In a rare moment of clarity, I’ve decided there’s no point in marking anything “Not Safe For Work.” If you’re here, either you don’t mind your co-workers knowing about it, you can’t be caught or it just doesn’t matter what they think.

In any case, here be SEX! You’ve been suitably chastened.

I have a definitive preference already when it comes to fake pussies! It occurred last night.

Although nature has taken me out of play for a couple of days, I made sure Jack was going to have a good time. The male masturbator we used is not the “fleshlight” kind. It’s soft and tube-shaped, which I find has a certain distinct advantage. As I was having an orgasm myself from watching the lips of the toy move up and down Jack’s incredibly hard cock, I had such a bright idea! It seemed unfair that Jack wouldn’t feel my orgasm, despite hearing my happy sounds. So, I decided to try to simulate an orgasm with the toy.

Great idea! The soft material allows me to make it shudder, and with two hands I could make it contract in a sequential way, like the contractions that move up and down inside me during a real orgasm. It worked. Jack said, “It feels like it had an orgasm.” Success! Take that, fleshlight!

1. Describe the perfect date?
I love not knowing where we are going, but I am asked to dress up (not white tie, but more than daily business wear). He is dressed well, jacket, groomed, smells nice. It does not have to be expensive or public, It does not have to involve a big meal, but there should be a bit of alone time promised in there somewhere (even if it is at my/our/his place afterwards).

An intimate dinner party or a nice dinner with another couple is also nice. The intellectual stimulus and the inevitable laughing all prime me for sex later.

2. Favorite sex position?
This seems to be changeable. I used to really like to be on top, straddling Jack, facing him. I think in the early days with Jack that meant I exercised some control. Now lately he occasionally uses some power positions, like a modified missionary, where I am dangling off of the side of the bed, or tied and bent face down over the end of the bed. These are really appealing to a deep-seated submissive need of mine. I also have always been a fan of plain old doggy style when the penetration is deep and hard. On sleepy mornings we lie nearly perpendicular, Jack on his side and me on my back. That one is comfortable and has just that perfect amount of grinding. It is easy in that position to reach down and feel him entering me with my fingers, too.

The best sex is whenever we simply jump each other, desperate for a good fucking. I just want him in me, on me, fucking something, RIGHT NOW. That is the kind almost worth putting sex off for a day or two until we’re good and desperate.

Favorite fantasy position? Being eaten or played with by a girl while Jack has his way with her and me or perhaps I am between his legs playing with both of them while she is on top.

Mmmm, I need a moment.

3. Favorite toys?
Ooooh, I am enjoying each and every toy almost to excess. Vibrators are really just wonderful. Bullets, rabbits, whatever! I am sure I can find a nice place for anything you can think of in couples play. Strangely, I am not all that interested in playing with them while alone. I suppose if there is a time Jack is actually away… Well, we will have to see. Oh! I bet they would be awesome in phone/video sex. I like the ben wa balls while alone! I guess the only limit I have is size – there’s nothing about a 14-inch cock that doesn’t say “ouch” to me. I am not a big girl.

The njoy is fucking amazing. Really, that one is almost too much to take. There is not a moment when I am not coming, recovering or building to come again when that toy is in my ass. I still feel throbbing in my ass long after it has been removed. If that little plug is in my ass and Jack fucks my pussy with literally anything, I come immediately and really, really hard. I am absolutely out of control.

I have also become fond of the play pussies – watching, licking, and moving one of those over Jack’s cock is a real  treat. The way the lips move and drag up and down his cock is mesmerizing. He likes it, too (I can tell).

4. Sexy things that attract you?
Confidence, carriage. When a guy looks like he knows who he is and in happy with his place in the world it just oozes from him and grabs my attention immediately. If he is not a total dick, he keeps my attention. Broad shoulders don’t hurt, either. Chest hair, just peeking above a shirt is hot, too.

I am not attracted to women, per se, but there is this move that women do occasionally, where long hair cascades over their face as they are looking down. Sometimes they have to smooth it back. I find myself staring at that.

5. Do you lean more toward being submissive or dominant?
Sexually, I think that one is obvious. In business I am definitely dominant. I own my own business and in my daily dealings with others I control a lot. In bed I want to be taken completely. Lead me to bed, take off my clothing, push me down, tie me up, spank me pink, make me beg, tell me what to do, hold me down and fuck me to exhaustion. Whee!

6. What do you wear to bed?
I used to wear nothing. Then children made that inadvisable. Now panties, a loose deep-V T-shirt, a camisole or something similar will do.

7. Are you exhibitionist?
Physically, probably not. I am also not interested in seeing pictures or video of myself. Even when I was young with the pre-pregnancy, tight, athletic body and perfect skin I was indifferent to pictures or videos of me. I am not sure that anyone else cares to see a picture, either. However, horny enough, I guess I just would not care who is watching as long as I am getting sex and lots of it. I do want to share what is in my head.

8. Have you or a partner ever faked an orgasm?
I haven’t. I have always been a little too orgasmic. Any sex play will do to get me off at least once. I don’t know that anyone has faked one with me. With a condom, I suppose it is possible, even for a man. I usually can keep going long enough that even a desensitized male generally has time to get off. I don’t think I have ever been to bed with someone that wasn’t fully turned on, again hard to hide in a man. I have known some occasions when the guy just did not have more to give, but had sleepy fun for a while anyway. We did not have to fake anything to just agree that it had been nice but we were both spent for the night.

9. Unusual thing that turns you on?
For some reason I am horny after some movies. I don’t know why and there is no gauging what kind of move will set me off. There is something that makes me all ready to go. It does not have to be in a theater. A movie at home, at a friend’s house, a park will all do, too. Personally I am not all that fond of theaters, mostly because of the strange smells, sounds and habits of the other patrons.

So we brought a lot of toys, flavored lube and a case of wine on our trip. What ended up happening? Well, we were so busy that we fell into bed exhausted. We did manage to have a steamy fondle one morning while the young child watched cartoons on the TV. We quickly realized that there was a lot more tension and desire built up than could be satisfied by hand. We practically ran to the shower, turned on the fan and the high-powered shower head. I don’t remember undressing, I think the clothes just flew off. I turned around, bent over and Jack took me from behind, hard. I don’t doubt that despite the efforts to cover the noise, we made enough to be heard. Luckily, the older child was away at college.

In the early days we had roommates to avoid. We also worked together every evening on writing projects, so we would often have other collaborators nearby. The sensitive nature of some of the projects led us to have more of a secret relationship for a while. I am sure people knew we were close, but we did not want to let in just how close, just yet. For a while, we did not even know how close we had become. The long hours together were often grueling. Back rubs were freely passed around for the people that were in their 8th and 10th hour of writing/typing, so back rubs between the two of us were not unusual.

One evening Jack and I were working alone. We had just managed to transfer an enormous document over the network from my system to his for editing. I was fairly well exhausted and slumped in my chair. He came over and massaged my shoulders. Something about his touch was electric. I started to sweat a little, and I began to tremble. Jack noticed. Suddenly he leaned in to give me a kiss. He took a chance, not knowing that I was very interested in him. I kissed back. Around 7 years of pent up interest, curiosity, and passion was transferred in that kiss. It was a long and deep. I would not have been able to stand afterwards, weak in the knees would have been the least of my problems. He pulled away and we just looked at each other. He sank to a chair next to me and and said nothing. I turned to face him and said “This is going to be complicated.” We were both healing from the break-up upheaval of other relationships, with people we both knew fairly well.

Soon after the kiss we would sneak out of the apartment and later my house every night, usually somewhere between 1 and 3 a.m. We’d find a secluded country road. My little red car happened to have quite a large cockpit area so there was room for two on the front passenger seat. We would be so hot for each other that the car would already be steaming up on 3 or 4 mile drive the drive to the right spot.

Usually before I pulled over to park, Jack’s hand was down my pants and he was fingering my soaking wet pussy. Ever since then I’ve had a fondness for being fingered with my clothes on; it brings back that sense of an illicit liaison, not being able to wait one more second. I would have had his cock in my hand if the car was not a stick shift…  Once I did pull over, it did not take long before my clothing was on the floor or the back seat. Usually my shirt was still on, but my bra was either removed or open. I wore a lot of tiny, lacy front-closure bras back then! I would quickly climb on top, impale myself on Jack and we would fuck until the car was hot. In the winter the windows would be frosted over on the inside. The arm rest on the door and the center console pocket were amazingly good (and durable) knee supports. We were frequently passed by farmers and others using the country roads. I don’t think anyone mistook us for people having car trouble. Besides the silhouette of a half-naked girl bouncing on the passenger, I am sure the car was seriously rocking.

The car offered fairly limited options for sex positions, but we definitely tried quite a few. We tried the back seat and even the floor of the back hatch. It turns out that automotive carpeting is very abrasive. Live and learn. The upshot of what had to have been over 200 girl-on-top car fucks, we had a long time where actually having an opportunity to adopt the missionary position was a bit of a luxury and novelty.

I am definitely thinking that the new little red sports car needs to drive to a country road (much longer trip) on one of our date nights.

We’re taking a long weekend together. We have four days in a beautiful house by a mountain lake. We did bring along toys, lube and laptops. The wine is flowing freely. We’ll have something sexy to post, soon.

Have a good weekend!

I have learned that I have a critical mass while watching porn. It has to be the good kind – with the sexual activity not clearly fake and very little of the stupid dialog. There is a point where I have been watching tits bouncing and men slam their dicks against nice tight round asses for long enough that it makes me just lose control. I don’t even have to be touched or moving, I just lie there and come.

I think I understand the attraction to some porn where there is just a bunch of violent jackhammer fucking, I like a hard fucking, but that is not necessarily exciting for me to watch. Ditto anything with real violence, not sexy. There was one the other night where the action was believable and the guy was very energetic and enthusiastic. He did not just fuck her a lot, he ran his hands all over appreciatively. He was even kind enough to spank, caress, kiss and nibble on her ass while she was sucking him. When he played with her tits, he looked like he liked to explore them, he did not just look like he was trying to pop water balloons. He gave her a reach around while he fucked her from behind, thoughtfully giving her clit a little attention. Yeeeesss.

I also like when the guy makes pleasure sounds. It makes it seem like he is having a good time and not just getting his rocks off in some otherwise unappealing chick. I also learned that the final release where you are just waiting for two people to finally hook up is pretty satisfying. You just want her to finally get fucked, you don’t care if it is the guy she arrived with or the guy sex-crazed in the next room with the hot wife helping. When she finally came, I came.

I am completely taken with a position where I am flat on my back in the bed. Jack lays on top, pins me and keeps my legs together with his knees. Actually, it lends itself well to more bondage, where my thighs, ankles are tightly bound together.

His cock probes slowly, between the soft top of my bound thighs, coaxing open my shaven cleft. I have the unbearable need to spread open but I can’t. Slowly, he dips in and out of my now fully engorged lips, with the head of his cock dredging through the spreading wetness and against my swollen clit. I struggle on the edge of orgasm, trying to control it so I miss none of the sensation of him moving up and down my outer pussy. It feels somewhere between sweetly illicit and completely depraved, as if we are not allowed to be fucking, as if penetration were forbidden. We get more and more erotically entangled, just can’t help ourselves. We grind harder, the tip of him partially entering my hole, increasing my desire to spread and swallow him entirely within me. So now I try to press my legs together more, feel more of him moving in and out. I try to encase his shaft in some way. I am unbelievably wet and amazingly slick. I lose control and come. He manages to hold on a little longer, savoring my orgasm. He climaxes and covers the outside of my hungry cunt with his cum.

As he rolls to lie next to me I reach down with my fingers to gather some of his gift, now slowly flowing on my lips and down my ass. It feels so wonderfully warm, wet and a bit sticky. I can’t help but bring my hand up to lick each finger clean. I imagine that if this were a forbidden encounter, I would have to use my panties to wipe away the evidence and hide them until they could be rinsed clean. Perhaps I would discard them nearby.

I open my eyes. It is late morning and the sounds of smaller footsteps drum over our heads. I look over through a cloud of hair and he is awake, shirtless and on his side. He is laying on his bent arm, watching me with his bedroom eyes again. Glinting blue and black, willing me awake. He takes in a deep breath and lets it out slowly. “Hi.” When he looks at me like this, it always gives me a jolt at the center of my chest, and up my spine.

I smile, stretch and take inventory. He waits, knowing it will take me a few moments to fully spin up. I can feel that my cheeks under me are still pink. My stomach, arm, thigh and shoulder muscles are tight. My wrists feel as if there is still something holding them. I am not sore, but sensitive. I am enjoying the feeling. I flex and stretch to fully delight in it. I think of how I earned every bit of it and my usual morning arousal heightens. I rub my legs together, arch a little and the sense of need rises. My tight boy-cut panties appear to be trying to escape on their own. My legs are as usual uncovered, and when I throw aside the light sheet over my torso, my lacy tank has climbed up to become a flimsy bra holding back hardening nipples. He looks at me, smiles that sly little crooked grin and says “Oh, Hi!” I turn towards him and find my voice. “Hi,” I exhale.

We calculate the amount of time we have until the smaller footsteps will come skipping towards our room. We are hidden behind bookshelves, buying us time to duck and cover. We waste none of this time.

We went out with a group to a neighborhood bar-type restaurant for dinner yesterday. We were a bit rowdy (the fun kind, not destructive) and had a great a waiter that was happy to play along.

Lately I do look younger. I come from a genome that has the bad manners to remain rather young looking until we are in our late 70s. Even then, we tend to look about 10 years younger than we are. I also do have a new hairstyle from a very talented young hairdresser and it does compliment what tends to be halo of long banana curls and waves, all doing whatever they want on my head. She has also added layers of auburn and dark brown color to the blonde, which oddly makes me look younger.

Something about our recent daily fucking seems to be removing more signs of age. So for my skin-care regime I recommend getting a lot of time screwing (and blowing) a hard cock.

So back to dinner, I ordered a gin and tonic (tell you later why these are especially yummy to me). He carded me (teehee). I do not look under 21. I thanked the young man and showed him my ID. We like to tip waiters well, but he got a very, very good tip.