The Businessman

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.

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.

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.