Valentine’s Day

Ride me bare and take my seed home to your cuck.

I miss helping married women find other men or women to play with us. In my 20s, I was fucking a married coworker in her mid-40s. She had an amazing body and once on the road, I watched her fuck three guys we met. As a mom and wife, she had to live a very different life and admitted that her husband has no clue about her needs or her past. In her own 20s, she said she was in Vegas and fucked a bachelor party of five guys with a friend and let a number of them cum in her.

Brevity and small talk

It has it's place, but when people can't move beyond it, it is the worst.

It does not matter how hot a woman is if she can't hold a conversation. If there are huge awkward silences or if conversations feel like pulling teeth. Nobody wants to experience that.

I totally understand that many people are shy. That's fair. The best shy people out there are the ones that straight-up admit it and it makes it so much easier to navigate.

Married Tinder Fuck Update

The married woman I met on Tinder came over today and called in sick so we could have some private time. She brought over a sexy outfit that she wanted to model for me. She said how she couldn't stop thinking of the first time we fucked and she felt a lot of guilt. She told herself it was only the one time, but she said she couldn't help it and once she got horny, she reached out. She said her friends encouraged her to cheat and they are all cheaters too. We sent a fuck video, on Snapchat, to two of her friends, who she told about me.

It is interesting when couples have different dynamics.  One time I was fucking a wife and after I came in her, he wanted to suck my cock and taste his wife and my cum off of me.  He ended up devouring his wife’s soiled pussy and, like many other man, wanted to taste my cum inside her.

Fail and learn

Everyone seems to believe that I don’t have my share of failures out there with women.  I do.  People only really want to hear the sexy and exciting part of life.  The sizzle, if you will.  However, last night was a great example of meeting a woman in a bar, in Columbus, OH, hitting it off, and then a rejection.  It wasn’t bad, it was mostly her freaking out and realizing that if she went up to my room that she was going to be pressured to cheat.  She was all “maybe”, so I tried another angle.  I got a “I don’t think so” and then after another angle a flat-out “no”.  Rejection happens and it’s all good.  I still had fun with the experience and learned a bit from it.

Last week’s adultery

Quick wrap up from this weekend.

Thursday, during the day, my neighbor worked from home and she came over in the morning to fuck while her husband was at work.  We shared stories of our recent conquests.  She recently met a married local guy and has been fucking him, but as her bull, I’m still the only guy she barebacks and I left my cum deep inside her.  She texted me later that night and said she fucked her husband and he had no clue he was feeling or tasting my cum in her.

Saturday my Facebook friend came over to fuck.  She’s still only been flirting with other guys, but I’m he only one she’s fucked.  She enjoys her time with me and doesn’t want to introduce more risk by making things more complicated for her.  The unfortunate side effect of this is that she wants to spend more time with me and fuck more often.  Thankfully my schedule keeps her from getting too clingy.

I couldn’t find any time to overlap and meet up with the wife I met from Tumblr, unfortunately.  Hopefully this week.

Tinder Wives

I met another married woman on Tinder and Saturday we got together.  She was supposed to be shopping, but within 30 minutes of meeting at a coffee shop, she agreed to coming over to my place to fuck.

Classic case of a wife that lost weight and got a boob job not knowing what to do with all of the extra attention.  I was her first cheat since she was considering it, given all the extra attention.  She had a filthy mouth and wanted me to treat her like my personal slut.

We got together on Sunday as well.

Tumblr wife

My blog attracts people that wish to reach out to me (feel free!) due to its content and recently a married woman reached out who happened to be local.  (You know who you are...) We chatted on an off for a bit and obviously flirted.  She was on here exploring fantasies that she hadn’t yet had the courage (or idea how to safely and discreetly) to fulfill.  I could tell that the fact that she was local made her more apprehensive because the proximity likely made it feel more real and possible.

After a few weeks of talking and sexting, I encouraged her to meet up for lunch and eventually took me up on it.  She was clearly much more shy in person, as meeting someone from the internet can be awkward, as well as someone you’ve shared intimate thoughts and pictures with.  Flirting came easy and eventually she opened up, as comfort set in with familiarity and humor.  She put effort into her outfit, hair, and makeup.  She wore a loose-fitting, but short, dress that had me glancing at her legs.

Towards the end of the meal, conversation was great and her sense of humor came out with her witty ripostes.  I invited her back to my place and she quickly agreed, following me back to my place.  Once we got there, she started acting shy again and I could tell she was nervous.  I kissed her and she reciprocated and started opening up.  She asked me, “Is this your typical routine when you bring married women home?”  I told her it was a start.  She meekly asked, “Are you going to fuck me like your other sluts?”

I didn’t respond. I just started to kiss her again and she got  aggressive with her hands and lips at this point.  I pulled her on top of me, on the couch, and she began to grind on me.  My hands roamed to the straps of her dress, pulling them down and exposing her strapless bra.  I asked her if the bra matched the panties and she said they did, but asked if I preferred if women wore no panties.  I prefer panties, thongs, etc. for the record!  I got up and bent her over, lifting her dress to expose her ass, pressed aside her thong, and buried my tongue into her bald pussy.  She moaned and shivered in response.  I pulled my pants off and was at half-mast when I took her thong off and started touching the tip of my cock against her pussy lips and running my shaft along them.  She started to breathe heavily.

I stopped and sat down.  I pulled her down to me to take my big cock into her mouth as best she could.  She told me I was significantly bigger than her husband as her wedding ring stroked up and down on my shaft.  Eventually I got up, picked her up and put her on the couch, spreading her legs in front of me and kissed her.  I told her I was going to fuck her and make her mine.  That was going to make her a cheating wife like all of my other sluts.  She whimpered and softly begged me to fuck her pussy.  I roughly grabbed her hair and made her tell me that again.  She finally got it right on the fourth try.  I slowly put the tip of my cock in her, each thrust going deeper into her tight pussy.  Her eyebrows were furrowed, eyes wide, and mouth open, breathing heavily, and grunts escaping as my cock stretched her with each stroke.  Her tight pussy had a death grip on my cock, lips pulling outwards with each pull out.  I completely filled her as my cock bottomed out in her and my girth stretched her.  Her dress was still on.

We fucked for a while and she was submissive throughout the session, although very vocal and talking dirty.  It was clear that she was lost in the moment, wanting to be my slut and whore.  Despite being filled, she didn’t’ cum from penetration and I helped myself to giving her to orgasms by eating her pussy.  She reciprocated and begged me to cum on her face.  As I got close, I pulled out, grabbed her hair roughly and came all over her beautiful face.  I kissed her deeply afterwards, sharing the taste of our collective cum.

As she came down from the moment, I could tell that she felt guilty and bad.  Married women often do as they start cheating.  After a while, the lust kicked in again and she admitted that she enjoyed it, was sore for a day as a reminder, and started sexting me again.  We met up for another session.

I’ll take, “Things her cuck has to come to terms with,” Alex.