Hot sex with New Guy!

I had fun with New Guy yesterday. Yes! New Guy! Who I keep saying I need to give him a name, but then I lose interest in him and we have this lull where we don't contact each other anymore, and then he pops back. So, he will just continue to be New Guy. I can't seem to come up with a better nickname for him. Maybe something will occur to me while I write this.

So Blondie has been super attentive, but let's face it--he's five hours away and we all know he WILL dump me again bc he's done it twice already. I swear I have PTSD every time he messages me bc I'm literally always on alert for that "I can't talk to you anymore, I'm "pursuing" this new chick" text that WILL COME EVENTUALLY. I am really only a place mark, a true "in-between" girl until somebody better comes along. And by better, I mean half my age and single and available who can see him every day and play video games and go out on dates. I can't do those things bc I'm married, and that's fine. I like the arrangement we have--the same arrangement I have with all my guys. But I have to be careful not to get attached.

So it makes perfect sense to keep seeing other guys and not put all my hooks into Blondie, right? And New Guy started messaging me a few days ago, actually asking me questions about the band and how was life treating me, etc. Instead of his usual, "sup", and "wanna hang out?" It was nice. So I went over there. And it was awesome--our best yet.

See, I have this theory about the way men have sex. Some fuck, and some make love. Guys who just "fuck" don't care if you cum; it's all about them. It's a sexual act that mainly focuses on THEIR pleasure. Blondie makes love. New Guy fucks. And when I tell you the way he fucked me yesterday, you'll see how he transformed himself into a guy who "makes love". If you read my blog consistently, you'll see the difference in the guys I've been with. Here's my unofficial list off the top of my head:

Men who "fuck":

1. Abercrombie
2. New Guy
3. Asian Stripper Boy
4. Freckles
5. Most random hook-ups

Men who "make love"

1. My husband
2. Blondie
3.Jordan
4. HH
5. Hot Lips

And yesterday New Guy went from column one to column two.

I entered his apartment, and like always, it's dark and I can't see anything. The smell of pot is apparent though not overwhelming. New Guy is always in bed waiting for me, his TV on, and he's usually dressed. This time he was already naked, and as my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I feasted on his already hard cock as he greeted me, sprawled out on his bed. I smiled and he got up and kissed me hello, a juicy deep kiss and then proceeded to peel off my clothes one item at a time. Being that it was 14 degrees out,  I had a lot of layers on and we laughed how long it was taking to get me naked! Finally everything was off but my socks, which were over my leggings and stuck, so I sat on the edge of his bed to get them off and he came up behind me and straddled me. He pressed his body up against mine, and I could feel his hard cock up against my lower back, but what he did next was unexpected and wonderful.

He's a big guy, six-four like my hubby, but not as skinny, he's not fat but just big, and like my hubby, has big hands. And New Guy took those big warm hands of his and caressed my arms up and down, slowly and lovingly, warming me up, kissing my neck from behind as he did so. I was like WHOA THIS IS SO NICE!!!!! I melted into him, just enjoying the feeling of his caress and his warm body up against mine. I closed my eyes and just let him adore me.

I asked him, "So, do we need a condom?" He answered that it was "up to me". I said, "well it depends! I'm clean but who've YOU been fucking?" I was referring to his ex-girlfriend who he fucked a few months ago who gave him chlamydia!!! He laughed and said, "nobody really". I said,"nobody REALLY or NOBODY??" he said, "nobody" I said, "GOOD. You should just fuck ME." He agreed and we both laughed.

Then he pulled me astride him from our sitting position, and laid back down with me on top of him. He didn't seem as interested in sex as he was cuddling and being touched. It was really nice and unexpected! Those big hands were just everywhere on my small frame; he wasn't grabby at all. Suddenly everything he did was done slowly and affectionately. Up and down my arms, up and over my stomach (which I hate my stomach being touched), and my breasts. Instead of grabbing them he cupped them and brought them to his face--nose first he buried his face into my cleavage, coming up for air to suck my nipples, then moved me down and put his stiff cock between them and fucked them. I love the way he takes charge; he moves me where he wants me. I never have to ask or wonder, "what should we do now?" Then he gently pushed my head down to his cock for me to suck it. I gave it all the attention I wanted to, and he played with my hair and moaned while I pleasured him.

We didn't have much time together; we had less than an hour. We were squeezing in an hour to see each other, which I thought was super hot. And since he's usually a guy that "fucks", we're usually done in an hour anyways so to me it was perfect. Fuck each other and I get to go home. No emotion, just sex.

It was interesting how he kept talking to me off and on--like every time we switched positions he asked me something. I can't remember what about now--but I know we mostly talk about music and our bands. He's never been this interested in me before! Then I rose up from giving him awesome BJ and positioned myself so his dick slid right into me, his hands on my ass, I fucked him hard, until he lifted me off to keep himself from coming. We did this a couple times, then he rolled me off of him and played with my clit, trying to make me cum. He hasn't yet; he tries but it hasn't happened. I will need much more time to show him how to make me cum sometime. (Next time!) He would talk to me during it all!

Suddenly my legs are in the air and he's on top of me, fingering me again, and then he opens my vagina up, kisses me deeply and slowly inserts his cock in me. I love the way he does that; he doesn't just shove it in, he always uses his fingers to get me ready and open me up. He fucked me hard and then stopped himself again so he wouldn't come too fast. Flipping me over again, he whispered, "you on top". And being on top I got to set the pace so we fucked hard at first, and then I whispered back, "slowly", and fucked him slowly, which is MY favorite, and he came. Afterwards, we just laid there for a bit, he laughed and said how awesome that was and that he wished he didn't have to go to work and I could stay longer. I said "me too", although it was actually a lie; I like to go home when we're done and be alone.

I rolled off of him and laid in the crook of his underarm and we chatted for a bit. He wanted to talk about Trump's speech (he's a huge Trump fan and he knows I'm not) so we did. And it was lively and fun as always, and then he had to get up and get ready for work.

He jumped in the shower and left the door open and was chatting the whole time. I have never seen him so engaging with me. He was gregarious and happy and silly, not at all the depressed guy he often. He was more like Blondie--very outgoing and chatty and just so happy, it was a super nice change. I felt energized being around him instead of the usual "ugh you're half my age! You have your whole life ahead of you!" I don't know what's changed with him but it was wonderful.

He got out of the shower and as he was drying off, I was getting dressed, and I was just outside the bathroom door watching him. It seemed so intimate compared to what we usually do together (just fuck and go home). I got to see his whole "get ready" routine, which included cologne and tooth-brushing and it was just so fun to watch him. He had no self-consciousness whatsoever around me.
I watched him dry off (super hot!) and get dressed, and the best part was the ball cap he put on backwards. I just stared at him while he chatted away, thinking, mmmmm I think I'm smitten!! He looked younger and healthier than I'd ever seen him. He was certainly happier. He said I was a "saint" for "putting up with him." I said simply, "I think you're adorable." He laughed as if that couldn't possibly be true and said, "YOU'RE the adorable one."

Then he asked me if I'd mind if he smoked before he went to work (what am I, his mother???) and I said "of course not". He doesn't drink, hasn't in years, but has told me before that he's "always high". He sat down on the living room couch, and apologized for the mess. I said jokingly how it's apparent two bachelors live here. He said his roommate's a slob and he gets tired of doing all the picking up. Then he picked up something that looked like an hypodermic needle but it was quite large, almost looked like a toy one you'd get to go with a Halloween costume. He explained as he got ready to use it what it was; he was doing something called "pot wax" which I'd seen on an Instagram post of a friend of my daughter's once and it horrified and terrified me. I'd never heard of such a thing. How ironic I had sex with a guy who does this. He demonstrated how he uses it, how it's "pure THC" (which I've heard is the opposite of medicinal marijuana?) He lit a small little tin with a lighter, used the hypodermic-needle looking thing and inhaled from the little tin. He asked if it bothered me and I said no, it didn't, and it really didn't, this was HIS life, and he's not my boyfriend. He can do what he wants, and he seems to function well high. He said again, "you're a saint to put up with me". He was done lickety-split and walked around looking for his keys. I got my two jackets on, and my hat and gloves and had my keys in my hand, and he led me out, down the stairs to the garage where I was parked just in front of it. He opened the garage door and walked me to my car, commenting on how cute it is and teased it for not handling well in the snow. I said it's the driver not the car LOL

And then in front of God and anyone who could've seen us, he kissed me a sweet kiss goodbye and told me to "drive careful" at least twice. As we walked to our separate cars, he wished me a good rest of my day. He really seemed so much more engaged with me than I've ever seen him.

Next time I definitely think I'll want to stay longer ;)

Indescribably delicious

I just got home after dropping Blondie off at his apartment.

I have to write this all down so I don't forget anything.

And yes, it was A M A Z I N G.

Sigh.

He's literally loading everything he owns into a small driveable U-Haul as I write this and moving five hours away tomorrow morning.

He's made a mess of his life. He's moving back in with his mom with his proverbial tail between his legs.

Over the course of the last couple of weeks he apparently pissed off his girlfriend, went to Mexico on vacation with a group of friends, then lipped off to his boss which got him fired. Which rendered him homeless, since he worked maintenance at an apartment complex and got a reduced rent there. He had moved out of his old place two months ago to get a bigger place in the same complex with his girlfriend but she (apparently) kicked him out. In addition, he got a DUI in May when he got in a wreck so there's that. So he is jobless and car-less and homeless, and moving in with his mother and his step-dad for "least a year" to get his shit together. "Maybe go back to school".

So he'd announced his plans to move on a Facebook post yesterday (leaving out the "pissing off" everyone part). It must've been shocking to his friends bc last I looked, he'd had about 53 likes and sad faces and hearts and about 25 comments or more from well-wishers. He's made announcements like this before but never with a target date, so I knew he was serious. I also was privy to the fact that he was in a desperate situation bc he'd written me a few days ago asking if I would take his beloved cat while he looked for a place to live. And just as my hubby and I were discussing how we'd make that work, Blondie wrote me he was going to "try to make it work" with his ex-GF and so I wouldn't need to take his kitty after all. Raise me up and drop me, that's Blondie's MO. My BFF said, "what a douche!!!" But I know him better. He's not a douche. He's a hot mess, he doesn't know what he wants and so he's just grabbing onto anything that will stick. He's got a huge heart and hates more than anything to let anyone down, let alone hurt someone, but the truth is, he ends up hurting everyone including himself. He didn't end up with many options I guess.

I knew I had to see him and say goodbye. Five hours away might as well be five states, or five countries away as far as I was concerned. So I wrote him and asked if he was really moving and he responded right away, "yes I am". I told him I had something for him, and he responded by asking me "are YOU the gift??" with a wink emoticon. I couldn't believe it! Was he actually flirting with me?? I mean, this is the guy I've rarely spoken to for over a year because he "can't talk to me anymore". I felt myself getting excited and my hopes up. We messaged back and forth and he finally asked me if I could pick him up at 10 am.

I think you know the answer to that question!!!!

He confirmed this morning around 9:15, which honestly still surprised me, bc he's known for being a super big flake. I gave it less than a 50% chance we'd really see each other today. I expected him to say he had too much to do, blah blah blah, but he didn't.

I was sooo nervous. I looked back on these posts before I left to see when was the last time I'd seen him. Dec. 8, 2016. More than a year ago. And although we're Facebook friends and have had some communication here and there, it's been very infrequent, so seeing him today, let alone having sex with him gave me butterflies! So much time had passed, and yet another girlfriend fiasco.What if I wasn't attracted to him anymore? I had told my BFF that looking at his pics online I felt warm towards him but my lady bits weren't really tingly.

Maybe I just needed to see him in person.

*******

I wanted to chug a couple of vanilla vodka shots but I had to drive. I really could've used some liquid courage. I drove up to his apartment, saw the U-Haul, and parked across from it. And I was just putting the car into gear when I saw him hurrying in the cold to my car, and he got in. We were all smiles. We grabbed each other in a huge bear hug and didn't let go. He looked absolutely the same to me. Super long blonde mane with a black knit hat, those blue eyes behind dorky, broken black glasses that he pointed out to me later he'd super-glued in one spot. A sexy few days' ginger stubble.

Finally we parted, and I said, "I just can't believe you're really sitting here in my car!" He agreed. We talked about how long it had been--I didn't divulge the exact date--but we agreed it had been way too long.

As I drove us back to my house, he told me about his upcoming move, how he got to this point. The remark to his boss (he didn't say what it was), the break-up with the GF (he shared no details) having literally nowhere to go but his mother's, which was not exactly what he had planned for himself. He has the realization that he caused all of this. He is the common denominator. Later on when the opportunity presented itself, I said to him how he must not really want (these things) or he wouldn't sabotage them. He said about us, "we could've gone so far". Um yep we could have Blondie. You stopped it. NOT me.

On the drive to my house he commented on my cute car, how it's "so me". I currently have reindeer antlers in the windows and a red puffy "nose" on the hood grill, and I was telling him I should design  Minnie Mouse ears for each window and a red bow for the hood. He smiled and said, "you so should!!!!" and then he got quiet and I looked at him again, and he said, "I tried to be your Mickey".

LUMP IN THROAT!!!!!! WHAT DID HE JUST SAY????!!!!! HE TRIED TO BE MY MICKEY??!
WHAT DID THIS MEAN????!! OH MY GOD!!

I couldn't even react. I didn't say anything. The words just hung in the air as if they were big fluffy snowflakes drifting sideways. I took his hand in mine and squeezed it. I felt an electric shock go through me.

Finally I pulled my car into my garage, and he went bounding into the house like a puppy. He kicked off his shoes and my dog ran over to him to say hi. He excitedly said his name and gave my dog affection. Then he saw one of my cats on the back of the couch, went over to her and addressed her by name too, and pet her lovingly. He remembered their names. I thought that was sweet.

It was a little awkward, and I honestly wasn't sure he wanted sex! Nor did I! I had my guard up. I didn't want to start liking him too much again. I was so glad how I really had gotten over him completely. Well, maybe I hadn't, because I'm the one that reached out to HIM to "say goodbye".

I mostly felt a longing for him. I was excited but sad at the same time, because so much time had passed, and he was moving! It was almost like, "why are we doing this? What's the point??" The chemistry was definitely very much there.He seemed very distracted by his thoughts, moving and all, so I started with asking him if I could get him anything. He said he was fine. I had a few things I had gotten him (souvenirs) I'd never given him so I suggested we go into the kitchen and I gave them to him. I told him laughingly that it seemed every time I'd gotten him something, he would write me and say he couldn't talk to me bc he had this new GF so it seemed they were bad luck charms! His face got sad and he looked down and said, "I'm so sorry", and I said lightly, "that's ok". I made a joke of it. He loved them though. He seemed very moved.

I told him how I noticed in his Facebook pics of his trip to Mexico, he's wearing the tank top I got him so long ago. He said excitedly, "That's my favorite shirt!!!" We both beamed.

We awkwardly stood in the kitchen looking at each other, smiling, and he was kind of floating and twirling around, and I finally said, "what do you want to do?" He said, "ANYTHING!! I'm up for anything!" and he came over and hugged me tightly, and I felt his hard dick pressed up against me as he held me. He pulled away slightly and began to kiss me deeply. Mmmm it was delish. Then he let go and skipped down the hall towards the staircase, and pointed up with a devilish grin, his eyebrows asking me, "can we go up here??" I laughed and followed him. I reminded him of when he was on crutches and leapt up and down them previously. He smiled at the memory and said, "oh YEAH!!! I REMEMBER THAT!!!" He stopped at the top of the stairs to pet my other cat, and it was so cute how he remembered his name too.

He made a bee-line into my bedroom next, and plopped himself down on my bed like he owned it. Fully clothed. I said I had to get the ambiance "just right" and he joked, "ABSOLUTELY!!" I lit a candle and looked for a playlist on my phone, and turned on the bluetooth speaker. I told him how I was going to buy him tickets to his favorite group Odesa for his birthday but he went back to his girlfriend so I didn't buy them. He said, "oh my god were you going to take me??" I said, "Of course! They were playing in Madison the day before your birthday!" He put his arm across his face and said, "oh my god, wow, really? sigh". Yep Blondie, you missed out.

He beckoned me, "come over here!" and I obeyed. I laid down next to him; he put his arms around me and just hugged me again. So tightly. And hugging led to kissing, and next his hand was slowly caressing my leg, my butt, my back, every part of me. Like I was a Ferrari, you know? Have you ever touched a Ferrari?? You stroke it gently, lovingly, not wanting to scratch it. It's the most unbelievable thing you've ever seen and can't believe you're touching it. Every inch of it is a miraculous thing to behold. That's how I felt. Like a prized luxury car.

Or a Queen.

Somehow I managed to squeeze in saying, "Groping through clothes is the best! don't you think?" And he purred in agreement and kept on touching me, till finally all I wanted to do was rip our clothes off. So that's what we did ;) Blondie unzipped his pants and pulled them down to show me his welcoming big, thick stiff dick and smiled. I swiveled around and took off my socks one-by-one, my leggings, and then my top and just had on a matching silver bra and thong. He pulled off his sweater and shirt and voila, there was a fully naked Blondie in my bed. I told him I just couldn't believe he was there. He said softly, "me neither!", and everything accelerated from there...

He was passionate without being grabby. I'd forgotten what a great lover he is, and I mean specifically in that way. He's very passionate, not grabby at all, in fact, he is SO not goal-oriented at all. I feel like he makes love, not "has sex" with me. Everything that happens is organic. He doesn't really talk except to moan or say my name as he's moaning. One time I was on top of him and he was fucking me hard from underneath him, and he slowed himself down and told me, "close your eyes. I want you to FEEL ME." and I did. And once again he said it, "feel me". And as soon as I let myself feel him with my eyes closed, I burst into tears. I was feeling too much. I made myself stop as quickly as I could so he wouldn't see.

After that amazing move, he moved me gently off of him and laid my down next to him, spooning. He caressed my body and his hand moved down to insert his fingers into my vagina and I swear he got me really turned on that way. Like everything else he does, it was slow and sensual. I loved it. Some guys just jam their fingers in you and think you like that (insert laughing-till-crying emoji here). He doesn't do that. He's gentle. It's like he caresses the outside of my pussy while he's putting them inside all at the same time. It feels amazing. And he doesn't "feel around in there" like he's looking for a lost penny. (Why do guys do that???) I wish I could tell him all this!

He flipped me over and fucked me hard on top. I loved the eye contact. That's the best. So intense. I hate when guys have their eyes closed more than they're looking at you bc otherwise it feels like they're just fantasizing about some other chick (or porn) while I'm the one who's naked. He would fuck me hard and as he did, that long blonde mane would hang down and I'd grab it and pull on it, or brush it out of his face. And my favorite is when he'd flip it himself out of the way. Just like a fucking sexy caveman. GRRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!! I ordered him, "FUCK ME BLONDIE!! FUCK ME HARD!!!' He brought out the animal in me.

I straddled him and climbed on him so that I put my pussy right in his face. He ate me out appreciatively, and I then moved down and "tittie-fucked" him. He said he'd never done that before! I thought about his ex-girlfriends' A-cup tits and said, "you gotta have big ones for it!" LOL I rubbed my pussy on his thigh and told him I was going to dry-hump him and we were both going to cum like that. We almost did. Almost. It was naughty and fun.

Then I just gave him the royal treatment. I licked him up and down slowly and gently, avoiding his dick, up and around his balls, the inside of his thighs, his tummy, and stroked him gently with my hands while he laid there alternatively watching and not, his eyes closed in ecstasy. He moaned my name over and over. Finally I took his dick in my mouth and teased the tip, making it super wet with my saliva. He squirmed in delight and grabbed me by my hair and pulled it hard, pulling me on top of him, sticking that big fat cock of his inside me and fucking me so hard he came. I loved it when he said, "omg (my name) I'm coming" with that orgasmic "O" face. What's more fun than seeing THAT??!!

Another thing I love about sex with Blondie is he stays rock hard after he comes, and we just keep fucking. We don't stop. Usually he comes again within minutes, but this time he didn't. He slowed down and I felt him pull himself out, his hands on my torso, and he laid me gently down next to him. I got up and got us a towel, and he was smiling and saying, "OH MY GODDDD" over and over. Then he said, "Come back", and reached for me and held me. I wanted to keep it light so at some point I said, "do you remember the jalapeno incident??" And he laughed so loud and hard. "YESSSS!!!! OH MY GOD!!" We both laughed.

His dick was still straight up in the air like a ruler and I was still super turned on. He asked me to keep touching it (my pleasure!!! LOL) and I dribbled a little bit of lube on it and he purred, "mmm perfect" and we touched it together. I was so ready to keep fucking. I still hadn't come. I got so close so many times but I hadn't. We laid there playing with his cock for a little while, then unfortunately, he took our hands off and apologized for stopping. He said he was "distracted" by all the stuff he has to do, and he's also emotional about the move and all. Would I just hold him? ("consolation prize") LOL

It was all good though, because we talked. And he said some amazing things to me. He said he felt like we have such a strong connection, he feels we will always see each other again. I agreed. I said, "I now have total faith that I will see you again." And I do. And then I took a risk and said, "you know, I don't even really get jealous when you have a girlfriend bc I want you to be happy. I just hate that you cut me out when you do. Because I'm your friend first." He said, "I know, I'm sorry". I said, "you know Blondie, there are girls out there who will understand. You just have to know what you want and tell them." He said, "I know, I know." I felt like I was lecturing him but I had to get it out. This was my last chance. I said further, "you've gone through how many girlfriends now and look at us! Even when you have a girlfriend we still have that connection Blondie!" He was holding me as we were talking, naked and warm, and it was intense and emotional. "I know! I know!" he agreed. "you're so right!" So I said, "you can have both. You just have to know what you want and ask for it." I wanted him to know it IS possible. We laid there, just holding each other. I said, "that's what I have. We have a great marriage" then realized I needed to lighten up and said, "everyone should be like this because it's so awesome!" We laughed and he kissed me and snuggled me to let me know everything was all right. It was perfect.

He said he was hungry and was craving "Arby's". Said he saw it on the way over and so we decided we'd get it for him, so after a bit I proclaimed, "let's go!". He looked at me like he was making mental note of my face, the way you see them do in the movies when that person knows they're never going to see you again. I melted and said, "one last naked hug! Because naked hugs are the BEST!!!" and that's what we did. We held each other, neither wanting to let go. And then it occurred to me, 'TAKE A FUCKING PICTURE ANNA!!!!" And he's always let me take lots of pics so I said, "Selfie???" and he said, "sure!!!" So I took two selfie pics of us "for posterity". He trust me completely.

We kissed, then got up and dressed, and he was done first and wandered into my bathroom and just looked around. He saw the Minnie Mouse framed pic he'd given me and commented on it. He said, "You ARE Minnie" with a smile. We went downstairs and he gave a look around like it was the last time he'd ever see it, and we left. He took my hand and didn't want to let go; he intertwined his fingers with mine and since I have a stick shift, I was driving with my left hand and taking it off the wheel to shift with it. So we didn't have to let go. I commented, "I've never done this! It's tricky!" but his face was calm like he was just feeling it all, not like I was doing anything as extraordinary as this. I loved how he just didn't want to let go.

We didn't unlink our hands until we stopped at Arby's, and he fed me curly fries all the way to his apartment. One time I bit his finger and he smiled, and once he left his finger in my mouth for me to suck it. It was so hot! We joked and laughed about nothing I can remember now, but it was awesome. Like we were on a date--one of the dates we'd never gotten to go on.

When I licked his fingers, I told him it reminded me of how much I miss him cooking for me. I said, "I loved it when you took a piece of the chicken and licked off the sauce and fed it to your kitty. I thought that was the sweetest thing I'd ever seen." He said, "aw, well he's a great cat." I just smiled.

We finally got to his apartment building and saw the U-Haul again. I thought he said, "come in for a bit" and I was excited! I said, "I get to say goodbye to your kitty??" He said, "oh no, he's not here. He's at my co-worker's where I've been staying the last few days." I said, "Oh! Awww" sadly. I followed him to the U-Haul where he opened up the door, put in the bag of food and the bag of souvenirs I'd gotten him, and he turned and faced me and said, "this is it!"  He said something about having to go see his ex-co-worker who he was living with; he was going to get him so he could help him move more of his things. "Oh", I said, a little deflated bc I'd apparently misunderstood him. He just stared at me, and I smiled and said, "well best of luck Blondie, drive safe, keep in touch" and he said, "I will Anna, I will". We kissed a deep longing kiss, parted, and he said, "thank you for everything Anna. I appreciate you so much". I said, stupidly, "thank YOU honey" and felt instantly stupid and like "what the fuck did I say honey for???" I went up on my tip toes and kissed him again, and I turned and walked to my car.

I got in and as I put the car in gear, I saw him drive past me on the street, not looking back.

A new look and Anna gets riled up!

Hello you sexy readers out there ;)

I've been thinking about my blog a lot and love love love when I hear from you! Someone pointed out to me that my blog name really wasn't accurate, in that I'm not a swinger (anymore). I couldn't argue with that fact! When I first started this blog in February 2010, my husband and I WERE swingers, so, hence the name, "Diary of a Swinging Housewife". Also, the blog domain name, "We-Swing" is no longer accurate, as a loyal follower pointed out to me. I am grateful for him and today I changed it to better reflect the journey from swinging married couple to ethical non-monogamy. I'm still not sure about the title; it may change again but I do feel like my experiences are leading me to a much wiser position as someone who has been around the block SO many times, I want to teach and lead you all to a better sex life as well as happier, more authentic and fulfilling relationships with your SO's.

Most of my blog posts are experiences I've had but there are posts that are informational such as this favorite of mine

https://naughtyannasguidetogreatsex.blogspot.com/2016/12/is-your-pussy-dry-heres-why.html


In the last seven years, I've posted 209 posts. That's insane! Looking over my blog with the proverbial fine-tooth-comb, I realize that I've shared my heart and soul with you all. I share things with you I wouldn't dare share with anyone who actually knows me. That's how special you all are! Do you realize that?? You, my dear readers, are less judgmental and more accepting of me than family and friends. This fact does bother me on a regular basis, as I wish so much that I could be more authentic myself. Sex is everyone's favorite topic. It's in the news constantly, especially lately with all the allegations of sexual misconduct by all these famous people. If sex is our favorite topic, why do I have to hide behind a pseudonym?? It's for the very reason that in our society, unless you're having vanilla monogamous sex behind closed doors, discreet and un-discussed, you're a freak, you're a sexual deviant, and there's something wrong with you, and you are a threat to society. We use the word "slut" with a wink and a chuckle, because we don't label a woman who enjoys sex without procreation as a negative, but the rest of the world still does, very unfortunately.

Look how white men have tried, and continue to try, to control women's sexuality. Take away our birth control, our rights to abortion, our rights to control our own bodies. The right-wing evangelicals are a threat to our well-being, and yet, here's another one, Judge Roy Moore, who couldn't be more misogynistic and homophobic if he tried, accused by no less than five women now of having had inappropriate conduct with him when they were teenagers. Of course he vehemently denies it! Did anyone think Roy Moore was a decent human being?????

He's really just a metaphor for the whole middle-aged white men, right-wing evangelical movement. I certainly didn't vote for Trump or any of his cronies, because I knew this was where his presidency would go.

I apologize to any middle-aged white men who aren't in that category. I know if you're a reader of my blog you don't subscribe to that mind-set at all. But isn't it interesting that only middle-aged white men are in the so-called "moral majority"??? Do you see any African-Americans in there? Sadly there are a few white women who rally alongside this cluster-fuck of an administration. There's KellyAnne Conway, who someday is going to wake up and realize she's sold her soul to the devil.

We can't go back people. We can't go back to the days of treating women as second-class citizens. How we ever got a president who admitted to just "grab them by the pussy" is beyond me. And now he's overturned Obama's federal protection of African elephants.

Is nothing sacred anymore??????

Sigh.

Well, I will continue to write about sex and enough of the politics. I am a staunch feminist but not the man-hating kind, and I'm not a lesbian. Like I wrote, I love men, I love all kinds of men and I truly believe if more men embrace their feminine side and stand up for the women in their lives, we can overcome gender tyranny. Everyone wins!!!!

It's Friday, go out and get some--bring your lube and wear your condoms but make sure it's consensual!!!!!!!

Love always,

Anna XOXOX

Eskimo Tinder hottie too hot to handle

This has been a strange week. The next day after my date from hell with Gorilla Man, I went back on Tinder (of course :) ) and I matched with a real hottie--long, straight caveman hair, slender build, kind of Eskimo features---high cheekbones and perfect skin. Wow. I wanted in his igloo bad. We began messaging and soon he asked for my Snapchat which I liked bc it lets me know right away if they're the real deal. Do they look like their profile pics?? Snapchat weeds them out.

Well he looked EXACTLY like his profile pics. He was truly one of the most beautiful men I'd ever laid eyes on. I sent a selfie back with a cute heart filter. He was just what my bruised ego needed.

UNTIL.....

Moments later, my snapchat was flooded with maybe 10 pics he'd sent from his camera roll. Various full body pics, mostly nudes. He was beautiful, no doubt, but fuck! Nudes already??! I barely just "met" you!! So I wrote him, "slow down cowboy, you're going too fast for me."

And guess what he did??

He deleted me!! And he removed me from his Tinder!!! I laughed so hard. All I could think was, "really?? REALLY??!!

I sure attract crazies don't I???

Tinder date from hell

So I matched with a real cutie about 2 weeks ago. Very cute, blue-eyed recent college grad, 23-years-old, lives 8 miles from me. We hit it off right away, and we moved from texting soley on Tinder to Snapchatting and texting quickly. He would write me 24/7, from early morning while getting ready for work to bedtime every night. It has been wonderful. We wanted to meet but I was going out of town so that delayed it.

I really liked his sense of humor, and his self-deprecating wit. I can't stand insecure guys who just boast about themselves or have a slew of selfies on their profiles. This guy and I had the most fun banter I've had with a guy for a long time, and after Hot Lips (who btw disappeared and hasn't been heard from since with the exception of one very sexy full body naked pic a week later) I decided I was going to go slower with the next hottie and develop something more before I jumped into bed with them.

So things were progressing beautifully with the guy above I nicknamed "Gorilla Man" bc he was the hairiest beast I've ever seen. And if you read my blogs you know I like my guys hair-free for the most part (except the top of their head. Gotta have cave-man hair). Even though he was so young, he said he too was looking for a relationship, and didn't care that I was married and he'd be a side-dish. We talked at length about what kind of a relationship we both wanted, I mean, in 2 weeks we covered a lot of bases. It wasn't mostly sexual bc when he'd get sexual I'd stop him and say it was too soon for that. He liked it. He told me he had a huge crush on me and couldn't wait to meet me. He'd send me snapchats off and on all day too, letting me in more every day. Oh, and he was a chess player, so that turned me on more than those blue eyes.

So we finally chose a day and time to meet--I picked the place--a super cute and quiet coffee house halfway between where we both lived, and we'd play chess. We'd been teasing one another back and forth for days who was going to win. I brought one of my chess sets, and at the last minute, I decided to leave it in the car. I told him I only had an hour (I had a dr appt) so I decided I just wanted to focus on him as it was our first time meeting.

I labored what to wear since the weather turned so cold. I chose a low-cut, blue sundress and leather jacket and my best Guess black leather boots. I felt pretty and confident and since he was so funny in texting I knew I was probably going to really like him. I told myself I would let him kiss me if he walked me to my car. THAT'S how much I liked him already.

So you know from the title that things turned bad, so here it goes.

I got there before him, and sat down. I was nervous and didn't know what to do. I texted him "here!" and soon he wrote, "I'm ordering coffee!" I somehow didn't see him come in. I recognized him immediately. He looked just like all his pics. He was cute and wearing a nice cashmere sweater and jeans. There was one person in line behind him, and I didn't have a coffee yet, and he was already paying so he couldn't order one for me, so feeling playful, I went up behind him and put my hands on his back and said, "HI! I didn't see you come in!!!" He turned around and I think he smiled and said hi and asked where I was sitting. I said I hadn't really picked a place yet. He said "ok" and something about going to find a spot. I said "Okay!" It was at the moment that I realized he was super short (I mean I'm five foot two and maybe five-five in my boots) and he kind of looked.....dwarfish??!! He turned the corner and I hadn't had a good look at him, so I thought, maybe not.

A little discombobulated, I ordered my coffee and decided to give him a chance. I absolutely adored his personality. I was going slow these days after all. I texted my hubby, "He's here. He's cute."

I found him sitting at a cute two-top table off to the side, nice and private, and I smiled and said, "Well hi there!! Nice to meet you!" and sat down. He made eye contact, and he was real cute, as cute as he'd looked in all those Snapchat pics he'd sent. I was actually not too nervous once we got settled.

Within a minute or so he took off the cashmere sweater he was wearing as the coffee house was plenty warm. He joked he was a "T-shirt and jeans" kind of guy, and I could see his hairy chest and I was kind of turned on. He had nice muscled biceps too, and he kind of gave off an Alpha male presence that was super hot.

I noticed he was wearing an Apple watch, and seeing as I love my Fitbit Blaze and have been wanting an Apple watch since last Christmas, I asked him about it. I think it caught my eye bc he kept glancing at it. I get that since my Fitbit Blaze sends me all my texts and phone calls, FB messenger and Snapchats. (it would send Tinder too if I let it). He did make conversation, and I felt it was going well. It was like we picked up where we left off through texting. We were laughing and getting along well.

About maybe 10 minutes in, he looks at his Apple watch again, then picks up his phone, and asks me a strange question. He said, "What's it called, the person who's the brother of your grandpa?" I said, "That would be your grand uncle I believe". He responded with a "hmmm", hand on chin, deep in thought. "He died today", he said nonchalantly. "Oh wow! I'm sorry to hear that!" I responded. He let it go for a minute and asked me about my band, like how often we gig and all that and we joked about singing (he said he's a horrible singer) and it was great banter. Then he picked up his phone and said, "would you mind if I call my mom real quick? I'll be right back." What was I to say? "sure, of course" I said nicely, bewildered.

He got up, phone to his ear, and walked around me and out. My phone was on silent in my purse. I reached in and took it out and wrote my hubby, "This is a weird date...not super attracted." I quickly became  annoyed that he got up to make a phone call. Who was he, the President??  I wrote my BFF and told her how he got up to go call his mom.

Suddenly, he popped around the corner, grabbed his sweater, and without missing a beat, said, "I don't mean to be rude but I gotta go!" and he was gone.

I didn't even have a chance to say anything or react. I was just dumbfounded.

I got up and put my jacket on, and went to my car. Trusting and believing him, I wrote, "I'm sorry for your loss. Hope you're ok." He wrote right back, saying simply, "I'm okay. Just worried about my mama." I responded, "It was weird I wasn't sure if you were just giving me a story so you could leave."

He didn't respond. The text turned green (iPhone-to-iPhone texts are blue unless there's no signal) and it appeared he'd never read it. The evening progressed and still no response. Bedtime, still nothing. And this is from the guy who had been texting me 24/7. Such a cavernous difference.

That night I became so incensed I couldn't sleep. I woke up around 5 am just fuming. Finally at 6:43 I texted him, "is that what you did????" He responded immediately, with a screenshot of the text. It was a group text sent from his mom to him and his sister, and says, "Uncle Charles died this morning. This was Daddy's brother. He was only 10 months younger than daddy." There's no date or time on it. For all I know he edited it out. He texted, "I wouldn't quite call this a story." I responded, "well I'm sorry for your loss. But you can't blame me for thinking you just wanted to run out. It's a classic move. Ten minutes into the date a text arrives and you need to leave."

He read it immediately and I've never heard from him since.

I bit my tongue and fingers from typing further, "This is where you say, oh my god I'm so sorry I can totally see how you'd think that. Let me make it up to you." He never did.

So the more I thought about it, the more incensed I became. First of all, who reads their mom's texts while on a date?? Ten minutes in?? If you want to read your fucking texts at least excuse yourself to use the restroom and do it discreetly. Anyone who knows me knows I'm fucking addicted to my phone, yet I had it on silent and stuffed in my purse so I could give him 100% of my attention. And yes, my Fitbit Blaze buzzed a few times so I knew I was getting texts. I was on a date! I didn't look at them. They could wait!! I expect the same from the person I'm with.

Second of all, he shouldn't have sent me that text from his mom, because it just further reveals he DID intend to run out and he used her text as an excuse. She sure didn't seem as upset as he made her out to be, nor was there any emergency of any kind. He created one so he could leave.

Why??? Who knows. I don't care. I deleted him from my Snapchat. I have zero interest in finding out the answer. If he's indignant that I ought to be more sympathetic to his loss he can go fuck himself. It's not like it was a parent or child. It was NOT an emergency, his mother was NOT that upset. He shouldn't have looked at his phone in the first place.

Ugh. Two weeks of wasted time.  I guess this is what dating is.

I'm SO glad I never sent him any nudes.

I walk away from this with my head held high, and all my dignity.

What an ass.

Readers?? Tell me what you think.

Hotel fun with a new Tinder hottie!

Friday night was AMAZING.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Then it was his turn.

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

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

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

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

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

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

What a fun night!!!

Boring night turns exciting

Traveling alone can be so much naughty fun! I got into some mischief this week doing just that.

I was in California last week visiting my elderly father and extended family, staying at a very nice hotel, the kind that has a Starbucks in the lobby, valet and room service 24/7. My kind of accommodations. I had spent the day with my dad and one of my brothers, a somewhat exhausting day of errands and I'd set up a cell phone and Netflix on my dad's television. Not being very good with wires and cable connectors I nevertheless got it all connected and working. I left his house around 9 pm when I saw my dad start yawning and drove the 15 minutes to my hotel. The night was young and I wanted to have some fun.

I'd been snapchatting a hottie I matched with on Tinder from LA off and on; a cute 24 year old who resembled Zacky Vengeance from the band Avenged Sevenfold. Black hair, blue eyes, lots of muscles, a guitairst. We'd almost hooked up in March when I visited last but it didn't happen. I didn't forget him, and once I had a plane ticket, I let him know I'd be coming and wanted to see him.

I went to my room, took a shower and freshened up. I put on a sexy off-white spaghetti-strapped cocktail dress and stilettos. No bra. I took the elevator down to the hotel bar, which thankfully was booming with attractive young people in various suits and dresses. A convention possibly?? I sat down at the only available bar stool. To my right was a somewhat frumpy couple in their 50's, and they were arguing, and to my left were two white executives in the 60's. I felt the eyes turn to me as I ordered a glass of Cabernet. The bartender was acting like Frankenstein--his eyes glazed as if he were a homeless man presented with an entire Thanksgiving dinner. It made me uncomfortable. The TV's that were on were all sports and not much to look at, and I didn't want to just stare into my phone. The guy I was snapchatting wasn't going to make it after all, so I was back to square one.

The older executives made small talk to me and they were actually quite funny. Thankfully they weren't flirting, and soon left. Two guy took their spots--a guy in cargo shorts, a black T-shirt and ball cap, and next to me, a very good-looking guy in expensive jeans, boat shoes, and a button-down shirt missing the cufflinks. He had blonde short cropped hair and plopped down on the bar stool with  his back to me, facing his friend. He sat with one leg crossing the other in a very open swagger that let me know he was hot-to-trot.

His friend must've said something to him about me because it wasn't five seconds later he twirled around and said a 'helloooooooo" that was as cliche and hilarious as they come. He was already tipsy and was drinking a mojito. I glanced at his friend and he had a sort of embarrassed wing-man face. Sort of like, "oy vay, here we go again". I chuckled to myself and knew that this was going to be entertaining.

He was a bit of a goofball; he was over-the-top enamored of me and I was enjoying the attention mainly because he was very good-looking. I could tell he had money by the way he was dressed. He was very alpha male, which I have to say alternately turns me on and turns me off. I like my men effeminate and he really wasn't, but he was very cute. He had dimples and blue eyes and didn't talk "at" me but "to" me. And I really had nothing better to do than sit alone in my room and I wanted something more than that.

He gave me all his attention. I learned he was 38 (old for me!! LOL) and a divorced dad with a 12 year old son he'd brought along with his friend who was also divorced with a 12 year old son. They lived in Canada (I don't remember where) and they came to take their boys to Disneyland. I asked, "where's your boys?" He answered they were up in their room playing video games. He asked if I was alone and I said yes. He saw my wedding ring and asked, "you're married?" I answered, "yes", and he let my answer just hang there. No other questions.

As I sipped my wine (I got a refill from Frankenstein) this handsome hottie was making an obvious play for me. Two or three times he'd be saying something and then playfully insert "and your room number is....???" To which I'd say, "I'm not giving you my room number!" He loved the game, the chase, and so did I. I was having fun.

I've honestly never been hit on.

Mostly because everywhere I go, I'm with my husband. We go out a lot but we're always together. This was really the first time I'd been in a bar and gotten hit on.. I'm severely out of practice, but I was learning as it was happening.

Mostly, I knew that as much as I liked this hottie I'll call Canada, he was not getting in my bed. And the harder he tried, the more fun it was to keep saying no.

The TV's had on all the sports highlights, and it just so happened that the Packers had won earlier in the day, so we talked about that. About how I live in Wisconsin. He called me a Cheesehead and we joked about his Canadian accent.  He asked for my room number again and when I said I wasn't going to give it to him, he admitted that he'd tried with a couple of women at a nearby table he pointed out to me. That was all it took for me to cement my stand that he wasn't going to get anywhere with me. What a turnoff! He was just a guy looking to get laid and wasn't too choosy. He saw me as little more than a conquest. And he apparently knew he was hot and that was both annoying, and yes, hot.

I did like him but was not going to let him have me that easily. He was very charming.  I'd decided I would let him kiss me eventually. He really wasn't my type at all--like I said, I like rocker types and men on the effeminate side, but he was really fun. We were laughing and getting along well. And again, I had nothing better to do.

I'd finished my second glass of wine, and I was thinking about what would be fun with him. I remembered that the hotel's rooftop pool was nicely landscaped, and since it was a beautiful warm evening, maybe we should go for a walk. So I suggested to him just that.

And he jumped at it.

I asked Frankenstein the bartender to get my bill, and when he presented it to me, Canada plunked down a hundred dollar bill and paid for it, leaving a $20 bill as a tip. As if Frankenstein was complicit in him leaving the bar with me. It all made me chuckle. The attention was really so fun. I found myself really liking it because the guys I see back home are just so fucking lazy!! And Rocker Boy has gone completely AWOL and I was just ripe for someone to pay attention to me and make me feel special and pretty you know??

Drinks in hand, we walked to the elevator, and when the doors shut, his gentlemanly side showed and he asked if he could kiss me. I said yes. He pressed his body up against mine and gave me a deep and affectionate kiss. He was delicious. I was tipsy by this point and the night felt perfectly romantic. The elevator ride wasn't long enough and suddenly the doors opened. We parted and got out, and I led him to the door to the rooftop pool. It was really a perfect night---close to 80 degrees and it was probably around 11 o'clock. The landscaping was so pretty; lights around the trees and plants curving around the fenced-in pool. I was hoping the hot tub was still open but it wasn't.

We stopped by some outdoor tables and he stopped with the charm and let his guard down. I really liked it. He started telling me about his divorce and how he's got full custody of his son and all.
He'd said that he was taking his son to Hollywood the next day, but would be staying one more night and then flying home. I said, "where's your phone?" He said, "Up in my room, my son has it." I said, "well, give me your number". He did, and I texted him so he'd have mine. I showed him my text and said, "there ya go. Tell you what. Play your cards right and maybe you'll have my room number tomorrow night." He said, "What do you mean?" I said, 'Text me and tell me how much you're thinking about me and can't wait to see me. Make me feel special." He said, "I can do that".

And suddenly we noticed that there was a couple in a window above us that was having sex! It appeared a woman was on her hands and knees giving some guy a blow job! We giggled and said, "that's hot!!"That's all he needed to get the courage to make a move on me and in seconds he was inches from me. He put his drink down on a nearby glass-top table. took mine from my hand, and started kissing me.  I let him. I felt that electrical surge course all through my body, and yes, my lady-parts, and I felt myself changing my mind about fucking him. I could feel his hard dick as he kissed me, deep and passionately, and I was super turned on. His kisses went from my mouth to my neck, to my cleavage, to my nipples as he used one hand to gently move the spaghetti strap aside. I felt my body melting into his and for a few seconds there, I just wanted to rip his clothes off. Unbeknownst to him, my room was right around the corner. Same floor.

We broke apart and he ruined the moment by putting his hand on his zipper. No way. I was done. I wasn't going to have outdoor sex with 300 rooms with windows all facing us. I moved it and said, "I'm walking you to the elevator." I started to walk towards the gate and he followed. He said, "So you're really not going to invite me to your room?" and I said, "Nope! That would ruin it." He looked like I'd taken his Halloween candy and pouted. I left him at the elevator with a short kiss, turned and walked away. I was worried he'd try to follow but he didn't.

Then next day, I didn't hear from him until 10:35 pm. He didn't know it but he'd blown it. I didn't meet up with him. I was disappointed to be honest. I was turned on all day thinking about fucking him but he couldn't even text once??? I finally wrote him back around midnight and just said sorry I'm out.

The next day I texted him, and we've been texting back and forth. He admitted he didn't think he'd hear from me again and I quote, "I'm in. I'm so turned on just talking to you." So this is fun. Who knows? Maybe our paths will cross again sometime in the future, or maybe we will MAKE them cross.

And THEN the sex will be amazing.

Rocker Boy rocks my world

Well, well, well my dear sexy readers, HAVE I GOT A STORY TO TELL YOU!!!!!!!

I just re-read my last post "Rocker Boy's Surprise Return" and just had to snicker because when I think of him now I think about the hot naked guy in my bed who I made cum three times.

Heh heh heh heh yeah!!!! RIGHT????!!! WHOA ANNA WHAT THE FUCK??!!!!

So in between that last blog post and last week, Rocker Boy one night had called me SEVEN TIMES between 3:30 am-5am. I never picked up. In the morning I texted him that I turn my phone off at night (which I do). I can't be his rescuer, I can't be the one to talk him off the ledge, and I needed to set a boundary with him. I decided he was probably gay anyways and so took my expectations about him down to the friend zone. If he really did like me he's the slowest ever to act on it so what the fuck. We'd been texting back and forth here and there mostly just to try to agree to meet up for coffee and nothing more. Except for saying that one time that "if something more happened that would be okay too" he's never flirted, never gave me any sign he was interested in anything more than friendship, especially after flaking out about meeting me on my way home from the airport.

So last week my hubby was out of town for work, and I had a whole week ahead of me with nothing more than just tennis and errands to look forward to. I should say that New Guy is completely out of the picture. Boring--no story to tell I'm just fed up and bored with him.  I had been texting Asian Stripper Boy a lot--he was SO attentive. Texting and Snapchatting me 24/7, saying the most sensual things to me, like "I love making you happy" and "OMG baby I just want to make you happy" and it goes on and on and on. So of course I had him in mind to fuck since he was so attentive and I've had fun with him before, it has just been over a year tho. So I decided I wanted to meet him for a drink first, not just have him show up, because what if I'm not attracted to him anymore? He's super flaky and even tho he's super hot, he seems to live a very fast lifestyle and I don't want to catch anything from him, so I thought I'd slow him down and meet up with him first.

We had plans Tuesday night to meet at this cute new bar that just went up and he wrote and cancelled. Said "family emergency" which I knew was a lie. He begged for me to try for the next night instead. I said "sure". I mean I had no other plans so why not. I didn't care really either way.

So Wednesday night I had a girl's dinner first, and I got a text from him mid-dinner, "I'm so sorry can we rain check i know I'm the worst rn". I didn't respond. Sooooo done.

Instead I wrote Rocker Boy, "What are u doing tonight? I had a date. He flaked on me" with a laughing till you're crying emoji. It'was 7:30-ish. He wrote right back he was at band practice til 8. I said, "awesome I'm at dinner. Let's get a drink somewhere". He didn't respond til 9:05, and at this point I was home and already tipsy from three glasses of wine and no dinner (what is it with chicks? Appetizers? We shared three bruschettas for 9 people. No one ordered dinner. I should have).

So I just said, "Home! You should come over. Empty house!" He asked for my address. He said, "you live in my hometown!" and he knew exactly where I lived just by the address. I raced around the house lighting candles. I didn't need to pick up thankfully bc my house was spotless.

He got here around 10:30pm. I wish I hadn't been so drunky but in a way it was good bc I was nervous. I had no idea what to expect. Why was he here??? I really didn't know what to expect.

I was so excited to see him though. He's so cute. Like Jordan, he's just my type--skinny rocker boy, lots of hair, looks sexy in skinny jeans and a band T-shirt. He's got the prettiest blue eyes too, shoulder-length black hair, messy and sexy. And great teeth and smile. I mean I'd had a crush on him for a year! It was just never reciprocated.

He came in and we went into the kitchen. He was very complimentary about the house. He was chatty, it was really a relief. Telling me about how he grew up near here, told me about his mom who has 4 cats (my dog and cat came up to greet him).

He sat down at the kitchen island and I asked him if he wanted a drink. I have quite a cabinet of alcohol with just about anything anybody could want LOL and sure enough I had what he wanted, rum and coke. First tho we did a shot of Fireball (my favorite). While he sipped his drink we chatted, I honestly don't remember about what though, and I don't remember how he got into my bed but next thing I knew we were naked and fucking! It was awesome! I had put on some EDM and with the candles everything looked so inviting. I love fucking and fucking like this when everything is quiet perfect. And probably I was a little too drunkie but I love that out-of-body feeling when you just merge with that other person, ya know? I used to feel that sober with Blondie. And of course I always feel that with my hubby but it's rare I ever feel that with someone else, so this was just what I had been wanting. I missed that feeling since Blondie ended things with me and this was the first time in almost 2 years I'd felt it with someone. Rocker Boy's small body and mine just fit so well together. I rode him like a wild cowgirl and when he went down on me, I grabbed that messy hair of his and shoved his face in my pussy and let him know how much I loved it.

We fell asleep wrapped up together like the cover of an erotic novel, our arms and legs and bodies entangled together. The cat jumping on the bed at dawn awoke us both, and as I opened my eyes I saw our bodies were still touching. We were 'spooning", his back was to me but my body was pressed up against his. Next thing I knew, he reached for me without turning around, caressing my hips, he then found my hand and squeezed it. Right then he flipped over and faced me and greeted me with a nice big hard dick. He started kissing me and I thought "omg morning breath" and oddly enough I was too dreamy and sleepy for it to really register and just kissed him back! And you know what all that kissing leads to hehehehe and "spooning leads to forking" and sure enough we were fucking again.

We fell back asleep again afterwards, cuddled up with one another again. It was so intimate and felt amazing and loving.

I woke up around 8:30, which for a weekday was really late. He was sound asleep, and I was restless, so I got up and made a pot of coffee, brushed my teeth, went to the bathroom and I won't apologize for this but put on a little make-up so I wouldn't look so horrifying when he woke up! I went back to bed and distracted myself with Facebook, my words with friends games, and various other time-wasters.I texted my hubby and we chatted for awhile--I wanted to make sure he knew what I was up to and make sure he was still ok with it all. He def was thankfully.

I was getting annoyed Rocker Boy was still asleep. I really didn't have anything going on ironically; my tennis match, I had NO appointments to go to, so I didn't have anything better to do than be with this hot man. I began texting my BFF. I told her, "there's a man in my bed and he ain't my husband!" She had been dying to hear from me since the night before when I wrote her that Asian Stripper Boy flaked on me and that Rocker Boy was coming over.

I think it got to be around 10:00 or so, and I was really bored and didn't know what to do. I didn't want him to leave, but I was bored watching him sleep. I never even got up to have a cup of the coffee I'd made. I don't know why! I guess I just forgot about it. I hadn't had any guy sleep over since Jordan did three years ago! I was baffled what to do. What was the etiquette???!!

My hubby said, "wake him with a BJ". I said, "really?? Won't he be annoyed I woke him?" He said, "Trust me. If he's annoyed you woke him with his dick in your mouth than kick him out!!!" I said, "okey doke!" So that's what I did. He was laying on his side with his back to me, and I just gently moved my body so it was touching his, and he stirred. I let my hand lightly touch him--his back, his cute butt, his thighs, and he stirred more and as he was turning over to face me I just took that hardening cock in my mouth and began sucking him. He moaned and squirmed in ecstasy. I was happy my hubby was right! He wasn't annoyed at all! He loved it! As I sucked and licked him I'd glance up at his face and he was staring right at me. It was so fun. He stroked my hair affectionately and watched me please him.

Then he put his hands on my face and gently took my mouth off of him. He put his hands on my waist and hips and pulled me on top of him. I fucked that boy hard while he sucked my nipples and he came so fast. Afterwards we laid there in each other's arms again and we both fell asleep. I felt so happy and loved and safe and it was really awesome.

Soon tho we both awoke again, and I asked him if he was hungry. He said, "YES!!" I said "me too! How about some scrambled eggs and toast?" He said "sounds awesome!" So I put on a sexy bralette and lingerie shorts and went downstairs and made us some food. He came down and looked so sexy, his hair all tousled. He was happy and we both sat down on the tall chairs on the kitchen island. It was awkward though--I found myself stammering and finally turned on the TV news for some sound. He wasn't chatty at all like he'd been the night before, and I found myself not knowing what to say or do. So when that happens I get MORE chatty and don't even realize I'm doing it, but he seemed to like hearing me talk LOL I showed him pics of our trip to Burning Man and he seemed interested.

I felt like I was ready for him to go then. He said he had to work at 1:30, and it was like noonish. I told him he could shower if he wanted to, and he said that sounded awesome. We went upstairs and I got him a big fluffy towel, told him to use whatever was in there and enjoy! I closed the door to give him privacy and just left him alone. I made the bed and then just sat and played with my phone while I waited for him. I pondered, "should I go shower with him? " Again, "whats the etiquette here??" I decided since he had to go to work that I'd leave him alone. He was probably in "work mode".

After he showered and dressed we went back upstairs and chatted for a bit about his job (he's a writer for a website) which is cool! And then it came time for him to leave. It still felt like there was so much awkwardness, and I'm pretty sure I hugged him and we kissed a perfunctory kiss at the door. Not very romantic but he was so quiet it made it awkward for me. I wished he'd just grabbed me and kissed me hard but he didn't so I was busy being self-conscious.

He left happily I thought, on a good note I hoped, and well, he did text me later that day but I haven't heard much from him since.

There's a major snag I'll tell you about next time. I did something I guess I shouldn't have done.

Rocker Boy's surprise return!!!

Around 5:30 am two weeks I was barely awake, standing in my bathroom in the dimmest light possible, putting my makeup on, getting ready for a flight to DC to meet my hubby who was there for work. Suddenly, I get a private message from none other than Rocker Boy!! Now before I tell you what he said, let me refresh your memory that I have NOT spoken to him at all ever since the day we met at one of my band's performances. I'll attach the link to the blog post. Basically, he was there with his friends and it was an instant crush on my part, but he apparently didn't feel the same and I pretty much forgot about him.

I did see him a few months ago at a charity thing he had for his friend/girlfriend/faghag (who knows??) who died suddenly of an aneurysm about 8 months ago. It was at a rock bar with lots of bands performing (including him) and I deliberately sought him out to give him a hello hug and make sure he knew I was there. It felt obligatory for him so I just let it go. That was April or May I think, and even though we're FB friends (and have like 200 mutual friends) we are in different social circles and just haven't crossed paths either. I assumed he was gay and his friend/gf/faghag Cindy who died was just a friend.

And then there was this message from him, which literally stopped me dead in my tracks. He wrote, "Are you awake I really need to talk to someone really bad right now I know it's a crazy hour but i don't really care right now anymore, I'm falling apart".

Did you just have a heart attack too?? That was my reaction. Fucking heart attack. WHOA ROCKER BOY WHAT THE FUCK????

I'm ordinarily never ever ever awake before 6:40 am so obviously, the Universe was there for him and I was indeed awake. I wrote back something to the effect of "yes I'm here what's going on?" We texted back and forth for a little bit but he wanted me to call him so I did. Here I was rushing to catch a plane and I'm trying to save someone's life at the same time. I couldn't ignore him. This wasn't what I wanted with him and frankly, it was more disconcerting than anything else and I was so distracted trying to get ready and pack.

He seemed totally fine on the phone. He has a lilting voice, it was positive actually and surprising bc I've only said like 3 words to him ever, and here he was, it was dawn and he was pouring out his heart to me. Basically, he was still grieving the loss of his beloved Cindy (who I came to assume was indeed a GF----guess he's not gay after all?) and he said he'd started dating someone new and after 2 weeks she went back to her abusive ex and why would she do that? etc. He was heartbroken and guess he was pretty low. After dealing with New Guy and HIS depression I  just thought, I can't date any more depressed men. It's too exhausting and they're too hit and miss. And I was so certain Rocker Boy was gay anyways, I didn't really feel flirty talking to him or anything. I needed to assess, was he a danger to himself?? Was I talking someone off a ledge?? I was mostly panicky talking to him, even though he sounded totally lucid and fine, talking about bands and music and all. It started to feel like, did you think you needed to sound desperate to have an excuse to write me?? Is this a ruse?? I was very confused, and it didn't help that it wasn't even sunrise and I was rushing to get out of the house.

What was awesome though was we were super revealing with one another. Without saying "I'm married but in an open relationship"---which I think he already surmised---I was commiserating and said I'd been in a 7 week relationship last year which was very short like his (really?? two weeks and he's devastated??? Hmmm...) and he was responding well. I knew he needed mostly to vent and have his feelings validated so that's what I mostly did. I did say I needed to get off the phone and get going, and that I wished he'd contacted me yesterday, LOL I could've gone to see him and given him a hug. He said he wished he had. I said "well consider yourself hugged right now" and reassured him that I was still available to talk and text, I just had a plane to catch and had to get going. I had told him that I liked him from that first day we met and he revealed he'd "never stopped thinking about me" which totally took me by surprise. I was totally taken aback. And then, the whopper.

I know he lives near the airport, and I suggested stopping by on my way home from the airport. I was only going to be gone 3 days. I said I could deliver that hug in person. He said he'd totally love that, and (here it comes) "if it leads to more that would be totally okay too".

ROCKER BOY WANTED TO HAVE SEX WITH ME?????

This was shocking information!!! I thought he was gay!!!

So I was like, "really??? You'd want that?" and he responded, "I've always wanted that!' which shocked me even more! I felt like, 'really dipshit??? I kissed you the day we met. It doesn't get more obvious than that. And more than a year later you're telling me you've "always wanted that"??!!

So we left it at that. That was the plan, I was going to stop and see him on the way home from the airport three days from now. And he thanked me profusely for being there for him, he was super sweet and complimentary, it was an amazing phone call. I felt all day like I'd dreamed it. It was so strange and wonderful.

And he texted me off and on all day, then it slowed as the couple of days went by, and then, I hadn't heard from him much at all my last day in DC. I wanted to know if I was still stopping to see him on the way home from the airport (I would've worn something sexier on the plane if I was; if I wasn't, I'd go the comfort route). He hadn't written, "Are you still coming to see me tomorrow on your way home from the airport?" which I should've just left alone and realized he was a flake, but I poked him anyways to get a response. At 10:40 am I finally wrote, "My flight gets in at 9:20 tonight. I can totes stop and see you". Five minutes later he wrote, "have a safe flight". Yeah. Nothing about "yes! come see me!" so I was super annoyed at him and felt so used. What a jerk.

So here's the kicker.

I bump into his best buddy at that same bar I met them both at a year ago. And he's closer to my age. A totally cute aging rocker. At least 50 and he's in a punk band, plays bass. He's truly awesome but i'm not attracted of course, we're just buddies. So we're drinking and hanging out and I start asking him about Rocker Boy. Now mind you, he's his BEST FRIEND. He totally rags on him. He said, "he does that. He writes tons of chicks on FB and gets their sympathy." I said that's totally fucked. He said "yep it is". I said how I totally liked him and told him what he said to me and how he flaked out on me. Jokingly, which is this guys' style, said, "(my name) if you mess around with him I will totally lose respect for you!" I said, "what???why???" he said how he uses women by getting their sympathy and then drops them. I told him what he said and all and he just shook his head like he already knew what I was going to say.  I said I'd had a crush on him for a year and just gave up bc I thought he was gay!" He laughed and said, "well, he won't go down on ya so that's all I know!" I was like whoa. Hmmm. So yeah, I got over Rocker Boy quick.

Sooooo not interested anymore.

And New Guy? He's in and out as usual. Flaked on me this week.

Back on Tinder looking for someone new. Tired of these flakes.

Found someone a decade older who's the spitting image of Mickey. He gave me his number and we're texting.

I'm smitten! I'll call him MickeyTwin.

Have a great week you sexy people.

New Guy steps up

After a two-month lull, New Guy is back and more attentive than ever. Seems he had a lot going on--a new full-time job as well as he and his roommate moved to a new apartment. I have a genuine fondness for him and he is really starting to grow on me. He is SOOOO different from Blondie it makes me realize that Blondie would have to change like 180 degrees for me to ever take him back.

I had driven the 25 min drive to his new place, and he had been messaging me the whole time. He was telling me where to park and also that he wanted to watch "Game of Thrones" with me and his roommate! I should suffice this by saying he and his roommate are childhood friends and he has always wanted me to meet him. (No funny business. He's not that way). What I'm saying is, he is wanting me to be more like a girlfriend. He had wanted me to stay and get food and watch the show with them, he wanted me to spend the night. He didn't want me to leave, and when I explained I couldn't he understood.

And the sex is delicious. We came together! That's never happened to me, as much as everyone always says "oh coming together at the same time is amazing" well in theory it is but I kind of had to stop my orgasm so he could finish his so that kind of didn't really work, but I told him we will try again next time. We are going to keep taking it up a notch. That really excites me. I told him, "we have mad chemistry!" He giggled and agreed.

And afterwards, he asked again if I'd stay, caressing my arm. Later, in front of his roommate, he just gushed, "you're so soft! Your skin is sooo soft!!!" as he caressed my arm. Here's another example of how different he is from Blondie. He'd asked me to take them to the corner market for beer (they were both high, I was sober). So we all got in my car and New Guy just was gushing about me to his roommate. He was telling him about how I'm a singer and about my kid applying for med school. He said more than once, "isn't she gorgeous??" He complimented my car, my hair, everything about me. He reminded me of a little kid who just had his first day of kindergarten and came running home to his mom to tell her all about it. He was soooo excited to share things about me to his roommate, and we all got along great, and it was just, so so good for my soul.

And.....he's asked me several times to come visit him at his new job! He's a bartender. And he got upset when I said I'd come one day and turned out I couldn't.

This is something Blondie would never do. I was an embarrassment to him, he couldn't take me out in public, and New Guy can't wait to show me off. I knew if I just kept looking I'd find someone who would treat me the way I want to be treated. Like a princess.

 I decided right then and there to let him in.

Someone very special boomerangs!!!!

I apologize to you, my dear readers, for the lack of blog posts. I seriously didn't have much to write about. UNTIL TODAY!!!!!! I promise I'll catch you all up in another blog post. I had a date two nights ago that I am dying to share with you.

I had a date with JORDAN!!! YES JORDAN!! HOT, LONG-HAIRED SEXY GUITARIST JORDAN!! It all came about so quickly too.

I'm horrible at remembering anything, especially my friends' birthdays, and THANK GOD for technology bc I have put as many in my phone calendar as I can remember to do so.

And as of July 1st, it reminded me with a sweet little chime that it was Jordan's birthday.

Hmm, I thought. Do I write him? We aren't FB friends, but we do follow each other on Instagram. Last I checked, he was very much in a serious relationship with a hot redhead (hmmm! Guess he likes redheads!! LOL) and I honestly had not looked him up in ages. Exactly a year to be exact since we're being exact. I went to my Instagram and went to his profile and saw that a year ago to the day, I had wished him a happy birthday. And he had responded ASAP, flirty and sexy as always, but unavailable. And as I was re-reading his messages from back then, I kept scrolling and saw that a few months prior to the birthday messages, he'd messaged me out of the blue, saying "I just saw your picture pop up and it made me horny". We'd chatted briefly and he said he was still with his GF so it didn't go any further.

So of course I messaged him, "happy birthday sexy man!" and he responded right away, Thank you so much! I miss you baby." And that was the beginning of us reuniting Tuesday night.

We exchanged snapchat names and it took off wildly from there. Holy fuck. For a small guy he sure does have a huge cock. AND THAT HAIR!!! It's waist-length and I was surprised it's not blonde anymore, but as he said, it's "back to its natural color." He's still so gorgeous I actually barely noticed it wasn't blonde. 

We'd been trying to get together since his birthday but I had family in from out of town so I wasn't able to go see him. Finally, I couldn't stand it any longer, I hated saying no to him repeatedly so I lied to family (extended, not my hubby) and drove the 45 min drive to his apartment.

It is so exciting going to a guys' apartment. I prefer it to hotel rooms or my house. It gives me a glimpse into their private lives, and as a married woman, the truth is, these guys don't really let me in to the extent they would a REAL girlfriend, so any chance I have of getting to know them better I grab and run with. 

He was so cute, messaging me on Snapchat and sending me pics of his smiling face and huge cock while I was getting ready to go see him. He even said he was vacuuming and cleaning for me. How adorable!! And when I got to his place, it was practically spotless. I felt respected. Just like Blondie always cleaned his apartment for me. I always remember that guy Steve who I drove all the way to Kenosha to see and his place looked like the typical frat house. I nearly tripped several times stepping over piles of clothes and shoes, furniture and trash, pizza boxes even. I know these guys are young and broke, but being a slob isn't about income. It's about respect.

On the way over to Jordan's, he messaged me he would be in bed naked waiting for me. I was like, "YIKES!!" I do NOT like that. I am the kind of girl that loves foreplay. Everything leading up to the getting naked part. It's like fast-forwarding to the final scene of a movie, or the last chapter of the book. You already know the ending!! What fun is that??

So I said, "YIKES!"  to him! And I tried to seductively let him know I prefer to unwrap my own Christmas presents thank you! So he did. He put on his black skinny jeans and a shirt. I said thank you! And sure enough, he greeted me at the door fully dressed. I was very relieved! I mean, I have not seen him in almost 3 years??? And he's going to be sitting there waiting for me naked?? I mean I AM A SURE THING bc I've been with him before but still!!! I loves me a little mystery.

And good thing, bc we sat on the couch for about 45 min talking. It was so fun catching up with him. Had we gone straight to sex I'm sure there wouldn't have been any intimacy, and I felt like I could talk to him all night. That's the thing about being married-I don't have all night, I usually am good for just a couple hours then I need to leave and be somewhere else. 

As we talked, he always made eye contact, and I always felt my heart flutter. He told me I was more beautiful than he remembered (oh, btw, did I forget to tell you I got breast implants???) He loved them! But his compliments go beyond the physical. He said something to me I never want to forget. '

We were catching up, and he was asking me all sorts of questions (" what's new? what have you been up to?" "Tell me about that pic on your fb!") oh btw we are now fb friends too!! (happy dance!!) I ended up telling him about how I'm about to become an "empty nester" (he has a 7 year old son himself so he could only imagine!) and I was saying I have dreams of writing a book and maybe starting my podcast up. He said, and I'm paraphrasing, that I have a "soothing, beautiful voice" and that he loves to hear me talk and that a podcast is "perfect for me". That people will love my voice and "flock" to me.

WOW.

And so of course I got online first thing today to explore how to get this podcast thing going. I've had tech problems and just been too busy to figure it all out. I'm motivated now. WAYYYYYY motivated.

As we were chatting, his hand finally came to rest on my thigh. Oh! I forgot to tell you, I wasn't wearing much hehehehe I had bought a Spandex, super-tight stretchy red dress at a costume store for the 4th of July parade I ended up not going to. And stillettos. And a thong and that's it, and of course, my enormous breasts were spilling out of it. It was getting late--I didn't get there till around 9:30 and had to get home by 11-ish so I kind of abruptly looked at the clock and said I needed to get going. He must've thought I was leaving without fucking him so I said, "let's get busy!" so cliche and stupid but I was a bit nervous. No alcohol in me. That's never good lol

We just leaned towards each other and started making out. He was slow and passionate, and soon I climbed onto his lap. He buried his face in my cleavage and sucked my breasts while his hands cupped them lovingly. He'd alternate that and kissing me. It was so hot. Next thing I knew I said, "let's go to your bedroom", so he took me by the hand and led me there. Now I have to back-track and say that even when we saw each other before, he always came to my house. I never went to his place. I honestly thought it was his way of keeping me at arms' length. He also pretty much refused to talk about his son. And now? He was snapchatting me videos of them having breakfast, playing games, all sorts of intimate things he'd never let me be a part of before. I was soooo loving it.

So by the time we got to his bedroom, I was ready. He was too, and showed me how ready! Yummm. He asked how to take off my dress and pulled it gently over my head. I undid the button at the top of his jeans and he had nothing on under, just that big hard cock tucked into his skinny jeans, and it was bursting out of the zipper. Mmmm I helped him out of them as he pulled his shirt over his head, his beautiful long hair cascading down.

We'd talked earlier about whether or not we'd need condoms; it wasn't lost on either of us that he'd accidentally given me clamydia a few years ago! I told him I was seeing someone (New Guy) and got tested before and after I started fucking him and was 100% clean. He said he hadn't been with anyone in 4 months and only with his GF for 3 years prior. That was good enough for me.

He's a very passionate kisser, and he was delicious. He's not grabby or jerky at all, his movements are gentle and deliberate. I love it. He makes me feel like the most beautiful woman in the world. I remember telling him to relax and lay back, that I'd brought his birthday present with me hehehe and I proceeded to give him the best blow-job he'd ever had-since the last one I gave him LOL He was fully shaved and delicious. I hate a ton of body hair and he remembered. I licked him up and down and sucked that big cock til he almost came. Moaning, he sat up and kissed me, thanked me and said he wanted to fuck me. We fucked in several different positions, most notably, doggy-style, and he fucked me longer and harder doggy-style than any guy ever has. It was cute, after that, we switched positions again ( I really loved sucking his dick!!) he said something about being "nervous". I said, "really? Awww how sweet" or something like that. I was impressed. He said something about how long it had been since he'd been with anyone, and anyone else for that matter. Then he flipped me on my back, and pulled me gently to the edge of the bed, flipped that gorgeous mane of his and inserted that huge cock inside me. I was so wet we didn't need the lube I brought.

Mid-fuck, as he's got my legs in the air and his soft hair is caressing my breasts as he's fucking me, he says, "now I remember what it's like to fuck you!" I bit my tongue from saying, "Is that a good thing???" and hope it was! It must've been, bc right then and there he said, "want me to cum for you baby?" and I said, "please! show me how excited I make you" and he did. He came inside me and I got to see his O-face. He moaned and cooed and kissed me. 

We got to the finish line with no towel, and we giggled about our predicament as he's still holding my legs in the air, looking around for something to mop up the mess if you will. I have a technique I use with my hubby so I thought I'd try it with him. I said, "flip me over!" and he tried to but it was a little clunky, and I blamed it on my shoes I was still wearing. We did it though, a little clumsily, but he flipped me over and in the process, he ends up on his back and most of the cum stays on him instead of the sheets! He seemed a bit bewildered, and I commented that it was a little clunky bc I was still wearing my shoes, and I pointed out to him, "Look!! Hardly any cum on your sheets!" We laughed and he liked it. He grabbed a towel and cleaned me up (I LOVE WHEN A MAN DOES IT FOR ME!! THAT'S SO HOT!!!). We chatted as we got dressed, I wish I could remember what about, probably I said I didn't want to leave so soon but was worried about the drive and needed to get going. 

I went to the bathroom to pee before I left, and we talked at the doorway and kissed and I left. 

That. Was. Fun. I'll def be back.

***JORDAN**** 

:)