The ultimate mystery -- where the hell is all the good D/s porn?

Let's talk about porn, shall we Flowers?

D/s porn, to be specific.

I've bitched and moaned about the lack of hot D/s porn a thousand times. It's close to impossible to find. There is ONE pay site that have seen that offers some good stuff, but it is outrageously expensive. No thanks.

MFD, aka My First Dom, periodically sends me these rants that always make me giggle. His latest is about this very subject, and I got permission to post it here.

I think you will appreciate the way his mind works, and get a bit of a feel for what drew me to the man in the first place. He cracks me the hell up!

Please to enjoy.....


I am going through one of my internet obsessive periods..... which means there is a rant coming on.

I like bondage, sex and porn. That's pretty damn simple and I know I am not the only one. So why is it so hard to find good bondage sex porn? Sure, I can find some crack whore wearing a gas mask who is peeing on a fat guy in a gimp hood in an abandoned warehouse or dingy garage, but why, oh why can't I find quality photos of attractive people having some Ds bondage sex that doesn't involve a bathroom or obviously simulates rape?

I mean, come on. Let's talk economics here. Is all that bondage gear really being sold to one guy with a windowless van and poor social skills? There are some really great sites that show extreme hotties bound in expensive lingerie but rarely is there any sex involved. Now don't get me wrong, I like extreme hotties bound in expensive lingerie (oh God, do I like extreme hotties bound in expensive lingerie) but I want a little more. Why do we have to make the jump from pin up art bondage to some abused girl that obiviously is just trying to score enough cash for her next fix?

For me, its a sexy, fantasy mind game where I control, tease and please so well that she WANTS me to DO IT AGAIN and again.... and even again if I haven't already fallen asleep.

I give thanks to those who do produce the quality babe shots, but hey, can't you bridge the gap between the solo glamour model and the swastika tattooed bald chick chained to the radiator?

/end rant

Flowers, your thoughts? :)

Sex and the Single Girl update!

Blondage says....oh my!

War Wounds

I have them everywhere from this weekend. Bruises on my legs and arms. A deep tissue bruise in the center of my back. My pinkie toe is sliced open. My pussy is raw.

How did all of that happen? Sit back and let me tell you the tale.

It started out with a simple phone conversation with the Husband. I've been trying to set up the 4way for sometime after the holidays. Also, I haven't seen or been with him in weeks and I missed him and his touch. So we got together in his office on Friday after work.

Mmmmmmm, he always leaves me sweaty and shaky. And in the throes of everything, I somehow banged my arm and leg on some office furniture. I also cut my toe open on this metal file something or another that was next to the little armless chair he has in there. I got rug burns from a chair next to his desk because I had my leg thrown up on it when I was bent over the desk and he was fucking me from behind.

I don't recall receiving any of these hurts. I just recall cumming very hard and moving all over the room. It was crazy. All needy and excited. Tugging on clothes, deep kisses. Sometimes, you have to let the animal out.

He invited me over to his house to meet his wife on Saturday night. I took him up on the offer. I've seen pictures of her and I've talked to her on the phone. She's very nice and funny and obviously cool because she let's me fuck her husband whenever I want. They took me to a bar to sing karaoke.

While in there, the tv screens were broadcasting the UFC fights. Amazing. I've watched them before, but Saturday, they had some great fighting. And bleeding. I was engrossed, but I still took time to socialize. I met a lot of the couple's friends and danced and sang. Then a man walked into the bar. He sat down close to where I was standing and dancing. "Tall, dark, and handsome" is very cliche, but perfect to describe this man. He was beautiful. But since I was with the couple and planned on staying the night with them, it was gauche to try to pick up someone else, don't you think?

I could feel his eyes on me almost the whole night and I ended up sitting next to him at the bar. He leaned over and asked, "So, you like the fight?" And he asked my name. Have you ever heard a Croatian speak? With that Eastern European accent, but not immediately identifiable? I asked where he was from and he said I probably didn't know it, but Croatia. I am familiar with the country and said so. He was surprised. His accent was incredible and it almost melted my panties right off of me. The wife was watching us and in the end, she invited him over to her home with a couple of other friends.

There is a fireplace and pool table in the couple's basement. They have speakers wired into the basement from their computer and great music was playing. We watched the men compete in pool and the wife said she thought her husband and the Croatian were playing for me. I found that funny and sexy at the same time. The Croatian threw the game. We watched him do it. He was sharking the table all night and completely blew a straight in shot. He knows how to be a polite guest. Can't beat a man on his own table....it's impolite.

He was a gentleman through and through. Opening doors, lighting my cigarette, hand on the small of my back when walking to the house. All those little things that European men do as a matter of every day interaction with women, but that American men rarely do anymore. It made me feel very feminine and at the center of his attention the whole time.

I snuggled up next to him, the Croatian, let's call him Mr. Stranger, on the couch in front of the fire. And he kissed me.

I melted.

He was a wonderful kisser. Soft and leaving me wanting more. I cupped my hand around the back of his neck and pulled him to me because I wanted to feel his lips again. We were putting on a show for the rest of the people around us. It was just the two of us in our own small bubble at that point. Before then, I had been sneaking off and kissing on the husband when I had the chance. If I caught him alone in the hallway, I'd wrap myself around him or kiss his neck. But when Mr. Stranger kissed me, all thoughts fled my brain but one. I had to have him.

The wife came over eventually to inform me of another room that had a futon. I dragged Mr. Stranger in there for privacy. But he was extremely conservative and wouldn't even remove his pants with people in the other room. So I popped into there and asked them all to go upstairs. I know, cheeky of me, considering it wasn't my house, but I was very worked up and a bit tipsy.

I finally got him naked. I kind of suspected this because of where he's from...he is uncut. And long. His skin was soft, his look very intense. And he did the most wonderful thing. Many times throughout the night, he would either hold my face or push my hair off my face and look me in the eyes and tell me how much he loved my eyes. Or how beautiful I was. Or he'd run his hands over my hips and say I was so sexy. It was not just once. All night and even the next morning when we were saying our good-byes, he told me all of that.

Men, learn a lesson here. You can never go wrong with telling a woman that. Or kissing her eyelids after saying that you are blown away by how gorgeous her eyes are. Or any of those tiny little things that make her feel special.

Wow.

I'm still reeling from the way he spoke and treated me.

Anyway, before we had sex on the futon, he asked if I had condoms. Since I wasn't expecting to sleep with a total stranger, no I did not. So wearing only a garter and black stockings, I ran upstairs where the couple was. Everyone else had left. I was holding my shirt in front of my breasts, but everything else was left completely exposed. I asked the wife if she had any. She has a whole boxful.

I grabbed one and went back downstairs.

He completely pounded me on that futon. And a bar across the middle of the seat was right in the center of my back and that's how I got the deep tissue bruise. I cannot sit back in my car seat or at work because it hurts so bad. It's swollen there too. But at that time, in the moment, it barely registered what was happening to my back because of what was happening between my legs.

He was a wonderful lover. At the end, he pulled off the condom and came on my stomach. And he brushed my hair back so he could "see my beautiful face" and I sucked his fingers into my mouth. They were covered in cum and he tasted so very nice.

We snuggled for a bit and then he asked if I had another condom. Oh my goodness. Quick recovery. I went upstairs to use the restroom and to seek out more rubbers. I guess the wife heard me in the bathroom and she snuck downstairs with the box of condoms and to lay out the bed in front of the fireplace. It was just the futon mattress and pillows and blankets. I went into the bedroom where the husband was in bed and I crawled under the covers with him. Still only wearing the garter and stockings and nothing else. Not even a shirt to cover my breasts. I kissed him for a while. And I apologized for not doing what we had planned. He kept saying it's ok because how often am I going to get the chance to sleep with a Croatian man?!? Eventually, I asked where the condoms were. He told me to turn on the light and we looked around. He was completely naked, standing there in front of the closet and I wanted to take him downstairs with me. But his wife came back and told me she had already set us up downstairs.

She was very cool about the fact that I was standing in her bedroom mostly naked and her husband was completely naked and we were digging through the drawers and cabinets. She just sent me along my way so she could go to bed. Showed me where the other firewood and restroom were and left me to my own devices.

I laid down on the floor with Mr. Stranger and we started kissing again and talking. I noticed that he had big love bites on his shoulders from me. I did not intend that at all but with everything going on, I guess I was biting and sucking harder than I thought. When I saw those, it dawned on me to perhaps ask if he was married. Thank goodness he wasn't. And then I asked if he had a girlfriend. He said he did, but she lived in Arizona and he liked her, but didn't love her and I guess she loves him. He's not too keen on that. He said in this wonderfully forlorn sounding voice that he's only been in love twice and both girls broke his heart. It was sweet and sad.

With the kissing and touching, he was hard again and he slipped on the condom. I was sore and lack of lubrication was a problem. I ran upstairs one more time to ask for latex friendly lube. I went back to bed and slathered some on me. He pulled me to him so I was spooned with my back against his front.

Then he took me anally.

I was surprised because he was very conservative in everything he did. When I tried to lick his balls, he was twitching and at first, I thought he liked it. But then he stopped me and said no. I asked why not. He couldn't come up with the word and then poked me in the ribs a couple of times and said it was like that. He was ticklish. I giggled and stopped what I was doing. I also tried to at least rub his ass a little with my fingers but he immediately reached out and stopped my hand from creeping closer to him. I got the hint.

So for him to press the head of his cock against my ass, I was taken by surprise. But I told him to go slowly and he did and then he fucked me hard that way, cumming in the condom and my ass.

It was close to 5:30 in the morning by then and I couldn't keep my eyes open any longer. We snuggled up and slept for a couple of hours. I woke up and we tried one more time in the morning, but unfortunately, with the friction damage from the condoms on my pussy, I was having a difficult time of it all and we had to quit. We both got dressed, exchanged numbers, and thank our hosts profusely. He walked me to my car and was so very sweet in saying goodbye. Gentle kisses on my lips and eyes and telling me he'd like to see me again.

I had a wonderful weekend. Exhausting and my body is paying for it but it was worth it. Every bruise was worth it.

Blondage adds.....kinda reminds me of my honeymoon. *wicked grin*

Sex and the Single Girl update!!!!

Blondage says....mmmmmmm......update from my friend SG on her adventures!!!!

Well, this weekend was bad and good.

I guess I'll hit the bad part first. I was supposed to meet the Husband in his office on Friday. I was very excited and unfortunately, he had clients show up at the last minute. He stepped outside to call me and give me the news. I was very disappointed, but he was worried that I would give up on him permanently. I reassured him that he has a life and so do I and things come up. I wasn't going to stop seeing him just because he had actual work to do in his office!! So nothing on that front.

Then, I had set up a rendevouz with the man who has canceled twice and stood me up once for a total of 3 occasions. Hmmmm, what should we call him? Mr. No-Show. That's applicable. He's so very good looking. And sincere in a way. And one time he canceled because I was on my period. I wanted to meet him anyway and make out and maybe give him some oral but for some reason, he's hung up on this "perfect meet" thing, so he said no. How many men do you know would turn down a blowjob like that? I like giving oral and was disappointed that time. Anyway, we had this meet set up and due to circumstances beyond his control (and this one I completely understand), he couldn't make it. I figure the gods are trying to say something so I told him that it's probably best if we give up. I'm tired of being all turned on, looking forward to finally getting together with him only to be disappointed again. It's too much.

So I dug around in my dresser drawer and found some old toys that I don't play much with anymore. I watched a lot of porn this weekend and had way too many orgasms. That was the best I could do. Oh, I also came over the phone for a friend of mine who I've flirted with and I've wanted to meet, but his life situation (kids and work) prevents us from finding time to get together. One of these days, I will get my hands on him but until then, I just occasionally have an orgasm over the phone for him. He listens and strokes himself and I can hear him breath hard on the other end when he cums. It's a poor substitute for real sex though. Sad weekend.

But then Mr. Oral came back into town. Yippee!! I wasn't sure where things stood between us. He canceled on me and I wasn't entirely positive if he wanted to see me again. I know it was a big football game and free tickets and all, but still, a girl can wonder if maybe he's just blowing her off, can't she?

He was very flirtatious in chat and hinted that he wanted me to come over tonight, but I was in my new flannel pajamas and drinking wine and not interested in driving that far only to have to come back home so I can get some sleep for work tomorrow. But in our chat conversation he said something that made me smile and gave me hope that things will continue as they are. He said I've made him cum harder than anyone he's ever been with. That's good news. I was surprised to hear it and secretly pleased. I know that the second time we met, the second time he came it started in his right leg and his whole body shook. I've never seen a guy cum like that and it was amazing and quite erotic to watch. Throughout the chat, he said things along the lines of him wanting to see me again and since I enjoy his tongue-ish ministrations and all around great bedroom behavior, I want to see him again pretty badly. So things look great on that front. Well, except for his interest in whether I've met the Husband again or not. I lied and left out the part where we were supposed to meet. I just said that I didn't meet the Husband and left it at that. He mentioned other "boy toys" and I didn't bring up Mr. No-Show either. I don't think he's possessive so much as jealous that I get a lot of chances to have sex because women who meet men are much rarer on that site.

At least, I hope that's what it is. I'd hate to have to give up all my playmates. But then again, if this gentleman wants to make things more serious, he can tell me and we can discuss things. I DID offer to set up a FMF for him. I'm going to call the wife of the swinger couple, the Wife to the Husband that I meet. She plays too and I will ask her if she'd like to meet. Maybe all 4 of us. Now wouldn't that be fun?!? I'll have to think about how to approach her on it. Maybe go through the Husband first. Run it past him, see what he thinks. I don't mind sharing Mr. Oral. He's so very much fun and I know she wouldn't be a threat for taking up more of his time than what he gives me. Yes, that was a bit of jealousy on my part. I'd prefer to be at the top of the list. And maybe that's what he wants too. He is at the top of the list and perhaps I should reassure him of that. Maybe he'll stop leaving hickies all over me. (insert silly grin here)

Blondage says.....that foursome thing.....OMG. That is sooooooo one of my fantasies!!!!

Sex and the Single Girl update :)

Blondage says......howdy Flowers! I hope you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving! Here's an update on Single Grrl's latest adventures. Yeeeeee-hawwwwwwwwww!!!!!!

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What has this Grrrl been up to? Lots of things.

I met Mr. Oral again last weekend. The one before this holiday. I bought a toy for us to use and it was quite delicious. A slim, long, and vibrating butt plug. Lots of settings. Mmmmmmm. At one point, I was on my hands and knees, him standing on the floor behind me and he had it in my ass and a dildo in my pussy and he was fucking me hard with both. I had a very intense orgasm from that.

At another point in our morning, he was snuggled up behind me because my backside was cold. He rolled me over onto my tummy and laid himself on top of me. He had me completely pinned down and he sucked and bit my neck and shoulders. Then forced my legs open with his knees and thrust into me hard and deep. His hands were wrapped around my wrists and all I could do was take what he wanted to give me. It was wonderful to be slightly dominated like that.

We had a grand time and I was looking forward to seeing him the next day. We had plans for me to spend the night.

Unfortunately, I got thrown over for a football game. And since I had left my toys over at his house for the following evening, I am lacking in self-play stuff at my home now. He's gone out of town on a business trip and I won't see him or my toys for a couple of weeks. I am most unhappy about that. And I've learned a valuable lesson!

So to make myself feel better, I've replied to some of the emails from previous meets and I will be meeting a couple of them this upcoming weekend. I'm still trying to settle down the details. What happens is that a lot of the men don't get back to me in time. If I extend an invitation and it takes more than 3 or 4 days to respond, I move along. If they are not that interested, I will find someone who is. One of them, I wrote about him here as Frat Boy, he was very interested in getting together again. He's young and fun. He's out of town right now, so I don't expect to hear from him until later this week. Another gentleman, oh my, he disappeared on me for a long time. He was the very first man I met from that site, and we really hit it off in the coffee shop. Unfortunately, he canceled on me a couple of times after I made an extra effort to meet him. I was mad. He has promised to make it up to me and I will give him one more chance. That's all. If he fails to follow through this time, he's done. I like sex. I do not like expecting some and then not getting any. It leaves me horny and frustrated. And in my case, that's not a good combination.

The invitation has been floated to a couple of other men in addition to the two listed above. Between previously scheduled engagements and cancellations, it's better for me to have too much interest than not enough. I don't want to sit home alone on my weekends when I could be enjoying the company of some hot guy.

So this weekend is looking promising, even without Mr. Oral around to play. Having the greatest sex ever doesn't mean I can't have wonderful fun with other men.

Oh, but I was contacted by that extremely selfish Taker with whom I faked and wrote about and he tried to add me to his network of friends again. One line was written, "What's up?" I declined his invitation with extreme prejudice. I don't want to go back to that lame guy ever again. A bad lay is a bad lay, no matter how good looking the guy. I'll take average with a little extra fur and belly and lots of fun over a smoking hot body and selfish bedroom behavior any day!!

Blondage adds....DITTO THAT, SG!!!!!!!!! Life is waaaay too short for a bad lay!

Sex and the Single Girl - The best sex ever!

Blondage says: Ohhhhhhhhmyyyyygawwwwwwd..... Flowers, I think you are reallllllly gonna lurrrrrrrrrve Single Grrrrl's latest adventure. Holy merde!!!!

The Best Sex I've Ever Had

Right now my pussy burns and aches, my nipples hurt, and I'm practically purring.

I met a man...he's everything I want in one, from his career to his looks to the fact that we have everything in common down to what kind of wine we like and what we want to do in bed. I think I've mentioned him on here before...Mr. Orally Fixated. We'll just call him Mr. Oral. He's a bit older than me, 7 years, but he looks my age. He is incredibly physically fit. And he's tall and handsome and I have to break eye contact frequently when I'm looking at him because he intimidates me a little. Not in a mean way, but in a very masculine and dominant way. I guess you could say he's very intense. And as an animal in the spectrum of animals on this earth, I can't challenge him by staring into his eyes for long. His beautiful blue eyes.

As you can tell, I was very excited to go over to his house. We had already met briefly, face-to-face, to see if we had any chemistry. I had a difficult time trying to keep my hands to myself when I met him. Blondage laughed at me because I was crazy on the phone afterwards (Blondage interrupts: Flowers, I wish you could have heard her! LMAO! WOW!!!!). Giddy and schoolgirlish. And he turned me on. A lot.

So I drove about 40 minutes away to see him at his house. I rang the bell and waited quite impatiently. It took him forever to come to the door and I thought I'd have to get back into my car and go home. He came and let me in and he literally took my breath away when I saw him. Casually dressed in sweats, smelling clean from the shower. I dumped my purse and coat on the chair by the door and he offered me some coffee. He didn't have any creamer, but he added a generous dollop of Bailey's and I added a touch of sugar and it was perfect. We settled on opposite ends of the couch and talked. Just talked. I slid my feet under his thigh because they were cold and watched him tell me about his family and his job and everyday things. He makes me smile. I excused myself to use the restroom after I finished my coffee. When I returned, I kneeled in the middle of the couch, slightly above him, and debated whether I should attack him. I figured he could come to me so I went back to my end and grinned at him. He asked why I was smiling and I said I thought he should come over and kiss me.

He did.

He pressed his weight against me and I could barely stand it because I love the feel of a solid man against me, holding me down with his body. My lips are swollen and slightly bruised right now too because he sucked my lips and kissed me so well, I was grinding on him hard. I ran my hands down his back and under the band of his sweats and discovered he was naked under the sweats. I continued to grind on him as he did the same back. He kissed my neck and lips and nibbled my ears and I panted and moaned under his touch. He stood up and took my hand and lead me to his bedroom. He told me to sit and he put the music on again. Pink Floyd. Great music for fucking, don't you think?

We made out some more on his bed and he got up for something. I can't remember what. But I stripped out of my jeans and sweater and waited for him to return. He took off his sweatshirt and laid on top of me again. I can't describe how it feels to me to have a man lying his full weight and length on me. It is constricting and comforting and it turns me on in a big way. He kissed his way down my body, doing what I like to do...small nips and bites and sucking kisses. I was in heaven. He bit my nipples hard and pinched them to the point where I almost asked him to stop, but he didn't cross that threshold. Just to the edge, but not over. My pussy was throbbing and extremely wet at that point and I wanted his face between my legs so badly.

But he teased and tormented me. It was excruciatingly sexy. He left a love bite (a hickie) on the inside of my thigh with a particularly hard kiss. He licked where my thigh met my hip. I was thrusting at him and wanted to feel his face on me. He finally pressed his chin into my pussy through my panties and I grabbed the back of his head and thrust against the pressure. He pulled my panties off and I finally thought to myself, "Thank God, he's going to lick my clit and make me cum!"

No. More teasing.

He breathed on my pussy. I tried to bring it closer to his mouth, but he would pull away. He licked along the outer folds and I tried to maneuver myself under his ministrations. He was not cooperating. But it was exquisite. He breathed on me again and with the lightest brush of the tip of his tongue, he finally touched my clit and I moaned so loud I could feel my chest vibrate. He continued with the butterfly brushes on my clit and it was making me crazy. I was whimpering under his tongue.

He finally added more pressure and then let me grind on his face. He had a 5 o'clock shadow and it hurt but felt oh-so-good at the same time. He worked me over a while and then I begged him to let me ride his face. He laid down on his back and I straddled him, facing away from his body, balancing my fingertips on the wall and feeling his tongue slip into my pussy. It was amazing. My pussy is raw from riding on that rough beard growing in, but it is a very good and wonderful ache between my legs right now.

I told him I wanted to suck his cock too, so I turned around into a 69. Mmmmmmmmmm, a different feel on my clit, and a cock under his sweats. I kissed his belly and worked my way closer, cupping his balls through his sweatpants and brushing my thumb on his hardening cock. I pulled back the band and flicked my tongue on him a couple of times. I could feel the vibrations of his rumbling growl through his mouth onto my pussy.

I licked down across his pubis, across his balls, and towards his ass. He lifted his legs up so I could reach him where I wanted and I tongued his ass. He was twitching under me hard. Every stroke of my tongue made him jump and I moved back and took him in my mouth. He was big, bigger than the other men I've been with so far. Wide and hard to take in all the way. I licked my fingertip and probed his ass gently while swirling my tongue over his cock. He too likes the weight of a person atop him, so I had both hands free to stroke his skin and cock and balls and also fuck his ass with my finger. I took my time easing a finger in, pulling it out occasionally to lick it some more, to lube it up. I massaged his muscle a bit then got my finger all the way in. I crooked it and stroked at his prostate with the tip. He started thrusting at me and making noises against my pussy and I bobbed my head faster and moved my finger in and out slightly as I urged him to cum with my fingertip. He was still eating my pussy, but I was so focused on what I was doing that I lost track of anything other than the pleasure I was feeling from his tongue rolling circles around my clit and his urgency in my mouth. He came and I swallowed everything. He has a most yummy taste to him.

I have difficulty cumming orally for a man if I don't know him well. I can't relax enough and the men rarely put in enough time to get me to the point where I can't chase the orgasm away with my yearning. But Mr. Oral is just what his name implies. He loves giving oral, no matter how long. I stayed in the 69 position for him because I know he prefers that when eating pussy, but I really cum easiest on my back. I enjoyed everything, even if I didn't feel the build up to the big O. It was delicious. He eventually told me to lie on my back so I could relax and cum. So he and I changed positions and he started working on me again. This time, he slid some fingers into me and fucked me that way as he teased my button with his tongue. I reached down with both hands and pulled my pussy open so that my clit was exposed all the way, the hood pulled back and my engorged pussy wide open to his skilled work.

I came so hard I'm surprised his neighbors didn't hear me. It's been a very long time since I've cum that way and I was spent. Just....limp.

We snuggled and talked and joked around for a bit, until I urged him to roll over onto his stomach. I laid my body on top of his and kissed his neck and ears, running my tongue from the lobe, up along the edge to the top, and back to suck the lobe in between my lips and teeth. I kissed down his back, the way I describe in my blowjob post. He has the roundest, hardest ass. You can tell he works out. At the small of his back, I traced little figure 8s and worked my way to the very top of his ass, licking there and feeling him squirm under me. I grabbed his hips and raised his ass and licked from top to bottom. I rimmed him for quite a while, feeling his legs shake under my hands and biting his ass cheeks occasionally, just to let him know that I was in control.

I moved back up his body and laid along side him, looking in his eyes. He moved me up until he was on top of me, his cock between my legs so he could move his hips enough for it to run from my pussy to my clit and back. He got hard again and he slipped into me. Jesus, he fucked me that way for a while and I was grabbing my own tits and thumbing my nipples and watching his face as I bit my lower lip and told him how good it all felt.

Unfortunately, the coffee caught up with me and I had to go visit the ladies room again. Ugh!

I came back and we were kneeling on the bed, face-to-face and he was gripping my ass and pinching me hard. I was so surprised that I asked him, "Did you just pinch my ass?!?" He rolled his eyes at me and denied and and then pinched me again and laughed. I was winding down and tired and laid on my belly across his bed. He laid on top of me and pinned me down, his semi-hard cock pressed between my ass cheeks. He rolled his hips a little, making me aware of him and I arched my back and opened my thighs so he could slip into me. Mmmmmmmmmmmm, my favorite position. He shifted around though, so his knees were stradding one thigh and fucked me sideways. And then SMACK, he cracked me one on my ass that made me yip and purr at the same time.

He pulled out and I pushed him down so I could give him oral the way I like to do it, with me along his side. I did the same as before, taking my time violating his ass with my finger and then tickling his prostate. He had his head hanging backwards off the side of the bed and he came very hard, me sucking down as much of his cum as possible. Some ended up on the front of his groin and I lapped it up slowly, kissing and sucking on him some more. I licked up his chest and onto the front of his throat because his head was still hanging down. He told me he couldn't lift it, so I cupped my hand behind his neck and lifted him onto the bed, giggling the whole time. He said that one was awesome, but he didn't want to take away from the first time. Then he said he was occupied the first time so this one was better.

Mmmmmmmmmm, that's what I like to do. If a man is happy after cumming, I'm happy. But then again, I was happy from receiving as much oral as I needed and wanted. The whole experience was mind-blowing. I am sore and tired and satisfied. He is on the very short list of men to call back. Him and the Husband. But he knows about the Husband and just to make sure...he marked his territory with love bites on my thighs and neck. It makes me laugh more than anything else. He's all man and he's not very appreciative of the competition, so he did what he could to let the other man know he's been there. I don't worry about those kinds of things, but then again, if Mr. Oral told me he was meeting some woman this week, I think I'd be green with jealousy, so maybe I should keep my Husband exploits to myself from now on. Not from you guys, but from Mr. Oral. He seems to be of the type that he wants me all to himself. And if we move this from sex to dating, I will take that under advisement because he is a desirable and stunning creature, that's for sure.


What made this encounter the best ever? It was everything together. The chemistry, the setting, the very relaxed nature, and the man. It was incredibly sexy to have my lower lip caught between his teeth while he pounded in and out of me as I looked into his eyes and gripped his shoulders tightly. It was sexy that he did every single tiny thing to me that I love so much. It was sexy that he teased me by asking if I was ok and I saw a twinkle in his eye because I was almost speechless at times. It was sexy that he let me do the things I wanted to do to him and he loved every second of it. It was sexy that my all-time favorite Pink Floyd song "Wish You Were Here" came on and I tell him I love it and he says it's his favorite and I sang / mumbled the words against his skin and I could hear him whispering them above my head. All the tiny details that make something stick out in your mind as extraordinary, that's what happened Sunday morning.

Single Grrrrl's Orally Inclined Moves....

Blondage says....I've been pestering Single Grrrrl about writing a post on "Blowjob tips". I think my girls and my boys will both rather enjoy this one! *purrrrrrr*

One of Blondage's readers suggested in comments below somewhere that I should write a post about how to give oral. But I'm reluctant to do it because each man is different and a good blowjob depends on size and situation. So what I'm going to do is describe how I give one and you can take whatever kernels of knowledge you want from it.

I have to preface this with saying that I have certain things I like to do, but only with the permission of the men I'm with. I like giving and receiving rimming, I will slip a finger in a man's ass, things like that. But I almost always ask ahead of time. With the Virgin, I was on my knees in front of him, sucking his cock when I asked if he wanted to try the rimming. He didn't know what it was, so I told him it was me licking his ass. He declined. Which is good because I don't ever want to do something to a man that he isn't going to enjoy. I'm glad he didn't just go along with me because he wanted to please me or allow me to do something I wanted to do, but that he was very uncomfortable with. So on to my orally inclined moves.....

I'm a giver. I like to see a man enjoy himself and I definitely like foreplay, so I like to make out first. Then sometimes, I will ask a man to lie down on his stomach. I will start at his hairline and place soft kisses behind his ears. Move downwards and gently suck his neck. Nibble his shoulders and earlobes. I work my way down from his neck to the small of his back with sucking kisses and tongue swirls and gentle bites. Doing a flat tongue lick from hip, along the ribs, and across the shoulders. Stroking the skin lightly with my fingertips as I work one side of his back to the other.

By this time, he is hard and getting uncomfortable from lying on his stiff cock. I pull his hips up gently so he lifts his weight off of the hardness and I lean down so I can lap at his balls and the skin between them and his ass, slowly working my way closer to his hole. I cup his balls in one hand and pull his asscheek over with the other. I'll lick him from his balls to the top of his ass and back, drawing slow circles around his hole, sometimes working the tip in a fraction. I relax my tongue so it is soft and lick his ass some more.

Then I tell him to lie on his back.

I like lying along his left side, me lying down on my right side, propped up on an elbow and leaning over him. Men like to watch and I notice that a lot of times, he will hold my hair back as he watches my mouth envelope the head and slide down so he's deep throated. I will do that almost immediately, making sure to gently knead his balls in my hand and sometimes pushing his legs out farther because I want to eventually be able to reach his ass. I'll press on the area right behind his balls as I bob my head in very short strokes, the head of his cock back behind the roof of my mouth, the tightness of my throat around him.

I pull back so that the flat of my tongue is pressed right onto the rim or edge of the head. There's a spot...I can't describe it other than to say it would be right where the center of my tongue is when I'm in that position of on my right side and lying along his left. But I've noticed that most men I orally please are very sensitive there...it's a "push button" spot. I stroke my mouth up and down his cock, keeping my tongue tightened and firm and firmly pressed against him. Sometimes I'll swirl my tongue in circles as I come up his shaft. I keep a very slight suction and try to relax my lips, but keep my mouth as closed as possible....slow and steady, listening for any changes in his breathing. With my hand, I will lick the fingers and slide them up the crack of his ass, probing gently for what I seek. I press at the center and start making circles...small and tight at first then bigger, pressing more firmly.

I'll press right in the center, continuing to bob on his cock with a steady rhythm, lots of tongue work, and deep throating. I love feeling my lips pressed up against a man's pubis. If I feel like I'm going to gag, I'll back off a little and go back down. I'll slowly work the tip of my finger into his ass, feeling that tight, smooth muscle. Sometimes, I'll slightly crook my finger so that the tip is against the muscle hard and I'll move in and out slightly, massaging it, feeling it clench and relax. After I've worked my finger all the way in, depending on how familiar a man is with that sort of penetration, I'll either gently fuck his ass with my finger or just use my finger tip to stimulate inside.

At this point, I've usually moved up into a sitting position or the man has moved me around into a 69. That frees up my other hand, The one that I was leaning on, so that I can grab the shaft of the man's cock and start stroking in time to my mouthwork. I will pull my hand up until my fingers bump the sensitive ridge on the head.

At this time, a man is usually so into The Zone that an accidental brush with teeth or a brief pause because my mouth is getting tired is ok, but I always quickly go back to what I'm doing.

When a man is starting to cum...when he has crossed the point where there's no stopping or going back, the head of his cock swells and flares out in my mouth and I increase tempo on everything until he's spurting his load in my mouth. I swallow most of it, but if it is a bit too bitter to swallow, I will let some of it dribble out while I continue to suck until he indicates he can't take it anymore.

And that, Ladies and Gentleman, is how I give a blowjob.

Sex and the Single series...

Blondage says...ok, my hissy fit is over. You've been very good Flowers, and SG sent me something new to post for you. I am sooooooo making out with you people in my mind....xoxoxoxoxo

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I'm still searching for that elusive thing.

I don't know if I'm a difficult lay or if I'm expecting too much or what. I've struggled with whether I was going to guest write on what happened last weekend. It makes me sound a wee bit whiny, to be honest.

I met up with the friend of a friend that I had written on before. We call him Mr. Missionary. He works that position quite well, if you recall. I think I may know why he likes that one in particular. He can control pace and speed and depth that way.

Anything else, and, how to say this delicately....he doesn't last as long. Let's put it that way.

In my experience, the more often a man orgasms within a short period of time, the longer he lasts before the next one. That personal myth has now been shattered.

Things went like this:

I went to his home. We chatted, slow danced a little, made out. I dragged him off to his bedroom because I was pretty excited to see him and he was pushing all of my buttons. Lots of neck kisses and touching the skin on my hips and back and belly. That first time, yum, lots of foreplay, a little short session of oral for me, and in the missionary position where he worked it well. I was close to cumming but couldn't catch up to him (this may be the story of my life) and it ended with him thrusting hard and deep but no orgasm for me.

I was staying at his home overnight, so I knew there would be plenty of opportunity for me. I was wrong.

Later in the afternoon, we were waiting for dinner to finish and distracted ourselves in the bedroom. I enjoy giving oral. I love feeling a man thrust his hips at me when he's deep in my mouth. I get turned on by how hot a man becomes from me sucking his cock. The thing is, I get so turned on from it all that I almost always want to climb on top of his hard cock and slide him into me. Which is what I did. And when I started riding him, I looked down into his face, with his eyes closed and a look of bliss, and I knew. His hands were on my hips, urging me faster and faster and then he grunted and pressed down on the curve of my waist and stopped me, so I started grinding and grinding on him, back and forth. But there was no orgasm for me to be found in the grinding. This session lasted about half as long as the last one. Which caught me by surprise, but hey, we had all night, right? Again, I was wrong. When he said he couldn't keep up with me, I should have believed him.

A couple of hours later, we were snugged up in his bed and I was kissing on his bare shoulder and chest. He grabbed my hand and placed it on his quickly stiffening cock. Yay for me! We kissed for a little bit and I rolled over with my back to him. I pushed my upper body forward so that I was more angled towards him on the bed, with my ass pressed hard onto the front of him. I pulled off my underwear and guided him into me. I don't think he liked that position because he lifted himself up a little and forced my hips down so I was half on my side and half on my stomach. Mmmmmm. I pulled my legs in, slid them between his, and got into a face-pressed-into-the-pillow doggy. He was pounding away at me and I gasped at him to stop and let me grab my vibrator because at that point, I was rubbing on my clit and had to cum badly but I knew that the fingers weren't going to work quickly enough. This part made my girlfriends laugh when I told them. He's slightly hard of hearing. He did not hear a word I said. So he kept going and a minute or two later, he was collapsed on my back after cumming for the third time. (Imagine a very big sigh here).

It was still very early in the evening, so I figured we'd nap, fuck, nap, fuck, sleep. Fuck some more the next day. We both woke up at 4am and I started with the oral again. I climbed on top again. He came really fast again.

And that was the last time for my visit. I kept waiting for him to try once more, but he was giving off distinct "disinterest" vibes. He stayed in bed until 7am, while I got up, showered, drank a pot of coffee, watched tv. He got up, I kissed him goodbye, and I left.

I'm not sure if I'm asking too much of the men that I'm picking. Are none of them willing to put in a little extra time to make sure that I have at least one glorious moment of screaming and grabbing the sheets? I know some men are very much against going down on a woman in which they've already shot their load. I don't know why, but it's pretty common. So why don't they try to get me off first? Am I doing this to myself by expressing my urgent need to be fucked? I think it's ok for a man to say no, I want to please you first. I want you to cum for me and then I'll fuck you. It's ok to leave a woman begging to be filled up even as she cums on your face and tongue.

I'm still seeking for that man who will make me wait or who will build me up and up and up and give me what I want only after he's toyed with me a little. Only after he has me begging.

Sex and the Single Girl - The Virgin Chronicles

The Virgin...

I have naughty plans for him. We met for lunch on Sunday. He is young and sweet and oh-so-eager. And he probably belongs right here because he went on a tiny bend about liberals and their aversion to guns. This young man is a gunsmith. I didn't know those existed anymore, but apparently there is a trade school out in CO that one can attend and learn how to do all those things a gunsmith does. And I got a feeling that he leans towards the Republican side of the aisle. Which is a good thing.

Anyway, on my drive home, I sent him a text thanking him for joining me for lunch. I was still on the fence about meeting him for sex because of his special circumstances. He replied back saying something about looking forward to seeing me again. I responded with a "Are you sure?" What I meant was was he sure that he wanted to lose his virginity this way. With me, someone he met online, not someone he was dating and thought maybe he was in love with. He asked if it was a trick question. Very cute.

So in all the back and forth correspondences we've had over the past few days, I'm going to meet him. He is house-sitting and we will have the whole home to ourselves. I plan to stay the night over with him. This deal with him still carrying the V-Card makes me think he deserves more than a few hours of fuck-and-run. I've asked him what kind of things he would be interested in doing. He had already asked me if I like anal. Lucky boy, he got himself a girl who loves it. Which tickled him to no end. And as for anything else, the best he could come up with was the reverse cowgirl position. I think I can handle that.

His inexperience shows, but that's ok. After our weekend together, I think he'll have a better idea of what he likes, doesn't like, wants more of, and wants to try. I've also made arrangements for testing and to get the results in time to show him. I asked if he wanted to use condoms or to go it without. To alleviate any concerns on his part, I offered to get tested and to give him the results so he can truly enjoy himself. With me, I'm not too worried about his STD status. ;) I get tested regularly anyway, but this is a good way to make things very fun for him and me. I also told him that I love sex. He doesn't have to fear trying to get me in the sack just-one-more-time because I'm pretty much always up for that. If he wanted to fuck non-stop with breaks for food and water, I could do that. I think I left him speechless because all he could come back with in email was a grinning emoticon and "that's all I can say to that."

Should be an interesting break from the older, more experienced men. And hopefully I can impart the importance of foreplay to him. I've had some disappointments in the foreplay part recently and maybe, just maybe, for the next girl along The Virgin's path, he'll be well schooled in the art of fucking and making a girl cum.

Blondage says...something tells me his future playmates are going to be quite pleased with The Virgin's schooling. *grin*

Sex and the Single Girl series....

Blondage says....another hawwwwwt post from one of my dearest friends, known here as The Single Grrrrrl. Her adventures continue to inspire me and make my naughty bits very, very happy. Enjoy, my pretty Flowers! Oh -- and did anyone notice -- five posts in a row this week??!?! Damn it's great to be back!!!!!

I like sex.

No, really, I do.

And now, I know I have no "Off" button either.

I was supposed to meet the husband of the couple I've been writing about after work yesterday for some making out. I thought I didn't have enough time for sex, but making out is fun, and it would be a great way to get comfortable with each other and to whet our appetites for when we can meet again. We have been emailing each other (with his wife's benign supervision and occasional email note to me thrown in as a post script to his) and we wanted to meet sooner, but the time constraints weren't working out well. I mentioned that maybe Friday, after work, we could meet up again for just a little while and he came back with, "Come over to my office on Thursday and I'll close the blinds and we can make out."

So yesterday, I went to where he works. It's pretty close to where I work and I was there within 5 minutes. His office is stand alone. No receptionist's area or anything like that. You walk through the door straight into where he sits all day. There is a small, armless wingback chair and his desk and lots of filing cabinets. I leaned against one of the filing cabinets and we just chit-chatted for a few minutes. The he walked over and pulled the blinds closed. I asked him if his clients would be a bit suspicious and he said no, his office closed at 4. Then he reached over and locked the door. My heart started to pound when he did that. He stood right in front of me and kissed me.

We were standing and making out when I felt him press against me and he was rock hard. And not wearing any underwear. I couldn't help it, I had to touch him through his jeans. Which led to me desperately wanting to take him into my mouth. So I did what guys like us girls to do...I dropped to my knees in front of him. I opened his jeans and his cock sprang out. I licked him from the head to his balls. I think he fucked his wife before leaving for work today because I could smell and taste her on him, especially his balls. He shaves, which is very nice, and he wasn't too big nor too small. He was just right for deep throating way in the back of my mouth, which I did. I took him all the way in and just moved a little forwards and back so that my throat was tight around the head of his cock. I could hear him moaning above me. I gently pushed on his hip to guide him to the soft chair and asked him to sit down.

I worked him over for a little while and he was trying to reach down the scoop neck of my t-shirt to get to my tits. I pulled off the shirt and he slid down my bra so that he could lick and suck on my nipples. I whispered that I really wanted to strip off my jeans, pull my panties to the side and ride him. He said, "Not until I taste you first."

I don't think a woman has ever gotten out of her clothes faster than I did when he said that. I sat in the chair, but I was slouched down and I opened my legs to him. Oh, his wife has trained him well. He licked from my pussy to my clit and swirled around it softly and I threw my head back and took it all in. After a few minutes of that, I couldn't stand it anymore. I asked him to fuck me. And he did. Oh how he did. He was very intense and very hard. When he slid in, I was in heaven. I was diagonal across this too small chair with my shoulders and head hanging off and my arms above me, braced on the floor. I had my legs straight up in the air and locked together at the knees. I close my eyes during sex so I can concentrate and enjoy the feel of everything. I opened them and in the space between my calves, I saw he was watching my face intently during it all. Which was very sexy.

He got close to cumming a couple of times and backed off. Slowed down. I wanted to cum too so I started rubbing my clit after we changed things a little and I had opened my legs up wide and had my feet on the floor. He pulled out and started giving me oral again. Then he rubbed my clit with his fingers and watched my face again. He was perfect with the pressure. But I wanted to cum with him in me, so I asked if he would fuck me doggy style. I got onto the floor, which is carpeted and thrust my ass into the air. He fucked me while I played with my clit. I felt his thumb pressed right against my ass. Then suddenly, he pulled out of me again and started rimming me. I hope no one tried to come to his office at that moment because I got a little loud at that point. It felt awesome.

Unlike some women, I like anal. So I asked him to fuck me in the ass. He asked if I was sure. Oh yes, I am completely sure that I want to feel your cock sliding in and out of my ass! He took his time and eased in slowly. Jesus, that felt so good. And it must have felt good to him too because as I was really starting to get close to cumming, I could hear him above me getting louder and louder. I was trying to catch up, but I knew he was getting to the point of no return and I wasn't going to be able to cum with him in me. He pulled out and shot his load on my ass and back and I even felt some get into my hair.

That sex, even though I didn't have an orgasm, was great. The whole thing was very hot and fantasy feuled. Fucking in an office is probably at the top of most people's lists of things they'd like to do. I didn't mean for us to go that far. Both of us had set it up as a precursor make-out session, but I have no stop button. Get me started and I'm begging to have you in me. Afterwards, we were kissing and kind of giggling at each other and at how we ended up going much farther than expected when he said, "I was wondering if we were going to be able to just make out. Now I know the answer to that." He also said he is looking forward to our next meet up even more because he knew I'd be hot in bed, but I'm much hotter than he expected. Which made me feel a little better after that last disaster with the man who took and took and took.

As I was leaving, I mentioned that he gets to tell his wife all about it when he gets home and he said that he's looking forward to doing so because she was going to be very turned on. I sent him an email and thanked him for the wonderful interlude and he wrote back and said he had told his wife everything and indeed, she was excited by what he described. Since she has total access to the same email account/profile, I feel comfortable with knowing that she is aware of everything. I plan to call her some time and make sure, just in case, and also to let her know that if she ever wants me to walk away, I'm gone. It's her call, not his.

Overall, I give this sweet husband of another woman 7 ass smacks and a "C'mon back here anytime, sugar!" I'd give him a higher number, but I think our next get together will surpass this in a serious way, so I have to leave room at the top for that.

Sex and the Single Girl...II

Brace yourself Flowers. Here's the low-down from my single friend, who had her first "Adult Friend Finder" adventure last night. Oy.

How do you spell "lame?"

J-A-C-K-I-N-G O-F-F!

My first experience in picking up a gentleman online and having sex with him did not go as well as expected.

I just reread that sentence above and it sounds slutty, doesn't it? Oh well, as a girlfriend told me last night, "You gotta blow a lot of frogs to find the prince."

I'm going to hit the highlights.

The man I met last night is the one who contacted me to come watch him and his buddy. The straight one of The Pair. His friend is out of town until early next week and he asked if just the two of us could meet. I thought that was ok because it makes it easier to introduce a third. There's a small comfort level associated with already having slept with someone.

For safety reasons, I don't have strange men over to my house. So we made arrangements to meet at a hotel. He said he would pay for it, but he didn't know this area. I went ahead and reserved and paid for the room and he was going to reimburse me. I was going to offer to pay half, because I wanted it too.

I get checked in and text him the room number. He comes to the door and I let him in. My first thought was, "Not bad looking. Not great looking, but not bad either." And he was big. Tall. I want tall. I like tall. It's sexy to be able to reach up and cup a hand behind a man's neck and pull him down so I can kiss him.

There was an instant of awkward but it went away when he leaned down for a kiss. The Blonde here told me it would be that way. How everything is alright after you kiss. She was right.

The start of the games was wonderful! Kissing. Mmmmmm, I miss the dancing of the tongues and the sucking of the bottom lip the most out of all the foreplay. Breathing hot breath into each others mouths. Breaking away to kiss the hollow of the neck and to exhale the words, "I want you."

He leaned back so he could look at my breasts and he rubbed his hands across them. All I could do was moan. I started tugging on his shirt, trying to get him out of his clothes. Eventually, he was in a t-shirt and underwear and I was in my tank top and panties. We started kissing and touching each other. When he slipped a hand between my legs, I pushed him towards the wall and threw my leg around his hip and tried to grind on him. I couldn't help it.

He was rock hard against my other leg and he spun me around, threw me onto the bed face down so that I was bent over the edge. He got on his knees, pulled aside my thong and licked me from my clit to my ass.

I shuddered and started making noises I didn't even know I could make. Unfortunately, he didn't devote much time to that and stood up to go get "cleaned up."

I grabbed his hardness through his underwear and pushed him onto the bed so I could suck his cock. As soon as he got his underwear off, he started stroking himself.

I didn't know the stroking himself would be the theme of the night. I took him in my mouth and he was so hard. He grabbed my thigh and pulled me so I would move my pussy up closer to him. I stopped what I was doing and begged him to put his fingers in me. He slid 2 fingers in and oomph! I started grinding and fucking his hand. Oh god, that felt so good.

I let him get up and clean up before we continued what we were doing.

When he came back out, I told him to lie down on his back. I started working him with my mouth again and I pushed his knees up and out. I licked down the shaft of his cock, licked his balls, and then moved lower. I've never rimmed a man. But this one repeatedly said he loved it and so I did it. He was breathing hard and babbling things at me about how good it felt. He started stroking himself again.

He told me to turn around into a 69. Yummmy, love that!! I brought my hips around and straddled his face. We played like that for a little while and then he asked me if I wanted him to fuck me in the ass.

"Oh yes."

Since I don't do it often (not by choice), I told him to go easy and slow. He put on a condom (remember, The Blonde's Pretty Flowers, SAFETY FIRST), and I grabbed the lube. While he was doing his thing, I lubed up my ass. He was distracted and it felt good to get myself ready for him.

He tried to ease the head of his cock in. I was too tight. I had brought my clit vibrator and I thought getting more relaxed and close to cumming would help ease it along. I was on the edge of the bed in the doggy position and the vibe on my clit. He started to fuck my pussy first and then tried to penetrate me anally again. He finally got into me and oh god, did that feel good. He stroked in and out slowly so I could adjust. I came after a few minutes and was enjoying the feel of him in my ass. He asked if I wanted him to pull out.

"No, that feels great. Do you want to stop?"

This is the point in the evening that things went sideways.

His answer was, "It's too tight."

I must say that his answer caused much amusement amongst the couple of girlfriends that I told when I had to give the after action report.

We didn't realize there WAS such a thing, nor did we realize a man would EVER say that.

I don't have much more to tell about this. I know the story is long, but I wanted to capture that first couple of moments accurately. After that point, it was a lot of him jacking off and me trying to participate and help, but it ended up being more of a solo gig. At one point, he even pulled his cock out of my mouth so he could rub his own self. How rude! I was using that, thankyouverymuch! If I'm doing things wrong or something, give me clues, hints, tell me!

So in the end, as a final round up, I got stuck with the hotel room bill, I came once, I got a bottle of wine out of the deal because we forgot to crack it open, and I have a new story to tell about the guy who kinda lost his erection in my ass because it was "too tight."

All in all, I would rate this experience as 4 timid ass smacks and absolutely NO "yee-haw" at the end!

Sex and the Single Girl...

One of my dearest friends has recently become single. She is dipping her toes back in to dating, and I think she is off to a hell of an exciting start. Everytime she tells me about her latest adventures, I always think, DAMN! What a great blog post that would make!!!! I BEGGED her to start writing for me, and she has AGREED!!!!!! Yippeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!! So, this first post is an introduction, and a hint of what is to come from my sexy, fearless girlfriend!

Hello, all. I guess you're wondering who I am and why I'm writing here on Perverted Republican. The Blonde and I have been friends for ages. She's been through some ups and downs with me, and right now...things are looking up for this here single girl. My adventures will begin soon and I will be guest posting some of them here and we both thought I should introduce myself. But I couldn't come up with a good nom de plume. So you guys can come up with suggestions in comments.

I am a single mom. I am a HORNY single mom. With limited dating time and an incredible need to get laid.

So I turned to a sex/swingers site. The traditional online dating sites weren't doing me any good. The long dance of getting to know someone and then trying to meet and then maybe, eventually getting naked with each other was too much. I want to feel a man's touch NOW, not in 6 months, once he gets over his shyness or whatever. So I turned to a place where we all have our cards on the table. Or so I thought.

Come to find out...the women DON'T have all their cards out. Most of 'em are looking for the eternal email buddy. The titillating verbiage but not the titillating touch. And although they are very pretty to look at, with hot photos and skinny little asses, they're not looking to meet in real life. They SAY they are, but from what I've heard from the men so far, the girls who actually DO are few and far between. And since I try to respond to those guys who interest me, I have been inundated with invitations. Real invitations for some innocently naughty or down and dirty fucking.

And guess what? I've accepted a few of the invitations.

I met a man just to see if we clicked. We did. In an amazing and scary way. I want him badly and we're trying to work out the logistics of a get together.

I also got a mind-blowing proposition the other day. See, my profile points out that I'd be interested in seeing a couple of bi-curious men. I love men. The way they smell and taste and sound. Two of them would be even better, right? And if we were ALL together, that's less pressure on ME to do as much work and ummm, to be honest, I think it's kinda hot to see two men touching each other.

So I heard from a straight guy. Who has a bi-curious friend. And these two sometimes watch porn together.

It's the perfect set up for me.

The games with one of the pair I will be meeting started last night.

We were emailing some of the things we'd like to do. The original invitation was for me to watch only...but it all went wicked in email.

"What do you want to do? Would you like to join us? Help us rub each others' cocks?"

"Oh my. Yes, I'd love to do that. You'd let me get in there with my hands and tongue?"

"Oh gawd, I'm so hard thinking about him rubbing my cock and me watching you play with yourself and sucking his. I saw you like rimming. He and I were just talking about how much we like to do that to women. Would you let us do that to you? I'd like to lick that tight ass of yours and watch him while he licks and sucks on your pussy at the same time."

At that point, I almost came just thinking about it all.

I ended up in my car where my phone was recharging and listening to him as I got myself off so he could hear me.

The game is afoot!!

You'll be getting the details of my male tail-chasing here. I think it all will start this weekend.

Are you as excited as I am to see what happens?

In the meantime, could you do me a favor and try to think up a good blogging name for myself?