ll eventually choose from. One guy had a totally hot Abercrombie model body, I got wet just looking at it. But his face pic was not to my liking. Sorry, dude, but I just wasn’t feeling it. I can see why he spent so much time at the gym. God didn’t grace him in the looks department but that didn’t mean he was a slouch. I’m sure if he’d posted a penis pic first it wouldn’t have helped his case.
The bigger the city you’re looking in, the more guys will be looking for you to have sex with, it’s that simple. WHICH MEANS--the more hot guys there are to choose from! My favorite city so far has been the LA Craigslist. OH MY GOD. Especially near the big colleges. OOO la la. Where I live, the pickings are slimmer, but it’s like shopping at the mall. Some stores you go in, some you just walk by, and some drag you in even though you swore you weren’t going to go in there, but always glad you did.
After the email, and after the face pic is sent and I’ve decided this is a cute guy I could actually get involved with, I send a picture of myself, face and all. I have a few sexy pics of myself tucked away for just this reason, pics my hubby has taken in our more fun and intimate nights. (He enjoys sharing them and sharing me, but more on that another time).
Of all the responses I’ve sent, I’ve only had one nasty retort from some guy whose ego I obviously bruised. He called me a grandma and that my boobs were saggy and other mean things that were hard to stomach. I pouted for a few days, then my hubby encouraged me to keep on my search and I’d feel better. He was right.
The last guy I actually arranged to meet, and did, was a sexy young pilot ( 29) who was going to be in town for a quick turnaround and was looking for some action in between flights. I was responding to HIS ad this time, not the other way around. He posted a body pic, and had nice muscles but not too many (I hate bodybuilders). I thought to myself, hmmm, a pilot? I’ve never had a pilot! And I had had LOTS of fantasies about pilots! I love the uniform. I love the hat. I love the thought of them in control of those enormous jets, and being smart enough to understand all those little buttons, switches, and knobs. Smart, and sexy. Hmmm. Yes, he moved up to number one status. He sent back a couple of face pics, and honestly I wasn’t impressed. Not my type. Blonde and not bad-boyish enough looking. Not pretty enough, no tattoos, no pierced lip, hair too short. He didn’t give up though.
We exchanged yahoo messenger addresses and agreed to chat later that night, after the kids went to bed. And that is where he hooked me in.
I had actually been IM’ing another prospect at the same time I was chatting with Sean, the pilot. He was younger than Sean, 24, and all he wanted to do was talk about the sex we were going to have. He was blunt and obnoxious and I started to feel offended. And believe me, it takes a LOT to offend me. I noticed I wasn’t writing him back as quickly as I was writing Sean back. Sean made me laugh. He was self-deprecating, which was ironic considering that ad he’d placed on Craigslist looking for a whore-of-the-moment. While Jake was telling me how he was going to lick my anus (LOL, NOT!) Sean was telling me how beautiful I looked in my pic, and how he was going to start by kissing me on the neck. Now, who do you think got the date with me??
So, I did something I don’t normally do, and didn’t discount him based on looks. Yes, he had a nice body, but usually when you’re having sex with someone, their face is there too LOL I just wasn’t feeling the attraction physically but thought, what the hell. Let’s see where this goes.
I gave him my cell phone number, and he texted me. We didn’t really talk about sex so much as our schedules. HIs flight schedule, when he’d land, when he’d be back in my area, and whether or not we had the same intentions. We didn’t talk about our families, our favorite foods or our likes and dislikes in movies. We got to the point and stopped texting. It wasn’t romantic, we weren’t falling in love, we weren’t getting to know each other. We were merely trying to see if mating was in our forecast.
And I still wasn’t sure the night before we were supposed to get together. He sensed it, and decided to call me. He had a nice voice, and had the same self-deprecating way about him that I had to admit attracted me. He was honest; straight-forward and blunt about whether or not he wanted to meet me. I was nervous, and it was refreshing to be able to say so. I appreciated someone who wasn’t playing head games on me. We agreed to meet in the lobby of the hotel where was staying, and if after 10 minutes we’d either go up to his room or I’d leave.
I drove to the wrong hotel at first, had to call him and ask him for directions. I was only a few blocks away. I drove to his hotel, and wouldn’t you know, another fucking Holiday Inn Express! (What is it about that fucking hotel and me anyway?????) I parked right in front, which afterwards I thought wasn’t probably a great idea since my car is so recognizable. How would I explain why I was there?? I decided that if anyone asked, I’d turn the question on them. What were YOU doing here?
I put on some fresh lipstick, checked the mirror, and breathed to myself, “here we go”. I thought I dressed cute, leggings, my Uggs, and a cute short skirt. I walked into the lobby, looked around sheepishly, wondering for just a moment what the hell was I doing?? Where did I get my cajones? I didn’t see anyone that resembled the guy in the pic, and felt stares of astonishment on the few faces I encountered. Guess that says more about me....astonished I was here. I saw a small sitting area with a smallish big-screen TV with the news on. I decided to sit down and collect myself.
He texted me, “are you here?” and I wrote back, “yes, in the lobby”, then, “watching the news”. He texted me, “anything interesting?” and while I was texting back an answer, there he was. I had been staring at my phone and didn’t see him enter the room. I looked up, and he looked just like his picture. Pale blue sweater-shirt, expensive-looking jeans, a sexy belt and a nice, warm smile. I still didn’t feel any attraction. We exchanged pleasantries and sat down. It was awkward, and I said so. I liked being able to say so. We had agreed on 10 minutes. We weren’t going to waste each other’s time.
As we sat there, I found myself looking at his crotch and imagining his cock beneath that zipper. I realized my groin was tingling and my breathing was quicker. I wondered if he liked me. I wondered how I was going to feel about myself later, but decided to think about that later. I don’t remember a single thing we said to one another those awkward ten minutes, but I felt safe. He made me laugh. I’d made up my mind.
Abruptly, I said, shocking myself, “Hmm, well, it’s 11, I have to be at the airport myself at 11:30. We’d better get going if we’re going to have any time together.” He smiled and said, “Ok then!” and we both got up and walked to the elevator, and got in. I was nervous, and I said so, giggling. He giggled back, and grabbed my hand as the elevator bell "dinged" and the doors opened. We stepped out, hand-in-hand, and he led me down the hall to his room. A maid passed by us and nodded pleasantly and we both meekly said "hi", then snickered at the thought she might think we were a married couple. Hardly. We were about to become fuck-buddies, and we'd just met ten minutes ago.
The door slowly shut, and he bounced onto the bed and laid on his back, hands behind his head. "Come here!" he commanded with a smile and a laugh, and I smiled at him, kicking off my Uggs. I was undressing him with my eyes as I undressed myself.
I couldn't wait to get him out of those jeans.
Some guys looking for a NSA (no strings attached) hook-up post pictures of their penises. Yes, their penises. As if any woman really gives a flying fuck how big it is. Come on, do guys really think that we’d choose a guy solely over penis size? Hmmm, line ‘em all up, one next to the other, cover their faces and I’ll pick the biggest one? Seriously? It just cracks me up. Cuz I’m just the girl they’re looking for, and they’re scaring me away showing me their penises.
It’s cuz guys are visual creatures. They aren’t too far from their Neanderthal ancestors. All they have to do is see a pair of nipples and they’re ready to go. It doesn’t even take actual nudity for my husband to get an erection, and I’d say he’s like most guys. Last week we were sitting in a dark, sensual bar having apple martinis and chicken satay, overlooking a busy intersection. From our 2nd story window perch, a Victoria’s Secret sat directly across. Several times he had to stop himself in mid-talk to comment on how the torso-only mannequin wearing nothing but a red, lacy thong kept distracting him. Jeez.
The guy that I’ll choose to reply to won’t be the one who’s member I’ve already seen. It will be the guy who posts a face picture of himself, or more likely, a body photo with the face blacked out. I understand that privacy and discreetness is an absolute must, and I never show my face. That’s all I need is for my teenage son to come home from school and say, “Mom, my friend Carlos said he saw a picture of you on Craigslist looking for a boy-toy. Is that true?” I shudder to think it could happen, if I’m not careful.
Placing an ad for a sexual partner is so so much fun. I highly recommend it for any woman, whether or not you are actually looking for a cheap one-night stand. Just post a sexy picture of yourself, and post an ad saying you are a lonely, passionate woman looking for someone to frolic with for one night. Let me tell you, it will do wonders for your self-esteem. The first time I placed an ad, I had over 200+ replies from horny men that very first day! I had so much fun reading their replies, which varied tremendously. “Pick me, I’ll send you to heaven”. “My dick is 7-1/2 inches long and I can fuck you all night”. “How big are your boobs? I can only get hard if you’re a DD”. I remember sitting in a cheesy diner eating greasy french fries, stuffing them into my mouth while I clicked one response after another on my laptop keyboard. Some sent yet more pictures of their penises, as if the first one wasn’t good enough to get me to write them back. I’d emphasize in my ad, “Face pics only”, but it’s amazing how many guys can’t read. Seeing how many horny, available men wanted me sexually gave me a bigger smile than fitting into a size 3 pair of skinny jeans (which I wear).
I had so many responses it was virtually impossible to keep them all straight. Out of the 200+, I’d say maybe 10 were candidates for keepers. I deleted the unwanteds immediately so I could keep better track of them. I was able to narrow it down to the oooo you seem delicious vs. the absolutely-not-if-you-were-the-last-guy-on-earth-would-I-fuck-yous.
Guys always, always want stats. It must be a guy thing. It’s not enough to watch a football game, guys have to know exactly how many yards the field goal kick was (who gives a fuck? He got the 3 points, didn’t he?) and what the total rushing yards were. So you have to tell them. Age, height, weight, cup size. And it doesn’t do any good to lie, or even fudge it a little, cuz we’re talking this is someone I plan on getting naked with. There’s really little chance of me looking like Giselle Bundchen by the end of the week. One thing I’ve learned from my Craigslist exploration, is that there’s truly someone for everyone, or should I say, a turn-on for everyone. Big, short, little, fat, skinny, blonde hair, brown hair, purple hair, tattoos, piercings (or not), married, cheating, swinging or lonely, there is someone out there that will be attracted to you just the way you are. I’d say it’s good practice for most women. Stop trying to be what you think a guy wants and start being who you really are.
So, I tell the truth. I’m married. Yes, my husband knows I’m writing you. I’m short, a bit curvy, and I’m not 20 anymore. I am in great physical shape, I'm a runner and have very little body fat. I take care of my looks, but I've never had lipo or botox or any plastic surgery. I look half my age. No, I’m not into anal, thank you, and I won’t be bringing my best girlfriend with me for a threesome. I am somebody’s mother, somebody’s wife, somebody’s daughter, and I’m not looking for Mr. Goodbar, and I don’t want to end up like her. I have to feel safe with you and know I will have a good time and still make it to pick up my children from school on time instead of the morgue.
From those top ten or so hot guys that are clamoring for me and more pics of me, I respond in kind. First an e-mail to let them know that I am interested in them, then wait for a 2nd response from them. Usually it arrives before I’ve even sent an email to my 2nd choice. These guys must sit at home on their computers all day long looking for sex, and when their fishing pole gets a bite, they tug and tug and try not to let it get away. I love being the fish.
The guys that actually send me a face pic are the ones that I’ll eventually choose from. One guy had a totally hot Abercrombie model body, I got wet just looking at it. But his face pic was not to my liking. Sorry, dude, but I just wasn’t feeling it. I can see why he spent so much time at the gym. God didn’t grace him in the looks department but that didn’t mean he was a slouch. I’m sure if he’d posted a penis pic first it wouldn’t have helped his case.
The bigger the city you’re looking in, the more guys will be looking for you to have sex with, it’s that simple. WHICH MEANS--the more hot guys there are to choose from! My favorite city so far has been the LA Craigslist. OH MY GOD. Especially near the big colleges. OOO la la. Where I live, the pickings are slimmer, but it’s like shopping at the mall. Some stores you go in, some you just walk by, and some drag you in even though you swore you weren’t going to go in there, but always glad you did.
After the email, and after the face pic is sent and I’ve decided this is a cute guy I could actually get involved with, I send a picture of myself, face and all. I have a few sexy pics of myself tucked away for just this reason, pics my hubby has taken in our more fun and intimate nights. (He enjoys sharing them and sharing me, but more on that another time).
Of all the responses I’ve sent, I’ve only had one nasty retort from some guy whose ego I obviously bruised. He called me a grandma and that my boobs were saggy and other mean things that were hard to stomach. I pouted for a few days, then my hubby encouraged me to keep on my search and I’d feel better. He was right.
The last guy I actually arranged to meet, and did, was a sexy young pilot ( 29) who was going to be in town for a quick turnaround and was looking for some action in between flights. I was responding to HIS ad this time, not the other way around. He posted a body pic, and had nice muscles but not too many (I hate bodybuilders). I thought to myself, hmmm, a pilot? I’ve never had a pilot! And I had had LOTS of fantasies about pilots! I love the uniform. I love the hat. I love the thought of them in control of those enormous jets, and being smart enough to understand all those little buttons, switches, and knobs. Smart, and sexy. Hmmm. Yes, he moved up to number one status. He sent back a couple of face pics, and honestly I wasn’t impressed. Not my type. Blonde and not bad-boyish enough looking. Not pretty enough, no tattoos, no pierced lip, hair too short. He didn’t give up though.
We exchanged yahoo messenger addresses and agreed to chat later that night, after the kids went to bed. And that is where he hooked me in.
I had actually been IM’ing another prospect at the same time I was chatting with Sean, the pilot. He was younger than Sean, 24, and all he wanted to do was talk about the sex we were going to have. He was blunt and obnoxious and I started to feel offended. And believe me, it takes a LOT to offend me. I noticed I wasn’t writing him back as quickly as I was writing Sean back. Sean made me laugh. He was self-deprecating, which was ironic considering that ad he’d placed on Craigslist looking for a whore-of-the-moment. While Jake was telling me how he was going to lick my anus (LOL, NOT!) Sean was telling me how beautiful I looked in my pic, and how he was going to start by kissing me on the neck. Now, who do you think got the date with me??
So, I did something I don’t normally do, and didn’t discount him based on looks. Yes, he had a nice body, but usually when you’re having sex with someone, their face is there too LOL I just wasn’t feeling the attraction physically but thought, what the hell. Let’s see where this goes.
I gave him my cell phone number, and he texted me. We didn’t really talk about sex so much as our schedules. HIs flight schedule, when he’d land, when he’d be back in my area, and whether or not we had the same intentions. We didn’t talk about our families, our favorite foods or our likes and dislikes in movies. We got to the point and stopped texting. It wasn’t romantic, we weren’t falling in love, we weren’t getting to know each other. We were merely trying to see if mating was in our forecast.
And I still wasn’t sure the night before we were supposed to get together. He sensed it, and decided to call me. He had a nice voice, and had the same self-deprecating way about him that I had to admit attracted me. He was honest; straight-forward and blunt about whether or not he wanted to meet me. I was nervous, and it was refreshing to be able to say so. I appreciated someone who wasn’t playing head games on me. We agreed to meet in the lobby of the hotel where was staying, and if after 10 minutes we’d either go up to his room or I’d leave.
I drove to the wrong hotel at first, had to call him and ask him for directions. I was only a few blocks away. I drove to his hotel, and wouldn’t you know, another fucking Holiday Inn Express! (What is it about that fucking hotel and me anyway?????) I parked right in front, which afterwards I thought wasn’t probably a great idea since my car is so recognizable. How would I explain why I was there?? I decided that if anyone asked, I’d turn the question on them. What were YOU doing here?
I put on some fresh lipstick, checked the mirror, and breathed to myself, “here we go”. I thought I dressed cute, leggings, my Uggs, and a cute short skirt. I walked into the lobby, looked around sheepishly, wondering for just a moment what the hell was I doing?? Where did I get my cajones? I didn’t see anyone that resembled the guy in the pic, and felt stares of astonishment on the few faces I encountered. Guess that says more about me....astonished I was here. I saw a small sitting area with a smallish big-screen TV with the news on. I decided to sit down and collect myself.
He texted me, “are you here?” and I wrote back, “yes, in the lobby”, then, “watching the news”. He texted me, “anything interesting?” and while I was texting back an answer, there he was. I had been staring at my phone and didn’t see him enter the room. I looked up, and he looked just like his picture. Pale blue sweater-shirt, expensive-looking jeans, a sexy belt and a nice, warm smile. I still didn’t feel any attraction. We exchanged pleasantries and sat down. It was awkward, and I said so. I liked being able to say so. We had agreed on 10 minutes. We weren’t going to waste each other’s time.
As we sat there, I found myself looking at his crotch and imagining his cock beneath that zipper. I realized my groin was tingling and my breathing was quicker. I wondered if he liked me. I wondered how I was going to feel about myself later, but decided to think about that later. I don’t remember a single thing we said to one another those awkward ten minutes, but I felt safe. He made me laugh. I’d made up my mind.
Abruptly, I said, shocking myself, “Hmm, well, it’s 11, I have to be at the airport myself at 11:30. We’d better get going if we’re going to have any time together.” He smiled and said, “Ok then!” and we both got up and walked to the elevator, and got in. I was nervous, and I said so, giggling. He giggled back, and grabbed my hand as the elevator bell "dinged" and the doors opened. We stepped out, hand-in-hand, and he led me down the hall to his room. A maid passed by us and nodded pleasantly and we both meekly said "hi", then snickered at the thought she might think we were a married couple. Hardly. We were about to become fuck-buddies, and we'd just met ten minutes ago.
The door slowly shut, and he bounced onto the bed and laid on his back, hands behind his head. "Come here!" he commanded with a smile and a laugh, and I smiled at him, kicking off my Uggs. I was undressing him with my eyes as I undressed myself.
I couldn't wait to get him out of those jeans.
Lover Number 22
Hello all you sexy people out there! I haven't been able to finish the post I started, call it a mental block if you will. Lots of emotion wrapped up in that true tale so I thought instead I'd tell you all what I've been up to this week.
The well has run dry here in this little town I live in, so hubby and I posted a CraigsList ad to find a potential boytoy for me. OMG how fun that has been! I totally recommend it. I cropped a sexy pic of myself to make sure my face isn't shown, and made my ad as descriptive as I needed it to be to attract the kind of guy I was looking for. My e-mail box became quite busy with responses, and it's been about 3 weeks since I posted it and I'm still getting responses. See, the ads run for 30 days unless you pull them. I'm having too much fun fishing for sexy guys to consider pulling the ad! It's so funny, I got enough penis pics to last me a lifetime! Do guys really think women choose bedmates that way?? Well, I certainly am not THAT hard up. Can you imagine the conversation? "nice penis, long enough, stiff enough, and his face is ugly and he's 800 pounds but yeah, nice dick, I'll choose him". I mean come on guys! Women are more complicated than that. We have to like looking at you. So, anyone who just sent in a penis pic got deleted immediately. (even if they were beautiful penises, and they all were).
So, of all the face pics, and I'd say there were over 50, i liked two. Yes, only two. Guess I'm picky. I can afford to be after all, I AM happily married. So, people, I'm getting sex regularly, I'm not going to choose someone to share my marital bed by penis size! GOD help me if I ever get that desperate!
Ok, so of the two, one guy is so delicious looking we've been chatting online. He is scrumptious, and everything I'm looking for in a boytoy, and I'm meeting him this week. I can't wait! We haven't spoken much, just the basics, like what am I looking for, what do I like in bed? And sending pics of ourselves back and forth, each time the pictures showing more skin and less fabric.
My husband is out of town on business, and meeting D. is his idea. It turns him on to think of me with another man, and I'm happy to fulfill his fantasies.
I plan on wearing a sexy sundress and no panties, just in case we like each other and want it to go further. He lives in an apartment with roommates, oh, and did I mention he's half my age?? He said he works nights as a bartender and his roommates are gone during the day, so we can have the place to ourselves. I have my condom stash and keep a few in the little zipper section in my purse just for those moments.
He'd be my 22nd lover. Yes, I'm counting. My husband was my 12th on the day we married.
I've been busy.
And I've never, EVER cheated on my husband.
I'll let you know what happens.
Anna XO
The well has run dry here in this little town I live in, so hubby and I posted a CraigsList ad to find a potential boytoy for me. OMG how fun that has been! I totally recommend it. I cropped a sexy pic of myself to make sure my face isn't shown, and made my ad as descriptive as I needed it to be to attract the kind of guy I was looking for. My e-mail box became quite busy with responses, and it's been about 3 weeks since I posted it and I'm still getting responses. See, the ads run for 30 days unless you pull them. I'm having too much fun fishing for sexy guys to consider pulling the ad! It's so funny, I got enough penis pics to last me a lifetime! Do guys really think women choose bedmates that way?? Well, I certainly am not THAT hard up. Can you imagine the conversation? "nice penis, long enough, stiff enough, and his face is ugly and he's 800 pounds but yeah, nice dick, I'll choose him". I mean come on guys! Women are more complicated than that. We have to like looking at you. So, anyone who just sent in a penis pic got deleted immediately. (even if they were beautiful penises, and they all were).
So, of all the face pics, and I'd say there were over 50, i liked two. Yes, only two. Guess I'm picky. I can afford to be after all, I AM happily married. So, people, I'm getting sex regularly, I'm not going to choose someone to share my marital bed by penis size! GOD help me if I ever get that desperate!
Ok, so of the two, one guy is so delicious looking we've been chatting online. He is scrumptious, and everything I'm looking for in a boytoy, and I'm meeting him this week. I can't wait! We haven't spoken much, just the basics, like what am I looking for, what do I like in bed? And sending pics of ourselves back and forth, each time the pictures showing more skin and less fabric.
My husband is out of town on business, and meeting D. is his idea. It turns him on to think of me with another man, and I'm happy to fulfill his fantasies.
I plan on wearing a sexy sundress and no panties, just in case we like each other and want it to go further. He lives in an apartment with roommates, oh, and did I mention he's half my age?? He said he works nights as a bartender and his roommates are gone during the day, so we can have the place to ourselves. I have my condom stash and keep a few in the little zipper section in my purse just for those moments.
He'd be my 22nd lover. Yes, I'm counting. My husband was my 12th on the day we married.
I've been busy.
And I've never, EVER cheated on my husband.
I'll let you know what happens.
Anna XO
Saturday, February 27, 2010
The Things I Did in Room 123
The Things I Did in Room 123
I was sitting on the hotel bed, checking my Facebook account when the familiar tri-note jingle on my cell phone signaled a text message. Before I even looked at it, I knew who it was from. Mickey. I had flown 800 miles to see him, and last night he’d flaked out on me. Same old flakey Mickey. Never calls when he says he will, doesn’t show up when he says he will, changes his mind at the last minute, and he’s notorious for making promises he has no intentions of keeping. But there it was, the sound I’d been waiting for; my heart began to pound excitedly in my chest. I gasped and immediately wondered, was it going to say, “I can’t see you”, or “I’m on my way”? I grabbed my cell phone as fast as I could and nearly knocked it off the bed. “What room number?” was all it said, underneath the name, “Mickey”, in bold print. I felt my whole body smile and lighten as I realized he was really coming to see me!
Three long years of waiting coming to an end. Three long years since we’d seen each other; he had moved away and I had finally given up looking for his car around town. We had kept in touch off and on; his texts would usually come in the middle of the night, desperate, reaching out to me. I always loved hearing from him. I’d wash my car, and wonder if I’d see him drive up. At the store he used to work at; I’d secretly pray he’d suddenly be there, back in his uniform again just like he used to. Giving me hugs in the produce department. Grocery shopping just hasn’t been the same since Mickey left. So much hasn’t been the same since he left.
I couldn’t get a room at the hotel I had wanted to stay in. The one I wanted was completely booked; some sort of IT convention in town. Jeez, I was stuck at a Holiday Inn Express. No offense, Holiday Inn people, but it really was a piece of shit hotel in comparison. No room service, workers hammering away at all hours. It had all the charm of a pair of flip flops compared to a pair of Jimmy Choos. The room was so dinky and blaise in decor. No convenient little refrigerator with those cute little bottles of liquor. I’d chug one right now if there were any, I thought. Oh well, I was just glad to have a place to stay, since Mickey hadn’t invited me to stay with him.
I texted him back, simply, “123”. I stared at the phone, waiting for confirmation from him when he would actually be here. You never know with him. Yesterday he kept me waiting all day and never came through. That was Mickey. If you asked me what it was about him that made me keep coming back for more, I couldn’t tell you. Yes, he was good-looking, yes, he was sexy and good in bed, but that was about it. We weren’t really friends, we weren’t close, in fact I realize I don’t really know him very well at all. He is very good at keeping me and everyone else who cares about him at more than arm-distance length. The only way to be close to Mickey is to be physically close to him. And that’s what I’m here for. To get physically close to him once again.
“Doo-dle-doo”, another text beckons. “Going to shower and then on my way”, MIckey wrote. Oh my God, he’s really coming here! Time to get ready!!
Thankfully I’d already showered and hair and make-up done. It was just a matter of finding the right thing to wear. This was going to be difficult; I had on a great sexy dress last night with gorgeous heels to match. Damn that’s what I wanted him to see me in after the long dry spell apart! Now what?? And I hadn’t planned on seeing him in the middle of the day. I planned on drinks and dinner, going to a club or something fun, getting some time together in public to get re-acquainted, not sitting on a crappy hotel bed. He told me to be naked: somehow, after all the time apart, I felt too vulnerable to be naked. Damn! I should’ve gotten some wine. Maybe he’ll bring a bottle?
I tried on every piece of lingerie I’d brought. I wondered if I should’ve brought a particular skanky outfit I’d purposely left at home. Dammit! I was going for sexy, not skanky. Maybe I should’ve gone for skanky?! I quickly decided on a cute matching red bra and boy-brief panty set I’d chosen just for this man. Appealing without being whorish.
A few spritzes of my favorite perfume, a quick application of sexy, mint-flavored lip gloss, and I was ready. I’d actually been getting ready for about a month; with tanning, running 4 miles a day and getting my hair high-lighted. What I didn’t realize then was I’d failed to get emotionally ready.
It didn’t help that I was hungover from the night before. While Mickey kept me waiting, I had 3 lemon drop martinis, two beers, and two vodka tonics in three different bars. His infrequent texts alluded to him joining me at some point during the evening; by 11 pm, I’d given up and went back to my room. Horny and drunk and more than disappointed. Was he really at work like he said he was, or was he uncertain about seeing me? Who the hell knew. Mickey was an accomplished liar. He made sure he always protected himself first.
I fell asleep and didn’t hear my cell phone chime well-past midnight. I’d practically passed out, exhausted and frustrated. I had only one more day to spend with him and I was losing hope of him coming through with his promise to see me. “I’ll come by as early as possible”, the text said, followed by another: “I’ll text you when I wake.” I was ecstatic reading this upon wakening this morning; my head throbbing from the alcohol and excitement.
.........to be continued..........
The excitement builds
Hello there everyone! I'm a nearly 20-year happily married housewife with kids who has been in the swinging lifestyle for over 5 years now. We've had some pretty wild escapades, and I think daily, "jeez, if our family or friends had any idea what goes on behind closed doors, they'd never speak to us again!" And on the same hand, I'm sure that the earful I'd give them would liven up their own sex lives! So, I decided this morning to go ahead and share our experiences, good and bad, sexy and erotic, all of it, here with you.
I hope you enjoy it all.
NaughtyAnna
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