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Drunk Fucking Ain't Worth a Damn. It's true
Posted:Nov 18, 2020 11:16 pm
Last Updated:Nov 20, 2020 7:01 am
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I can’t feel my legs. Or actually, I CAN feel them, and they feel....heavy. It’s been sooo long, but I went the gym with a friend of mine two days ago and we squatted like crazy. It wasn’t my max but it was close it, but it was the volume though. I think we completed 10 sets of 10 reps for squats alone. Then there’s a few other leg exercises. Now I’m sitting here waiting for my work call start and my entire lower half feels like dead weight. 

At least I’m working from home. I like working from home. I haven’t been dressed day and I’m still productive. Lol. Stepped out of the shower this morning and just didn’t feel like putting anything , so I didn’t. Actually, come think of it, I haven’t been clothed since I got home last evening. I wonder how long I can keep this .... . Although I need prep dinner soon so that might change...cooking nude is...or can be dangerous. 

Being nude day does have it’s other dangers. We have a wooden bench in the corner of the balcony. I usually don’t sit on it but was trying hide in the shadows early this morning when I was sitting there with my coffee and I had a splinter stab in the ass . I managed pull it out but it still stings. Hmph. Anyhow. 

The husband and I went out for a wedding dinner last weekend. It was an ex colleague of ours so we both knew him, but this person was more the husband’s friend than mine. I've always thought he was a bit of a shmuck so i wasn't really interested in going, but the husband insisted so i literally dragged my feet the whole way. When we got there, we had make small talk (ain't that the worst though?) with some people that i knew and i've always found that be easier  do when i'm mildly intoxicated.

SSooo....i kept hounding one cute waiter to keep refilling my glass(s). It was a bad idea from the get go, but they were serving champagne and whiskey before dinner kicked off so that's what i had. Then my evening was saved slightly when the husband's golfing instructor/buddy of his showed . We ( 3 of us) had a thing going for a short while but i had quite that cos, as cute and funny as he is, gawd damn he has some serious issues. Granted, we do, but his was clearly not something we (the husband and i) were willing put with so we kinda distanced ourselves from him for a while. But! Here he was, in his devilish charming glory. 
Anyways. By the time we were seated for dinner, i didn't even realise I had switched wine, and was switching between my whiskey and wine glasses in front of . In hindsight, I don't remember seeing anyone filling it . I empty my glasses, put it down, reach for them again and it's filled again! MAgic! lol
At our table, i was sandwiched between the husband and his friend, and they were talking about something else entirely when i interrupted their conversation by saying how no one really wants be here. Weddings are boring. . Now, at that point, i knew i was getting be mildly inebriated but i was still consciously aware of what i was saying. I was in that....happy stage. . I'll spare you on what exactly was said at the time cos the husband was slightly annoyed, but he essentially asked what I'd rather be doing instead of sitting there and drinking, cos he mentioned I was clearly "enjoying myself", in air inverted commas the way people do when trying be sarcastic.

It surprised that I actually took a few seconds to think about it, before replying quite calmly, “I’d rather be at home sucking dick”. That caught him off guard, and i could see him clearly evaluating his emotions cos he went from being annoyed to something else entirely. LOL. Before he replied, i turned to his friend and apologised, and changed what i said to "sucking dicks", plural, just so he wouldn't be left out. I was giggling to myself when the husband asked for 5 mins to say goodbye to the groom. LOL
We got and left our table at the same time, the husband heading towards where the bride and groom were, and i headed towards the bathroom. I was walking quite slowly cos i was in killer heels, aaand the room was literally moving by now. LOL. The friend came by and offered his arm so i grabbed it and we went to the bathroom. What i wasn't expecting was him actually following me IN to the cubicle in the bathroom! I had to go so i sat and pee'd while he dropped his pants and stroked himself right in front of me. Which is always a weird sight when you're emptying your bladder -_-  I managed to push him off long enough til we got to the carpark. They were talking the whole time so by the time i got to the car, i was ushered into the backseat instead of the front. The husband then took the keys and i don't remember the journey back at all. LOL  I remember my dress being pulled off before we even left the carpark. Best thing about that was watching the husband watching me through the rear view mirror while i had a head between my legs.  That got me hotter than expected. 

When we got in, i let my dress fall to the floor. I wanted to tell them to sit by the stairs cos i really wanted to suck dicks, but the husband lifted me over his shoulder, walked me the stairs and threw onto the bed. (Which is always fun )  I didn't know if it was that, or the alcohol, probably both, but the bedroom was literally spinning at that point. I tried to gather my bearings but the husband pulled from the ankles, dragged the edge of the bed and started fucking there and then. Don't know if that's what they planned, by they both took turns, tagging in and out fucking missionary. It was almost frustrating cos the room was spinning so much at some point i lost track of who's who. LOL.  It DID feel good, but i was struggling cum. 
The next morning, we were sitting by the kitchen counter talking, i mentioned that i had wanted a dick in my mouth while the other was inside me. They told me i did, and a bunch of other fun things that i really don't remember.  They even told me i kept screaming "deeper! Fuck! Deeper", all of which, of course, i denied LOL. I really don't remember. So....in hindsight, fucking while intoxicated isn't fun. At all. 

The complete inhibition WAS fun, but it would be better off if i actually can remember any of it. I HAVE to remember that next time.
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Boating trip & Big Tits
Posted:Nov 2, 2020 9:26 am
Last Updated:Nov 7, 2020 1:15 am
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Let’s start with Halloween. Naturally there was no big party. It’s not celebrated hugely here (well, not at least 😝) and in these days, even less so. Let’s just admit it, it’s just one more day dress like a slut in public anyway. Lol. At least in the clubs when they were open. Ah well, the times we live in and the good ol days.

Anyhow. I spent Halloween a friends....well, the husband’s friend’s sailboat. It was supposed be a boys-only fishing trip, but one of his friends, the owner of the sailboat, his wife was joining, so then the invite extended out and I thought it’d be a good time cement our make after our brawl, so we went. There were 6 of us in total; the owners of the boat, whom I’ve know for years, another couple (I know the guy well enough, his girlfriend I was meeting the first time) and us. I knew them pretty well cos they were the husband’s buddies, so I knew realistically, there wasn’t gonna be much fishing. Just a fair bit of drinking 😋. I naturally tagged along cos I had secret hopes of getting a good, all around tan.

We sailed out quite far. Well it was far. Far out enough we didn’t see any other boats anywhere near us. the guys helped out during the sail out, and I offered too but seeing how I know fuck about sailing, they kinda declined. Lol. I even offered help out prepping food but there was no prepping while we were moving. The husband then suggested I just go lay out in front and enjoy the ride, so I did. P, the other lady joined and we laid out towels and soaked in the sun. Which wasn’t really there cos it was cloudy. I was thinking about it the whole time so it didn’t take long before I asked P if I could take my top off. Figured it’s her boat too, I’d best ask. She said of course, so I did. She kept her swimsuit on for awhile longer before she too removed them. I could sense the other girl was getting a little awkward so I made it a point to tell her if she didn’t want to, it was okay. She looked like she thought about it for awhile and then took her top off as well, but I really think she just didn’t want to be left out cos she did not seem comfortable at all. Lol.

Either way, the guys didn’t complain. After we stopped, we ended sitting around the main area just drinking and chatting. I don’t even remember when or how, but by the time the sun was beginning set, I had already taken off my bottoms and was sitting around nude. The guy who wasn’t sailing ended drinking a bit too much and he “retired” early. By the time we got back it was already dark and we were dehydrated. It was a good, clean fun day out. 😊. Which reminds - awkward girl was awkward the whole day. Which was a bit odd cos I thought she had beautiful breasts. I’m sure everyone did. The husband sure did 😋. They were large, full, and very even. I’m literally tit envious. Lol
Which then prompted the idea of implants. I’ve entertained the idea before, and I think I’m still on the same page. Of course I’d like bigger, more even, gravity defying tits. But I sure as hell am not willing go through with surgery. And then there’s the healing process. Yikes. Don’t think I can go through of that. 🤷🏻‍♀️

Anyhow. That was Halloween. Not too exciting. No dress this year. Okay...that’s not entirely true. We have been role playing a few times so far, so I Guess that make ip for it...?

Moving 😝
I don’t know what it is about VOLs that really get but I do detest them so. I used just wear seamless undies but they still show. Then it’s thomgs and gstrings, but those show too. So since... god know when. Years ago. I’ve always gone without undies, especially with anything tight, like literally all exercise gear. The issue with that is, it almost always will result in cameltoes. Which in itself shouldn’t be that big a deal, except people make it a big deal. 🙄🙄🙄. I understand the urge to look, but don’t act lo awkward about it. Lol. Some people, I tell ya....

I recently bought tights online. They’re obviously knock offs from a more popular brand. It’s not blatant, but the designs are almost identical. Anyhow. I ordered a few and they came. I wore a baby blue exercise shorts and a matching sports bra to cycle on Sunday. That was the first time I wore them. It was hot AF on Sunday and I was sweating through them in no time. It was about an hour in when we stopped for a drink. It was a double whammy. First , the cameltoe was....intense. Lol. Even I couldn’t stop staring. I tried to adjust but every time I start pedalling, the shorts just buries itself in there. Then the top reacts to sweat by sticking to the skin. It’s supposed to be Lycra fibre but them being knock offs, they were just thin and...well, pokies galore. Of course, after I got going again, and with fatigue setting in, I really couldn’t be bothered but it was almost comical how many heads I managed to inadvertently turn. Heh. So...if you were blinded by a lcameltoe+police combo, uh....wel.greeting!🖖. Lol
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Sex as Therapy? Hmm...
Posted:Oct 22, 2020 6:25 am
Last Updated:Nov 2, 2020 9:29 am
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Fuck. I was halfway through and the page reloaded. This is somewhat what my life is about at the moment.
Had a huge fight with the husband over the weekend. I packed some clothes, took off on Sunday evening and checked myself in a hotel room. I just checked out earlier this afternoon and am now crashing at a friend's place. I think this is a better option for me. Fucking hotel rooms are costly these days. And, I really can't trust myself with myself. Things aren't so bad (I won't bore you with the details) but I think the husband and I just need some time off from each other.

So Sunday night til Monday morning was good. I was productive with work, and I had time to think and process. Then I had a work call cancelled and I went to the pool to relax. Then things got...well, all kinds of fucked up. . I had my phone with me mostly for work, just in case I had to respond to something. But, the mood has been....ok. Three words sum up how I felt at the time. How I'm still feeling, actually.
Frustration. Anger. Horny.

So, deliberately not allowing myself to think, I started scrolling through my contacts and a few quick texts to a few people later, I fixed myself up a nasty cocktail (pun soooooo intended LO of...mindless debauchery.

First was naturally the fwb. Usually our texts to each other are generic, and vague, at best. This one started out the same way.
Me - I'm in this hotel. Come over?
Fwb, roughly 5mins later - Nice. Let me get back to you later today
Me - Need pounding. P O U N D I N G. Won't wait.
Fwb, immediate reply - Done. Be there by 7pm. Won't stay

A few more similar messages went out. A few more replies later, I found myself planning my schedule like I do with work. All of a sudden, I wasn't in a daze anymore, and that was it. I went to the supermarket and got myself some fruits and two bottles of wine, with the intent of it being all for myself. I was in the middle of dinner when the doorbell rang. I went to open it and as soon as he saw me standing there naked, the fwb barged in and closed the door behind him. We exchanged kisses and I told him to go shower, cos he felt clammy. I turned and walk back into the room. Two steps in and he picks me up and throws me onto the bed. It caught me off guard so I screamed

I bounced onto the bed, then Iturned around to face him. He was already kicking off his pants and underwear by then. How the fuck did he move so fast? LOL. He reached towards me, put his hands under legs grabbing my hips, and pulled me towards the edge of the bed. By the time I reached the edge, his mouth was already covering my pussy and he was tongue fucking me. All in one motion. I tried to sit up but every time I moved, he pulled my hips so I fell backwards back down, and he pressed my thighs towards my chest. At some points, I can't even remember if or when he was tonguing my pussy or ass, but by the time he stood up, I could feel the inside of my thighs soaking wet. He pulled my hips closer to the edge again and without skipping a beat, slammed his dick into me.

It. was. hard. I could feel the tip of his dick poking my insides. he just kept slamming his hips into mine. I could feel his balls slapping my asshole. I wasn't even conscious of it at the time, but I started clawing at his chest, digging into it with my nails. He grabbed my arms, pressed them down beside my hips, under my legs, then moved his hands to press my legs towards my head and continued slamming into me. He was pounding so hard, every few seconds, he had to pull me back towards the edge of the bed cos I was sliding up. I could feel my breasts just bouncing around uncontrollably in every direction. LOL. I also couldn't help thinking, at the time, the husband would have loved to see this

I wanted to tell him to pull my hair, and at some point, squeeze my tits, but all I did was moan louder, egging him on. The louder I moaned, the harder he was slamming into me. I looked up at him, and wanted to tell him to turn me over, but before anything, he cupped his hand over my mouth, then felt his thrusts go shorter and faster, then he pulled out at blew his load on my tummy. He then collapsed on me, and then rolled to the side. It was then that I realised that we were both gasping for air. LOL. We stayed there for a few minutes not saying anything. When we both sat up, and he was saying something but I just turned and slapped him in the face. Even I was surprised by it.

He actually looked shocked, and then angry. I just told him to go shower, I'm gonna finish my dinner, then I want my desert by the window, from behind, and he can only leave after he cum on my face. He looked like he was about to say something, but swallowed his words, jumped into the shower and came out smelling good. We sat down, chatted a bit while I shared some fruits with him. While he finished up, I crawled very slowly to where he sat, started with his balls, then sucked him again til he was hard. Second round was good. He lasted a bit longer. There was a lot of hair pulling and ass slapping. I came twice before he withdrew his dick, pulled me by the hair and pressed me down on my knees and came on my face. It wasn't a big load, but at least he kept his promise. I sent him on his way after that.

I showered and dozed off for a bit before my phone rang and one of my ex girlfriend came by. We keep promising we won't see each other after each time but we don't keep that promise. She spent the night. It was frantic. We kept fucking, summing, then falling asleep before we wake after a few hours to do that all over again. So that was my Monday.

Tuesday I went to look for Mr Greek at his restaurant. I'd like to say I was a bit surprised by my own behaviour but I wasn't. I texted him before and he asked me over. I joined the lunch crowd, but it was a bit...weird being in tiny denim shorts and a backless bodysuit, sitting a corner eating alone. It wasn't being alone that had me feeling weird, it was me being Soo damn obvious. It was to be honest, quite embarrassing. But. Nevertheless, got his and a few other people's attention. I actually gave another person my number

He spent the entire afternoon with me back at his place before he had to run off to manage the dinner crowd. I told him he can meet me at my hotel room after he was done, and he agreed. He suggested igo back and rest a little. I agreed. I went back to my room, met up another fwb of mine. He was my first boy toy. The first guy, actually, person who was almost 10 years younger that me. Anyhow. The sex wasn't great. I mean it was physical. But something was obviously lacking. I made him fuck me three times, milked him dry, went for dinner, then back to my room and polished off the remaining wine.

By the time mr Greek showed up, I was half drunk. I feel bad that that was the second time he actually ate me out after I had sex with someone else. It's not....a proud moment, but then again, the entire week isn't a proud moment. Drunk sex is..well, it CAN be enjoyable, but I mostly slept through the night. LOL

He left on Wednesday morning, but insisted he stay to keep me company. I told him I had to work but I had to get him gone. Late morning the fwb came back again, and THAT is always good fucking. I'm at least glad I had a good night's sleep before that. I milked him dry that morning. After he left, I was prepping to check out but got a call from another guy. This is the fob's friend. I don't know if they spoke to one another, or if it was all planned. I didn't care. I squeezed him in in the afternoon.

I checked out after and came straight over to my good friends place. And this is where I'm at. She and I agreed that that should be it. Soo...at least that's out of the system.....riight?

I guess I should update if this was good therapy
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Fuuuuck me. What. A. Day.
Posted:Oct 7, 2020 11:02 am
Last Updated:Oct 22, 2020 4:49 am
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I spent the whole day with the fwb today. He suggested, and I actually thought it was nice so I agreed. I mean, we HAD to do something aside from meeting in hotel rooms, his place or mine so, a day out sounded fun. 😋. We were supposed to go Kayaking, but Long story short, the people we rented the kayaks from told us that my swimwear wasn’t appropriate. 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄. It’s a high cut one piece, and mildly see through...mildly 😝. But I don’t even think it was that. I mean, after putting on the life jacket, you can’t really see. I think it’s the exposed asscheeks that was the issue. Apparently there’s an official law to that too. Fuuuucking ridiculous.

Anyhow. So that fucked up our Kayaking plans. We ended up going for brunch, and booking a hotel room in the process 😝. But anyhow, that wasn’t the point to this blog.

First thing I do when I got to the room, I stripped and jumped into the shower. It was scorching today, and all that running around was...sweaty. I was sitting on the bathroom floor, just letting the water run down on me. Of course he jumped in to join me, and before long I was squatting (I had to squat. He’s a lil tall 😉), he was standing in front of me and I had his dick in my mouth. It started off nice and slow, playing with his balls and all that. Then when I reached up to brush my hair back, he held my hands behind my head, moved me backwards so I was backed up against the wall, and started face fucking me. Then it got a bit more forceful and I had his dick halfway down my throat. Every time I was choking, especially with the running water, he pulled out, let me catch my breath, then shoved it back down. He alternated that with both slapping me with his hands and dick slapping me.

We’ve done that before, but today was a lil tougher than usual. My hands were still pressed behind my head so I couldn’t use them to balance, my thighs were starting to burn, then I felt his foot rubbing up against my pussy. I think it was the surprise of it, I jumped slightly, which prompted him to grip harder, holding me down. I then felt his toes pressing up against my ass first, then moving to my Pussy, and then, I was literally getting foot fucked. Or is that toe fucked. Lol. Whatever it was, fuuuck it was hot! Lol. He alternated between that and tapping my pussy with his feet. I can’t even remember actually showering. He grabbed me by the hair, dragged me out of the bathroom, lifted me up over his shoulders and threw me on the bed.

I let him fuck me hard. Lol. I can’t even remember how many times I came, but fuuuck I came hard on a few of them. He’s a big guy, and he was laying on top of me so heavily I swore I felt like I was buried into the bed. He held my legs up, pushed them to the side, flipped me over, pressed my face into the pillow, flipped me over here and there, all the time slamming his dick into me. Felt like my stomach was gonna turn. Lol. Fuck, that was brutal 😝

I returned the favour later in the afternoon. We came back from late lunch and he jumped right into bed. I told him to bring his head over the edge of the bed, then I walked over, pulled my skirt up high enough to cover his head and sat on his face. I let him eat me through my underwear. After it got soaked through, I took his tshirt off, used it like strap to loop behind his head, and sat on his face again, using his tshirt to pull him tighter in. I also whipped him a few time with his belt, and used it to tie his hands tightly behind his back, all the while straddling him and riding him hard. At some points, I even made him call me daddy. Lol. Which is strange as fuck as I type this, but fucking hell it was hot as fuck when it happened. Lol

I Guess that’s why he’s the fwb. I can’t put my finger on what exactly it is that makes it different from the fun I have with the husband, cos I get up to similar hair pulling, face slapping fun. But nothing like this. I’ve never made anyone call me daddy before. Lol. I e also never been footfucked. 🤷🏻‍♀️
I’m gonna be thinking about this for awhile 😋
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One Eyed Woody and Puppy Noses
Posted:Oct 5, 2020 2:41 am
Last Updated:Oct 7, 2020 11:05 am
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This is embarrassing. I’ve had to turn my phone down during meetings and even be very, very wary when I’m checking my phone for messages cos the husband keeps sending me dick pics. Lol. All I did was tell him how I loved it once. Once. 🙄 The spontaneity of it all. After a few years of being together, we’d still find ourselves doing this. Well, that was what I felt at THAT time. Now is getting a little out of hand. I mean....he IS in his late 50s. For fucks sake. Lol 🙄

Anyways. Two weekends ago we went cycling together. Well, more like I joined him and his regular cycling buddies. One of the reasons why he wanted to go Cycling was, he had just bought a new watch, one that tracks his heart rate, etc. One of them fancy ones. Before we left, he passed me his old heart rate monitor, the one with the strap that goes around your torso and mentioned how it’s be useful to check what my heart rate was. I should have realised what a bad idea it was when I realised how uncomfortable it felt after putting it on. But! Being such....brilliant dumbasses, I brushed it aside. Little did I know.

4 plus hours of cycling later, brushing off discomfort (adrenaline helped), I ended up with abbrasions on my upper ribs, right under the breasts 😑. As a result, wearing a bra has been impossible. Soooo...the past week has been interesting. Going braless all the time isn’t an issue. It’s something I do all the time. But having that imposed on me has been...interesting. I’ve also had to leave the house more. I’m going into the office and/or have meetings outside. I’ve noticed people starring more. That’s a given, knowing how people in this country get quite up tight in the sight of pokies. Lol. Sad, but true. Starting is one thing, reacting awkwardly is another. I can’t quite describe it but.... it’s just awkward.

What’s more interesting is, now that I’m subjected to not being able to wear it, I find myself looking at bras to buy. Like wtf right? Lol. Anyways. This is week two and I’m not even realising it anymore, but a colleague kept pointing out how the waiter kept talking to my right side boob during lunch. Lol. To be fair, it wasn’t a work lunch so we dressed down. 😝

The husband loves it though. We went furniture hunting yesterday and midway through, he made me take off my underwear (he was rather persuasive ..as he can be. 😋) He then went through the day trying to take photos and videos down my top and up my skirt. I was in a short denim skirt so that wasn’t hard, but that’s not the point. I didn’t even know he was into this before yesterday. And it wasn’t even posed shots. Just me going around looking at what we were supposed to look at, and him lurking around with his phone. Lol. He is sooo fucking embarrassing at times. But!! It got him riled up good and uh...the rewards of that was... a surprisingly hard dick. Lol. Who’d have thought. 😝
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End of quarantine - weekend plans
Posted:Sep 11, 2020 1:31 am
Last Updated:Sep 14, 2020 9:55 am
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It’s finally here. The end of our home quarantine. We’ve had two big fights, a few fun fucks in between, a few angry fucks in between, and a heck of a lot of discussion, which is great but also tiring. Then again, what isn’t, right?

This morning’s was a bit rougher than usual. Not the roughest, by far, but rougher than usual. I’m beginning to think the husband is intent on leaving visible marks... 🧐

So anyhow, good thing is, our quarantine ends tomorrow. Good news is also he was swabbed and the results came back negative (makes two of us - I got swabbed when I was prepping to leave the country), and we’ve both not displayed any signs whatsoever so, quarantine ends tomorrow! We’ve been making plans and this is what we’ve come up with:

- the beach
This is really top of my list but I also know IF we go to the beach, I’d be sorely disappointed cos beaches here ain’t the same as the ones we’ve been calling home. Plus it’s the school holidays now, plus the zero tolerance to baring skin here, looks like we’re gonna give that a pass. Fuck I miss Bali😩

- The pool #1
I got a friend who lives fairly close by. I can ask ways out in a cal and go over and laze at the pool in her compound. But! This comes with the need to make small talk and....hand prints and bite marks don’t make for simple conversation. I really am in no mood to explain myself to her 😏

- The pool #2
Well, not exactly. The husband has a few friends he plays tennis with. I know most of them, nice guys. The place they play tennis at has a pool I can use. I really just wanna get some sun. Looks okaaaay, cept if any of his friends’ wives/girlfriends show up then I’m kinda forced to make small talk. Again, not I. That kinda mood.

Also, I found out, I’ve been lied to. From the last party I attended, 2 out of the 4 guys I had met were lying. Long story short, they told me they were all leaving the country, hence the party. Only 2 of them actually left. Knowing my luck, the only one that caught my attention was one of the guys who left. Ive only bothered to keep in touch with him. But the two guys who’re still here have been dropping me texts, asking if I wanted to meet. I’ve been ignoring them so far, hopefully they get the hint 😑
I’ve also made my displeasure of being lied to known to the fwb, who was responsible for inviting me to said party. He has apologised and claim ignorance/innocence. I’m giving him the impression I’m still not pleased, but rather surprisingly, to myself mostly, I’m rather indifferent. 😋

Speaking of the fwb, the husband has been asking if I’m still meeting him, or rather, if he’s still meeting us. The husband has taken up a rather...disturbing (to me 😝) interest in having having the fwb join us in a threesome. Which kinda automatically makes me hesitant on making it happen. Which in turn, is silly cos I’ve been the one who’s been trying to make it happen for the longest time! Hmm....this reverse psychology thing is....troubling. I DO like more hands playing with me, and I DO like more dicks at a time to play with. AND I DO so love these two dicks. So why am I now second guessing myself? 🙄

What was it they say about the best laid plans?

Realistically, we’ll probably celebrate end of quarantine by staying home 😝. Such are times...anyhow. The weekend’s here, here’s hoping something fun comes up for everyone! Have a good fucking weekend! And a good weekend fucking!
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Don’t worry your pretty little head.... 😑
Posted:Sep 7, 2020 8:59 am
Last Updated:Sep 11, 2020 1:27 am
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When the sentence starts that way, you can bet you ass whatever follows is gonna be condescending and sexist AF. be fair, I’d normally never hear the end of that sentence cos I’ll probably jump in midway with a “fuuuuuuuuuuck yoooou!!!”, but being stuck at home again must be throwing me off my game🙄

I was on the phone with a representative from a moving company, trying coordinate moving some of our things from storage back here. It’s not that complicated, we just want a few things moved, not everything. The only issue is neither one of us can be there to supervise which exact items to move. So was trying to explain to this guy on the phone and was specifically trying to get him to guarantee that the actual movers will be gentle cos one of the boxes contain fragile items. That’s when he gave me the line. Mofo. I wasn’t expecting it and was caught completely off guard but after I recovered, which took a good few minutes, I called them to cancel. Fuuuuck that. I’d rather do without our stuff for now. I’ll wait til our self quarantine is over and haul it ourselves. Why can’t people just be pleasant? Fuckwits 😣

On to other news - was talking to the husband (well we ARE stuck in each other’s company so....😝) earlier and was telling him about me Gree The only reason we were talking about him (Greek) was cos he called say he was downstairs and wanted come up. I was like, W. T. F!!

Naturally I told him to fuck off. 😂. First of all, my husbands home. Second, we’re still serving our quarantine, and third, just no. He can’t just pop by when he wants to. For fucks sake make that booty call to check first or something! Right?! Anyhow. I was a bit....ok, a lot pissed off by that, and the husband first asked why I put up with that, and what it was that makes him attractive to me. Fair questions, cos Mr Greek really isn’t the kind of guy I’d normally be attracted to (the husband knows me soo well 😋)

That really made me think, and after much deliberation, I came to the conclusion that the first attraction was cod he was a convenient booty call. He served his purpose. I wanted a fuck and he provided me with one. Pretty good one too 😉. Secondly, the reason why I keep seeing him is, well....I don’t know how else to put this, other than, he’s nasty. Lol

I’d meet him after a full day of work, and I’m clammy and coming straight from the office, and without batting an eyelid he buries his face between my legs, tongue fucks my ass, all of that 😼. The husband is a fairly big fan of that too, but I’m usually too self conscious to let that happen. But this guy, Mr Greek, he’s....well he goes at it, full fucking committedly. It’s....I can’t think of another more appropriate word. Nasty. Lol

I dunno. Maybe that’s a thing. Well, clearly it is now.... Anyhow. The husband is being a real....sport about the whole incident. And the other incidents.... “incidents” that had happened. I feel like I really wanna make it up to him. I don’t know if it’ll work, but I texted his gf to ask if she’d wanna come over (wink wink) after we’re done with our quarantine. I dropped her a text earlier and she hasn’t replied. I’m trying to make it a surprise but we’ll see what happens.

This was a completely random post. Wasn’t planning to post but this came up so...hope your week’s going well 😊. Gotta go. Will post again 😘
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Keeping this short - hubby's happy
Posted:Sep 2, 2020 8:34 am
Last Updated:Sep 7, 2020 8:56 am
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This is a short post. More like an update, really.

I got into trouble with the husband awhile back and he got back over the weekend past. As a result, we're both having to serve the mandatory 14-day home quarantine and we're...halfway though...the first week

He had the option of staying in a hotel specifically set aside to house those having to serve the self isolation. But, we had a brief chat a few days before he left the UK and we decided he'd be better off coming home. That was out first conversation in a week and a half. He was real pissed.

But!! I'm also glad to report that 4 days in and he's fast asleep soundly while I type away, sitting in bed next to him. Didn't take long before he gave in and forgave.

For the record, never, ever, eveeeeer underestimate the power of a good blowjob . LOL. Breaking ice, warming hearts and mending marriages

I might be speaking too soon, but 10 days to go. Looks hopeful
LOL (fingers crossed)
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I guess this is part 2..
Posted:Aug 27, 2020 5:28 am
Last Updated:Oct 22, 2020 6:26 am
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Where did I leave off last? Right. We left the gym, stinking and sweating and drove straight the hotel
There could have been more glamorous entrances but...ah well. LOL Thankfully there was a separate elevator the suites but still....most of the people we passed (hotel staff and patrons) didn't seem too impressed They must be thanking the heavens everyone was wearing masks. LOL

When I got there, I realised that I had been there before. Not the exact room, but the exact suite a long time back. The suite was about as big as my apartment . They had a pool table in the middle of the living room and they had two bedrooms, each with its own bathrooms. There was another girl there who I recognised as a friend of a friend (one of those...what was it...6 degrees of separation?), and she was dating one of the other guys there. But total headcount, together with the fwb, there were 5 other guys. SO 6 guys and 2 girls in . I also quickly found out, that aside from the fwb, the guys, even the one dating the other girl, had their work visas cancelled, so they were leaving the country. This was supposed be their last get together before they left.

SO anyhow. I was gonna be there for one night at best, and one evening at worst, so I didn't pack much. I changed into a strapless dress that zipped from the back and packed another more casual one and that was it. It was strangely tense when I got there. There was tinge of sexual energy in the air, but mostly tense. I later found out that they had just broken the ice between themselves a day before, and now my presence was throwing them off a little. LOL

The casual talk went well. There was no...one upsmanship, nothing negative, so I was really happy with that. Then I joined them for a game of pool and they were trying get drunk, which was cute. Cos they really didn't have . I didn't drink much, considering I've had enough the last few days. It was flirty, yet cordial and polite for the most part. Then as I was waiting my turn on the table, I went and sat on the fwb who started running his hands around my hips. I could already feel his dick hardening through his pants, so I pressed my ass harder into him. He tried to part my legs but I kept pushing his hands away. He got the hint and stopped. What I didn't know was he had pulled my zipper down slightly with his teeth, and that loosened the dress. So every time I went , bent over take a shot, my dress slipped down a little. I thought It was a bit weird my breasts were falling out a little. We laughed about it but nothing came out from that. It wasn't until the couple went into the room that things really kicked off.

They were already making out vigorously the couch in front of the tv, so it wasn't a big surprise they made for the room. I had also found out that the zipper was the way down the middle of my back and my nipples were showing. I didn't know any of them so wasn't about go crazy, but I did leave my dress hanging around my hips and my tits hanging out. Didn't take long before the sounds of the couple fucking in the room kicked things off. One of the guys crept up the door, opened it, peeked in and we saw him disappeared inside. I missed my shot and went back the stool to sit the fwb's lap, only find that I sat the wrong lap. Let's call him guy A. I got but he held down and grabbed my breasts. He was a bit too forceful and I kinda freaked out a lil so I raised my voice slightly to stop, to which he did. Thankfully. I stormed out into the balcony and the fwb followed to check in on me. Guy A came out and apologised profusely and we left it. I went back in and they told me flat out that I could choose and whatever it was, it would be ok. They seemed respectful, so I chose

I told them strip, which they did, and watch. No hands, no joining, just watch. I then told the fwb to fuck til the weekend was over. He pulled my dress over my head, pulled my panties down and carried in a standing 69 into the other bedroom. We stood there for awhile. Well, he stood there. I was hanging with a dick in my face LOL He was furiously eating out so I wasn't gonna stop him. He then swung around, aimed and threw me onto the bed (fuck. Don't you just loooove big guy sex Can't say it enough). He pulled me to the edge of the bed where he slammed his dick into me. (Sorry, you must be sick about hearing how much I like his dick, but... ) Every time I see his dick, I think there's no way that will fit inside me. Yet every single time he pushes in, I pull him in deeper. Took me awhile before I remembered and looked and saw the other 3 guys standing around the bed watching. I made it a point look them each in the eye before pulling the fwb in and whispering in his ear, telling him take charge if anything goes awry. He agreed.

I told him to get off , got him lay the bed so I can suck him off. I turned and told the guys to slap some rubber , then directed guy A behind first. Guy B was the cutest so he laid beside the fwb so I can get know him a little better Guy C was playing with my tits and rotating with guy A behind . This went for a short while before I felt a hot load my back. I turned and saw guy C stroking off the last bit of cum from his dick. I turned look at the fwb and rather unchangingly, he assured guy C had his rubber until he came. I really wanted ride guy B so I pushed guy A off from behind and climber guy B. He was rather cute, and quite quiet, which added his charm I rode him for awhile and maybe I shouldn't have squeezed his balls but he came quite quickly. I didn't even realise until I stopped for a breather and he was already limp under me. I climbed off him and guy A showed and missionary'd , and actually got cum twice. LOL. I guess never judge too quickly. I had the fwb lay beside so I'd have a dick in my face. Im sure that helped. Fwb took over after guy A came and I got him to finally blow his load my face, It wasn't a lot, by his standards, but I kinda expected it considering they must have had their fun before I got there.

I was pretty tired by that point so I jumped outta bed and into the shower to wash off. I came back into the room to see the boys already stroking their semi hard dicks. I bit my lips and laughed and told them I needed a break. Maybe some food. As if on cue, they started looking for their clothes, which made laugh even harder. I didn't see the point of putting my clothes back so I walked out the living area and saw the couple and the other guy in shorts and a bathrobe, sitting the couch. I smiled as I saw them watching walk out naked. The other guys walked out naked behind as well. LOL

We ordered room service and ate in the balcony while we got know each other a bit better. I finally found out who our common friends were with the other girl but she didn't seem too interested in getting closer beyond that. The fwb was eyeing her too but she stuck with her bf and that one other guy the rest of the evening. Understandable considering he was leaving and she wasn't.

I took some time in the bathroom to give myself a quick enema (yeeaaaah..that's what I was going for...) and actually was pleasantly surprised when my cutey guy B knocked on the door, asking if I was ok. I took a good 5-7mins, and he was outside waiting the whole time. Cute AND sweet. Heh.

I opened the bathroom door when I was done and literally grabbed him by the balls and locked ourselves inside for a little one on one time. I found out he's Danish, and works in shipping. He's been in the country for a little under 2 years and that was it. I had him fucking me in front of the mirror and on the bathroom floor before letting him slide his dick in my ass. We weren't discreet, so we had to ignore the knocks on the door til he got me to cum. . In truth, he came first. I had to tell him specifically how to finger me so I came. Thank fuck he's cute as hell.

I went back out and it's been a very, very long time since, but I had a roving dp. It wasn't as enjoyable as I had imagined in my head, but it was still....fun-ish. It was more funny, trying to coordin and seeing how clumsy and awkward they were. But I guess I DID enjoy it cos it was...well, enjoyable. LOL I even had the fwb in the back end while riding one of the other guys. It was....insane. He's....big.

I don't remember how I got into bed but I fell asleep in bed sandwiched between guy A and B. Got woken in the middle of the night by guy B sucking my nipple and remember slapping him off. LOL. We made plans wake early and use the pool but really didn't make it out of the room until it was time check out. Against my self made rules, I actually exchanged numbers with them. They all seemed really nice. Did I mention guy B is a cutey? Fuck. I'm soo smitten by him . He flew off yesterday evening and has promised text when he's back
Go figure.

So continuing from the last post, that is one of the main factors contributing to the husband......being mad enough to not want to speak to . I don't know how long his anger will last, and yes I DO admit that it was....selffish and rather careless of be doing these things given this current climate. And maybe I should have told him before jumping into a pool of dicks. Umm....when I put it that way.

It is what it is Guess I'll find out when he's actually back. This is sooo not gonna be fun.
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I guess this is part 1.
Posted:Aug 27, 2020 4:05 am
Last Updated:Aug 27, 2020 8:37 pm
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boy. Ive got an angry husband coming back from a work trip this weekend. Whats worse is, when he comes back, we both have serve home quarantine for two weeks before we can leave. This is lockdown over again. Except now its kinda like being stuck with an angry bear. Who doesn't want even talk now . This.....is....not going be fun. At .

Literally a couple of weeks ago I was all set going home Bali. We had everything planned. I made enquiries and they, "they" said it was ok travel. So I tied down dates with the husband (who was still overseas) and even made bookings. I called the lady who's keeping our place intact let her know. Made arrangements for food and groceries be delivered cos we wouldn't be able leave the house. Made transport arrangements. The full fucking works. Then one fine day it came out that the borders will remain closed til next year. -_- So on top of my happy bubble bursting, I had to make those same calls fucking cancel. And of COURSE it wouldn't be that easy - plane tickets, amongst many things, are non refundable. They just allow for a postponement. mofos.

Same thing happening with the bf who's admittedly, worse off, being stuck in HK. Realistically, we'll probably only see each other in person mid end of next year. So that was that.

I was feeling really down at the point so the fwb came by help cheer , which was nice. Except his version of "cheering " was a party in a suite with some of his friends -_- He tried butte rme by taking dinner a few days prior the party and spending time with me and of that. But although it was and still is much appreciated, our relationship was never based on that. I flat our refused him at first and that was that. For awhile. He and his friends had the room from Thursday til Saturday. This was last week. He approached and sold the idea the Monday before. Credit tot him, I didn't hear anything from him on Tuesday and Wednesday.

Sidetracking a little -

Wednesday evening I went meet an ex girlfriend of mine. We reconnected a few months back and it's been fun. But, we've also had a few really emotional dialogues between us. Prior to this, she had called me a few...less than charming names (dick hungry bitch, and cock craving , to name a few). Akin to one of my previous posts, she's not entirely wrong. But the emotions attached to the name calling was, as hard for me to admit it, a little hurtful. So Wednesday she offered to cook me dinner as a form of apology, so I went over. We made peace with each other and both apologised and we had a really good time. (Well we usually do when we're not screaming at each other ) We chatted til about midnight when she asked if I wanted to go swim in the pool in her apartment. She lives in a high-rise and the pool was on the 31st floor or something, so the views were really pretty. I agreed knowing I had no swimwear and I really can't fit into hers at all.

We went there, checked it out and there was no one around. Didn't take long before we slipped off our clothes and skinny dipped. The alcohol probably, the stillness of the air, and looking at the night lights of the city (which was very pretty), we snuggled into a corner where she finger fucked the hell outta me. LOL. She is strong. Like really strong hands (did I mention she used to represent her country in powerlifting? yeah, that kind of strong). I actually forgot how strong she was. I swear she finger fucks harder than a lot of guys can thrust with their hips, and I'm not even exaggerating. We were literally splashing water and she made me cum, and she didn't stop and I would have easily cum again when a guard shone a light at us and told us we really couldn't be in the pool after hours. . We went back to her place and I gobbled that pussy LOL I only left in the morning. Thank god we're working from home these days. And gawd damn that girl has strong hands

So that was how my Thursday morning started. When I got back I spent the entire morning taking work calls nude on my couch. I was about the showers and catch a quick nap when I get a call from Mr Greece asking if I'd like for him swing by pick . I had forgotten we had a lunch date. I was a bit tired but figured, what the hell. I showered, threw a dress and left. We went his restaurant for lunch (I only found out then that it was his... don't know why I never thought ask ) and lo and behold, who do I bump into? The fwb and his fiancé. We acknowledged each other with a cordial smile and a nod and left it at that. Lunch was fantastic. I knew I liked Mediterranean food, but damn I've never had any this good before. It was probably the wine too

We even had our own little private room...well, not super private but it was a little room with curtains covering the entrance. It wasn't that much of the wine, but the events from the night before that got me going. Like I said, lunch was good. We didn't even touch desert. It started with a subtle hand my thigh before moving closer and sliding his hand my dress. He was nibbling my earlobe when he told take off my underwear. I didn't even bother replying. I just parted my legs and he slid his fingers over my clit. . He was about slide his fingers into when I stopped him and suggested we leave. We tidied ourselves and left and I saw the fwb still at his table from the corner my eye as I left.

I expected him to drive back to my place cos I've had him over a few times, but instead we drove back to his. I wasn't expecting us to move beyond the booty call phase but I guess when these things take a life on itself, they do so rather quickly. . He's not the best lover by far, but he is hungry . Which is....refreshing for a guy in his 50s or 60s. I should ask next time . The thing is, he's got a thing for feet. I don't mind that much playing with his dick with my feet, but sucking on my toes doesn't really do it for me and he spends way too much time there. I've had to pull his hair a few times to get his head further . And he's also got a thing for peeing. I've tried it only once before and realised quickly it wasn't for . Buuuuut one thing led another and I agreed let him pee in the shower LOL It was also a bit less awkward when he laid the bathroom floor and I squatted over and peed him. Both of which was...a bit nasty for , not in a good way. So that was my Thursday afternoon. I messed two meetings cos of that.

And Thursday night of course, I get a call from the fwb asking me if I had a good fuck (he knows me a bit too well, which is disconcerting ). He also asked if I wanted to join him at a small party in a suite of a rather nice hotel. I told him no still, although I WAS already thinking about it. He left me at that but begged me to consider. Then Friday came and all through the day he kept texting me about a few things, like friends do, but never asking me if I was still interested. I still wasn't sure so I kinda let that hang for awhile longer.

Now the entire week has been one heck of a roller coaster. I thought I was finally going home. Then I wasn't. The bf was finally coming out, then he wasn't. The husband had an emotional outburst. Sexually....I wouldn't call it fantastic...but it was good Emotionally, not so much. SO anyhow. Mentally, I was exhausted by the time I was done with work. I wanted to try out a new crossfire gym so I asked the fwb to accompany me. In some twisted way, I wanted his company as well cos ,well, his dick. Plus I've already somewhat decided I'd really wanted a few good fucks, so I made him a deal. He accompany me to this new gym and I join him later in the night. He agreed

He insisted we go straight to the party from the gym so I packed a small bag. Make , shower stuff, two dresses and a pair of heels (in case we were going out. You never know ). I wore a sports bra and shorts the gym. It seemed like what them cross fitters do. It was a tough workout. I mean, I didn't do any of those barbell lifts cos well, Im not too proficient at it yet, but they made us do a crazy circuit. There were a few jumping stations, and one of it was burpees (fuck I hate them). I didn't realise that THAT particular sports bra was loose. I don't usually include Soo many jumping stations in my workout routine, but I realised I had to keep adjusting it throughout the workout. In the last set, while doing a burpee, my right breast jiggled its way out from the bra. The whole thing didn't pop out, but my nipple was showing. I must have went through 3 or 4 burpees before I caught sight of it. Of course I stopped and tucked it back in. The instructor was nice enough to come by and apologise but he told me he wanted me to finish the workout -_- LOL These cross fitters are nuts. It was a tough workout and..it must have been playing in my head, plus workouts usually get me horny so we didn't even bother hanging around once class ended. We hopping Ito his car and drove straight to the hotel

It's getting a little long. I'll post the hotel in the next one.
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Opps I did it again
Posted:Aug 8, 2020 2:57 am
Last Updated:Aug 21, 2020 11:41 pm
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After the last encounter with the fwb, I told myself I'd practice a little bit self restraint. I mean, I've always thought....ok, I've always wanted to think, that IF I wanted to, I can say no. This came about when the husband called and texted me that evening and I didn't answer til the next day. I knocked out. Sexual rendezvous are tiring. I called him back the next day and I told him that I met with the fwb. Granted, I didn't tell him everything, and certainly not meeting with mr greek (another...player in the game, I suppose) but he in fairness, he didn't give much of a chance tell him either. We ended talking about why I like the fwb, even though I can't stand spend an entire day with him. .

So anyhow, the conversation with the husband kinda made think about my willpower. I think I've got pretty good control over my own urges. Mostly. I can control my chocolates and ice creams and what not (mostly ). So after that, I told myself I'd give myself a break. Take at least a week or two off from the boys and reflect.

Mr greek called and texted a few times, asking if I wanted hang out, or grab dinner, etc etc. I held him off okay. I wasn't rude, but also managed decline his advances pretty well. Then after two days of silence, the fwb texted Friday morning tell his dick was sore and his balls emptied. He still had make his fiancé happy LOL That sparked off a series of texts that led meeting him for coffee shortly before lunch. I told myself he wasn't coming back to my place after, so that was my....weak attempt of self control. That was the intent, anyway. I had a free afternoon so I figured we hang out a bit. Turns out he was on his way back from office, and his fiancé was out, so one thing led to another, and I ended hopping into his still banged car, and us driving back his place. Soo....two days was my...self control had offer -_-

Anyhow. It was a bit weird and...awkward fucking over his place. I mean, I know I'm playing a part in his cheating, and judge you want. It is what it is. The crux of it was, it happened anyway. Then I also realised what it was about him. It's big guy sex. LOL

Now, I admit, I'm not exactly small. I'm 5"8, and I'm well aware how heavy my ass is. I've struggled with pull ups for years now (side note, I am getting closer though ). It's not every day I get fuck standing . Or carried, more like. Or the standing 69. Given, the husband is strong enough for standing sex, but he's also close my height and the standing 69 works best with a guy, in this case, the fwb, who stands a full head taller than I am. So there. I said it - I like big guy sex. LOL It's fun. Judge all you want, I don't care.

I also realised that there IS too hard. This is a mistake I'm doomed...just doomed to repeat. It started with him literally throwing me onto the bed. Then he asked if he could choke me. I wasn't feeling it so i told him to stop after a few seconds. He then asked if he could pull my hair. I told him only if he flip me around and fuck me from behind. Which he did. The hair pull in the doggy is just the best. LOL. I also wanted him to slap my ass, hard, and pull both my arms back, or hold my arms behind me, all the while I was screaming for him to fuck me harder. Uh...no....I'm not demanding. LOL

This is why I always say, there isn't enough hands to go around. I needed at least 2-3 more pairs of hands. Anyway, I digress. Too hard, I was saying. He smiled into me really hard once and he let go of my hands and I kinda was thrown forward and ended knocking my head into one of the bedposts. There was a loud enough thud we both stopped. What I should have done was ice it immediately. But I kinda climbed on top of him and rode him. I didn't realise it at the time but he also bit me a bit too hard on my breast beside my nipple and now it's fucking bruised. Add that along with the bump on my head, the slap marks on my ass and bruises on my arms....yeah. Maaaaybe I need to take it down a notch or two.

Annnyways. I'm taking the weekend to rest . I DID want go the beach, or swim, but I think now might not be the best time. Trying keep this short. Thanks for reading! Now go get laid!!
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Someone called me a dick hungry bitch. Well...she’s not entirely wrong.....
Posted:Aug 5, 2020 2:20 am
Last Updated:Aug 21, 2020 11:40 pm
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don’t think I should be doing this. Definitely not during these times. But that urge though... definitely not thinking with my head.

This past weekend was a roller coaster. That kind of influenced, or rather set in motion what eventually happened, so let’s start there. I had to work through the weekend, rushing something out. Then had a video cal with the husband, who’s running down his quarantine in the UK before getting on with his work. We were both tired, and the call eventually lead to us trying a mutual masturbation....thing. Of course that didn’t turn out well and we ended up fighting. 🙄. For some reason, it doesn’t come as easy as when I do it with the bf. Sigh. Anyhow, so aside from starting and not ending happily, the fight ended up souring the entire fucking weekend. That was Saturday. It wasn’t until Monday that we got round to talking and setting it. Anyhow. I’m getting ahead of myself.

So sexually and emotionally frustrated me decided I’d do something for myself on Sunday, salvage whatever weekend I had left. I sent out a few texts to the fwb and naturally, didn’t get a reply until late that evening. In between, I had agreed to meet an ex gf at the gym that afternoon, and another friend of mine who’s been dropping me texts every now and then. This Greek guy who I’ve mentioned once or twice in my older blogs. Anyway, I figured a good workout would sort out my....energy.

Met the ex gf at the gym and it was good, clean fun. She pushed me hard in the workout and it felt good. It went so well I automatically started remembering how strong her hands were, and how she fingerfuck me til I was dripping. (Hey, I was in that kinda mood...). Then she asked me what my plans were and I told her, and she then disapprovingly judged me (one of the issues we had at the time too). So that kinda fucked up the mood big time and I cut our post workout chit chat short and left. I was so pissed I agreed to meet me Greek for dinner. He offered to come over to cheer me up (of course he did 😝).

He caught me on the way back and we walked up to my place together. I was still stinky from the gym so the minute I got back, I wanted to shower straight. He insisted he open the bottle of wine he brought and I have a few sips to calm myself down. Doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out what he was trying to do, so I told him he’s already here, I’ve already brought him up, we were gonna fuck regardless, he didn’t have to get me drunk. Lol.

I was Super self conscious about being all sweaty but he came over and started ripping my clothes off. When in Rome, I suppose. Or Greece, in this case. He went down on me and made me cum a few times before we made it to the bathroom where we fucked on the floor in the shower. Relatively fun, but terribly u comfortable. We ate, and I tried to get him up once more but that didn’t work so I kinda threw him out. Lol.

I started my week being only partially satiated and managed to get hold of the fwb. Now that could work, that’s some good dick.

Nothing happened on Monday, another long, unsatisfying day. Then early Tuesday morning, I get a call from the fwb, telling me he’s free in the whole day. So I told him to get his dick over at night cos I had to fairly busy day. I had to go into office that afternoon and in the late morning, just as I was prepping to leave, this fucker showed up at my place. I was already dressed, and packing to leave, and there was a knock on the door, and this big black dude just stands there. Like WTF right? I should have been pissed. And I WAS. But all I did was drag him in, pushed him backwards so he shut the door, pulled his pants down and got his dick in my mouth 😝. Why can I say...I really like his dick. Lol.

What I really wanted was a big load on my face, cos I’ve been craving that for awhile now, but I really didn’t have time to fix my make up again so when he told me he was gonna cum, I swallowed his dick and he blew his load down my throat while I squeezed his balls dry. I caught myself laughing as I licked my lips and literally pushed him back out the door while he was trying to pull his pants back up. Lol

I told him to be back here about 7pm so I can fuck him proper and ran off. I went through my day and left the office earlier and was back by 5.30pm. On my way back, I started texting him, telling him to meet me back there. Then there was no reply. I waited a total of 20mins before I texted my Greek. It wasn’t gonna be the same but fuck it. I wanted dick and was quite...adamant about it. 🤣.

My Greek came over about 7pm (credit to him for being quite the reliable one...). 5mins after Mr Greek arrives, the fwb texted to apologise, and said he was free now. I was like, fuck. So I told him to come over about 9pm, but call before he came and told him specifically NOT to come straight up again. My Greek tried to make up for his last....performance, and he was enthusiastic. So bonus points for that. The hair pulling was fun but I had to curb him on the slapping and biting. Can’t have marks now, can I. Wham, bam, thank you ma’am. The fwb called about 8.30pm and I told me Greek he had to leave cos I had a work teleconference call I had to take. He left about 8.45pm and the fwb came up about 9.30pm

I had wondered if they saw each other cos I knew the fwb was waiting in his scratched ip car close by, but after thinking about it, I really didn’t care. Lol

I had originally wanted more hair pull, ass slapping while he impales me with his bbc from behind (I even prepped lube for anal😘) buuuuuut seeing how I kinda already had that, I did most of the dicking on top. Every time he wanted to move up, I ordered him back down and rode that dick hard. Still no facial, and the whole thing didn’t happen exactly the way I had wanted, but I suppose that was satisfying all the same. I’m still thinking about it (his dick) though. Lol

I kicked him out shortly after midnight cos we both knew he couldn’t stay. Plus I needed the sleep. I’ll give it a few more days before I make the call again. Can’t seem too eager. If only I can get the bf over now. 😝
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Life isn't fair :P
Posted:Jul 29, 2020 5:01 am
Last Updated:Aug 3, 2020 7:28 am
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Well, it isn't. I'll be the first to admit it.

I finally met up with the fwb a few days ago and that was a calamity in itself. But I digress. He's not exactly the nicest. I guess that's why he's the fwb and not anything more. We dated for awhile a long time ago but that was it.

Anyhow, leading up to our meet he had cancelled on me and stood me up more than a few times. Granted, this fucker is cheating on his other half so he had his reasons. And to be fair, I try to meet him when I have time. When the husband or bf is here, I usually don't. Well, unless he can meet my schedule. But anyhow, its all about meeting schedules now anyway.

So I've been making time for this guy and he's been disappointing, to say the least. But all of that mattered little, even the mess up of our meet up (details in my last post) did little to dissuade me from meeting him in the future. For one reason...well, not entire true. He HAS his endearing features. BUT!! The main thing that makes him so forgivable to me? He has one hell of a dick. LOL

And that's the awful truth. Big, thick, rock solid when you want it to be, and boy he knows how to use it. Well, use it according to my liking anyway. . Hanging upside in a standing 69, I'm choking on him, and I only managed 3/4 of him down my throat. Even so, I let him push me into the wall and face fuck me. And! I haven't cum while being carried in a loooong time. And I came a few times that night just to make up for it. Ain't it the best when either in missionary, or when I'm riding him, he just picks me up and not skip a beat and drive his pole into me. LOL

So yeah, I had a good dicking lately. I know these aren't the best times for meet ups, but damn that dick is hard to say no to.
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