About four years ago I met a businessman. He was married, I was married. He had two kids, I had two cats.
We had a mild dalliance; he came round a few of times and did what he does best. He went down on me … for hours. This might sound boring, but really it isn’t. We played with toys, did a little anal and I came many, many times. Being a sub/switch he is more than happy to exercise his tongue.
Then he separated from his wife for a time and I visited him. I stopped his and my visits when one day I got out of bed the day after one and couldn’t walk. I felt like I had been run over by a bus. My back ached, my arms felt like jelly, my legs were wobbly and I had a gait like John Wayne. I had been to put it frankly, been fucked raw.
When my husband asked ‘what the hell have you done to yourself?’ I had no explanation and panicked. I went with the ‘I must have slept wrong,’ excuse and tried to straighten myself up. I couldn’t do it. I didn’t love my husband anymore, but I couldn’t continue to cheat on him. I had to stop playing around while I was still married.
Over the last couple of years, The Businessman has remained in my mind and we have often just asked how each other are. Two nights ago he came online and told me he’d left his wife for good. Did I fancy getting together for some fun?
I’m seeing him tonight, and I’m going sub.
Tuesday, November 27
The Policeman
I’ve always had a thing about men in uniform. What healthy woman doesn’t?A couple of months back I started chatting (online) with a policeman, slightly younger than me, really tall, vanilla but keen to explore. We chatted about allsorts of stuff including the inevitable, sex. I have suggested meeting on a couple of occasions, and as he lives near a beach, ice-cream was a logical pick, or so I thought. He always said no and that he was shy. But he did email me a picture of his cock.
Turn out he just wanted a shag. So I’m meeting him on Sunday.
Tuesday, November 20
The Amateur Porno Star
About three weeks ago I got an email asking if I fancied filming a couple having sex. I thought about it and thought, What the hell! I responded and an email conversation started. He sent me photos of him and the girl, he told me what he did for a living, he told he’d starred in a few Japanese pornos and had published photos in porno mags. He sent me a photo of himself and I shivered with repulsion. Not my cup of tea. Long hair, skinny and drives an old grey jag.
Anyway, today I was having an instant message conversation with him. He opened the conversation with ‘I’m horny, fancy having sex.’
I politely replied with, ‘No thanks, I’m at work.’
The conversation carried on for sometime with talk of peeing and more about videoing then I suggested getting together for a drink to discuss in more detail. We arranged a day, a time and a place. Then he asks, ‘can we speak on the phone before then?’ I say I prefer to meet then give out my phone number as I have had bad experiences of giving my number to strangers before. This was the first time a phone call had even been mentioned.
‘Well, I’m not meeting you if you’re not serious.’
What the hell? ‘At what point did you get the message I wasn’t serious, I’ve just arranged to met you for a drink?’
‘Grow Up!’
Now please correct me if I’m wrong, and I could very well be, but what the hell made him say ‘grow up’? Was it my arranging to meet him in a grown up location? Was it my not giving a stranger my phone number? Or maybe it was my warning him earlier in the conversation that I don’t generally sleep with people on the first met up.
He had the last words, ‘Grow Up.’ Because I believe he was talking about himself and no matter what I have to say he has to do an awful lot of it.
How weird!
Anyway, today I was having an instant message conversation with him. He opened the conversation with ‘I’m horny, fancy having sex.’
I politely replied with, ‘No thanks, I’m at work.’
The conversation carried on for sometime with talk of peeing and more about videoing then I suggested getting together for a drink to discuss in more detail. We arranged a day, a time and a place. Then he asks, ‘can we speak on the phone before then?’ I say I prefer to meet then give out my phone number as I have had bad experiences of giving my number to strangers before. This was the first time a phone call had even been mentioned.
‘Well, I’m not meeting you if you’re not serious.’
What the hell? ‘At what point did you get the message I wasn’t serious, I’ve just arranged to met you for a drink?’
‘Grow Up!’
Now please correct me if I’m wrong, and I could very well be, but what the hell made him say ‘grow up’? Was it my arranging to meet him in a grown up location? Was it my not giving a stranger my phone number? Or maybe it was my warning him earlier in the conversation that I don’t generally sleep with people on the first met up.
He had the last words, ‘Grow Up.’ Because I believe he was talking about himself and no matter what I have to say he has to do an awful lot of it.
How weird!
Thursday, November 15
The Corporate Suit - part III
He’s reappeared. He’s asking to come round tonight.
He’s been absent for over a week, then an email yesterday informed me he’d been travelling without access to email. Should I swallow his bull and agree to let him in my house?
You know what, I think I will, if only to see his amazing body naked and get a foot massage.
Update 1233 16-11-07 - He didn't come round, he texted me at 8.30 saying he was bushed as he'd just left the office and didn't feel like he could worship my feet effectively. Then he rang me and we had phone sex while I described what I was going to do to him with my feet. It was fairly satisfying, but not as good as the real thing.
And Yes…I know, it’s possible that he’s really not that into me.
Update 2117 26-11-07 - All became clear today. He's got back together with his girlfriend. She thinks his foot fetish is disgusting and he doesn't find her feet attractive, so all is well in the extremely fucked up world.
He’s been absent for over a week, then an email yesterday informed me he’d been travelling without access to email. Should I swallow his bull and agree to let him in my house?
You know what, I think I will, if only to see his amazing body naked and get a foot massage.
Update 1233 16-11-07 - He didn't come round, he texted me at 8.30 saying he was bushed as he'd just left the office and didn't feel like he could worship my feet effectively. Then he rang me and we had phone sex while I described what I was going to do to him with my feet. It was fairly satisfying, but not as good as the real thing.
And Yes…I know, it’s possible that he’s really not that into me.
Update 2117 26-11-07 - All became clear today. He's got back together with his girlfriend. She thinks his foot fetish is disgusting and he doesn't find her feet attractive, so all is well in the extremely fucked up world.
The Writer
I met him months ago. It was a random encounter while I was still married. In fact I think my larger half was with me. We were out with some friends at a pub. The Journalist was there with his friends and in the way pubs are everyone was mingling and chatting. I got chatting with the Journo.
He’s younger than me, works in a field I’m interested in, had a girlfriend and reminded me of my larger half in many ways. But he wasn’t completely repellent. We parted ways at the end of the evening with a ‘see you around.’
And see him around I did, at pubs, clubs, concerts and even the movies. We always shot the breeze and if was alone (which I frequently was, even before my separation) he would buy me a drink or popcorn and have a chat.
Now, here’s the thing. This guy will only ever be a mate. During the course of my chats with him I have discovered that he has ‘issues’ and I don’t want, need or desire to make those any worse and I certainly don’t want to sleep with him (despite encouragement from mates) and then leave him. I don’t want to add to the hurt.
I think I may have issues myself; I care too much about feelings. Why can’t I do what a girlfriend of mine does, fuck ‘em and call ‘em a cab?
I think I may have work to do.
He’s younger than me, works in a field I’m interested in, had a girlfriend and reminded me of my larger half in many ways. But he wasn’t completely repellent. We parted ways at the end of the evening with a ‘see you around.’
And see him around I did, at pubs, clubs, concerts and even the movies. We always shot the breeze and if was alone (which I frequently was, even before my separation) he would buy me a drink or popcorn and have a chat.
Now, here’s the thing. This guy will only ever be a mate. During the course of my chats with him I have discovered that he has ‘issues’ and I don’t want, need or desire to make those any worse and I certainly don’t want to sleep with him (despite encouragement from mates) and then leave him. I don’t want to add to the hurt.
I think I may have issues myself; I care too much about feelings. Why can’t I do what a girlfriend of mine does, fuck ‘em and call ‘em a cab?
I think I may have work to do.
Wednesday, November 7
Fyshwick Sex Shops
A friend of mine and I went down to Canberra at the weekend, or to be more specific to Fyshwick to visit the sex shops. The visit to Parliament House, the bird on a stick and the wineries were a nice diversion, but I was on a mission. I wanted a strap-on!
After asking the advise of a few mates that I know have spent time perusing the smut purveyors of the ACT and coming up with, ’I only know how to get there if I’m driving,’ and ‘Ohh there’s a really good one near Harvey Norman.’ We decided to go in blind.
So here, I pass my knowledge to you;
Hello Sexy – Corner Gladstone/Wollongong Street : New and with a great selection of shoes, outfits and video/dvd. Currently not a huge selection of toys, but loads of stocking and leather wear.
Adam & Eve – 107 Gladstone Street : Huge, claims to be the largest sex shop in Australia. Seemed to be unpacking still. Massive selection of toys, books, magazine, games, you name it, they had it.
Fantasy Lane – Molonglo Mall : more of a gay sauna than a sex shop. Heaps of gay porn on VHS and dvd.
----- Ranch – Molongo Mall : Can’t remember the first part of name, but you see it as you drive in. Seedy place with mostly videos and a few blow up dolls.
XXX Adult Shop – Gladstone Street. This unimaginatively name shop was just as it promised. An adult shop, but it had more prank stuff than toys or crops.
There was another one too, but I can’t for the life of me remember what it was called, but it was just across the street from the Molongo Mall exit on Newcastle street. It was small, but had a nice selection and a really cool logo. It was also conveniently next to a hobby shop. Ironic really!
And yes... I did acquire a strap-on, plus I got a Rabbit, a small suede flogger and a couple of books. My friend got a lovely new cock vibrator.
After asking the advise of a few mates that I know have spent time perusing the smut purveyors of the ACT and coming up with, ’I only know how to get there if I’m driving,’ and ‘Ohh there’s a really good one near Harvey Norman.’ We decided to go in blind.
So here, I pass my knowledge to you;
Hello Sexy – Corner Gladstone/Wollongong Street : New and with a great selection of shoes, outfits and video/dvd. Currently not a huge selection of toys, but loads of stocking and leather wear.
Adam & Eve – 107 Gladstone Street : Huge, claims to be the largest sex shop in Australia. Seemed to be unpacking still. Massive selection of toys, books, magazine, games, you name it, they had it.
Fantasy Lane – Molonglo Mall : more of a gay sauna than a sex shop. Heaps of gay porn on VHS and dvd.
----- Ranch – Molongo Mall : Can’t remember the first part of name, but you see it as you drive in. Seedy place with mostly videos and a few blow up dolls.
XXX Adult Shop – Gladstone Street. This unimaginatively name shop was just as it promised. An adult shop, but it had more prank stuff than toys or crops.
There was another one too, but I can’t for the life of me remember what it was called, but it was just across the street from the Molongo Mall exit on Newcastle street. It was small, but had a nice selection and a really cool logo. It was also conveniently next to a hobby shop. Ironic really!
And yes... I did acquire a strap-on, plus I got a Rabbit, a small suede flogger and a couple of books. My friend got a lovely new cock vibrator.
The Corporate Suit – part II
I’m confused. After a week of frenzied emailing and a couple of phone calls all’s gone quiet. I’m not hurt or broken hearted or anything, after all I had very little invested, but that doesn’t stop the confusion.
A girlfriend and I spent a couple of hours taking saucy photos of my feet at the weekend for him. It was actually really good fun and I had a glimpse of what models have to put up with. I sent him a couple and he seemed to enjoy them, but still there has been very little for the last few days and last night mid chat he logged off after saying he’d be right back.
A girlfriend and I spent a couple of hours taking saucy photos of my feet at the weekend for him. It was actually really good fun and I had a glimpse of what models have to put up with. I sent him a couple and he seemed to enjoy them, but still there has been very little for the last few days and last night mid chat he logged off after saying he’d be right back.
I could make excuses for him, he’s been at a conference (no, really he has), I’ve been going to bed really early (I’ve been unwell), he’s tired…etc. etc… but I should also realize that he also had very little to gain from it except a really nice pair of feet that I was willing to put anywhere and I’ve already sent him some pictures for his viewing pleasure. My own fault I suppose.
We all live and learn – no picture sharing until after first play.
We all live and learn – no picture sharing until after first play.
The Banker
Had lunch with the Banker today. I really can’t see it going anywhere near the bedroom, but I think we could be mates, oddly I think he agrees. I didn’t feel any chemistry. He’s predominantly dominant and so am I, so it could be very fiery if not downright awkward.
Ohh and he's mostly gay.
Back to the drawing board.
Friday, November 2
The Drummer
About three years ago I saw a band play in a restaurant. I was drawn to the skinny white guy playing the drums, not my usual type at all. This year this band has been playing in my home town a fair bit and generally getting about, and so I have seen them a lot. Well, because I’m at most of their concerts they have come to know me a little and nearly always acknowledge my presence.
I’ve brought them drinks and had conversations, but seeing as they are all outside my lower age limit I have never, and would never go there.
Last night I went out of my way to see them, travelling to another town, far away to partake of their particular brand of music. They were good as they always are and the audience (even if it was Very odd) seemed to want them to come back. Anyway, after I was chatting with the drummer about drum sticks and realised something. Although in the past I have been tongue-tied and star-struck when in his presence, I have grown to respect him on a level that is reserved for very few people.
He has a talent that extends beyond the band he was playing with last night. He has a solo effort that is highly successful and has won major awards. He works like a dog, touring around Aussie and various other countries with the band and solo, radio and magazine interviews, singing and drum playing, and yet he still has the time to shoot the breeze with fans.
He isn’t good looking, he’s skinny and getting skinnier (I think) because of his crazy schedule, he has an odd hair do, his teeth aren’t perfect but always seem to be revealed through his big wide mouth frog smile and generally he’s scruffy. But still I find him sexy, really really sexy, I get the lust flutters and sweaty palms, even when he’s playing and dripping with sweat.
But at the end of the concert that changes, my feeling change and I just want to hug him, take him home, wash his shirt and feed him a giant steak and chips and let him know I’m there for him. I hope his fiancé does that!
I’ve brought them drinks and had conversations, but seeing as they are all outside my lower age limit I have never, and would never go there.
Last night I went out of my way to see them, travelling to another town, far away to partake of their particular brand of music. They were good as they always are and the audience (even if it was Very odd) seemed to want them to come back. Anyway, after I was chatting with the drummer about drum sticks and realised something. Although in the past I have been tongue-tied and star-struck when in his presence, I have grown to respect him on a level that is reserved for very few people.
He has a talent that extends beyond the band he was playing with last night. He has a solo effort that is highly successful and has won major awards. He works like a dog, touring around Aussie and various other countries with the band and solo, radio and magazine interviews, singing and drum playing, and yet he still has the time to shoot the breeze with fans.
He isn’t good looking, he’s skinny and getting skinnier (I think) because of his crazy schedule, he has an odd hair do, his teeth aren’t perfect but always seem to be revealed through his big wide mouth frog smile and generally he’s scruffy. But still I find him sexy, really really sexy, I get the lust flutters and sweaty palms, even when he’s playing and dripping with sweat.
But at the end of the concert that changes, my feeling change and I just want to hug him, take him home, wash his shirt and feed him a giant steak and chips and let him know I’m there for him. I hope his fiancé does that!
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