At a bar near you ...

I was out with a friend recently at a local watering hole I like to call my own. Good beer, good laughs, good times. I saw a few guys at the bar I'd like to fuck, but there was one in particular that was working his game.

Let's call him Steve.

Steve was 51, single, a couple of kids. Owns a Harley (mmmm), twinkle in his eye (mmmm) and looks like all kinds of trouble (double mmmm). Just my type for a sweet fuck.

He was working his moves, as I, at 36, look like the sweet young innocent type (heh!) when I want to. I play the part well -- look professional, act professional, give the impression of being a sweetheart when really I eat men for lunch. Who am I to dispute his impression of me? (big wink)

We started talking when my friend was there, but soon she excused herself to go home to her family. I wasn't shy, knew how the game is played and nursed my beer accordingly. He offered to buy me another (which I allowed) and I flirted shamelessly. He was just the type I like to fuck -- fun, interesting and not in it for the long term. What can I say, I worked it, and worked it hard.

We walked out together and he kissed me goodnight. He tried to work it a little harder, but I'm a big girl, like to play the game out. I'm sure he would have liked more but I enjoy playing the game.

The next day I called under rather false premises. No shame, me.

He was eager to take me out to lunch. Me, the innocent type, of course said yes. Again with the shameless.

He took me out to a fancy place, obviously trying to impress me with his status. Little did he know how little that mattered to me ... however, I wasn't about to let the game end so quickly. He played the big man, ordering for me and making sure everything was perfect. No problem.

After lunch, I suggested dessert. At my place.

Soon we were entangled in my sheets as he explored every inch of my body. He seemed delighted to have such a sweet young thing in bed, so he made every moment last, licking my breasts, sucking my nipples, licking every square inch of me. He made my clit absolutely sing with his sucking, licking and fingering -- I thought I was literally floating above my bed. He made me cum repeatedly as he sucked my clit, taking it into his mouth as he simultaneously licked me from ass to clit ... I was moaning his name over and over as he made me cum.

Soon after, he slid into me. I was ridiculously wet, slippery with cum as he stroked in and out of me, pausing occasionally to rub his cock up and down my pussy, giving special attention to my clit.

It was about the tenth time I'd come when he took his cum soaked cock and rammed it into my ass.

I was quite surprised but pleased -- I hadn't had a good ass fucking in quite a while and his cock made me absolutely wild with desire. He stroked me long and hard, rubbing his thumb along my clit as he rammed deep inside my ass. I was spasming over and over with each stroke, barely able to keep myself from passing out entirely from the pleasure.

It wasn't long before he pulled out, ripped the condom off and spewed hot cum all over my tits.

I'm rethinking these older guys now ... what ever was I thinking before?

Tony

Ah, Tony.

I wrote a bit about Tony back in November, I believe. He is the friend's brother-in-law and almighty sexy.

For many, many good reasons, he is completely and utterly undatable. He is, however, completely fuckable.

And Fuck Him I Have.

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It all started one night after a dinner party we attended together. I was feeling extra-especially horny and hadn't had any in a few months, aside from my own hand and Bob, the battery operated boyfriend. Needless to say, add a little wine, some flirtation and I was determined to fuck him senseless that night.

He isn't a wine drinker (and I am), so he was definitely in his cups that night. I was more buzzed later, at his house, when he was playing bartender to make me another drink. We spent the evening laughing and joking across the dinner table, flirting and teasing, with just the right amount of teasing to know that we both were interested. The night drew on and I offered to drive him home (he'd caught a ride with a family member to the dinner).

As we drove back to his house, I flirted incessantly. I teased, I joked, I rubbed his arm and hand ... anything I could do to let him know I wasn't kidding about being interested. He responded accordingly and invited me into his home. When we got inside, we first relaxed around his kitchen table as he made me a drink. I didn't need another at that point, but I also knew that I wasn't driving home anytime soon.

It was shortly after my first sip of drink that I laid it all on the line. I told him I was horny, I hadn't had sex in a few months and that he turned me on. I think I pretty much knocked him over with my direct talk. It was shortly after that I straddled him on his chair, put my hands on his face and hair and kissed him deeply.

It wasn't long thereafter that there was a trail of clothing to his bedroom ... piece by piece ... each of our clothes coming off with each kiss and touch.

As he licked and sucked his way from my mouth, to my neck, to my breasts ... sucking, kissing, caressing and making my nipples stand out like sentinels. He licked and sucked my nipples with force until I cried out ... then sucked and licked them some more. At this time I was rubbing my hands all over him and taking his cock in my hand as I felt some pre-cum on the tip.

Soon after, I was on my side, with my mouth sucking his cock as my hands rubbed his balls and taint while he buried his tongue and fingers in my cunt. I was sopping wet and soon, he rubbed my clit until I was even more wet, then slid his fingers deep inside me to rub my special spot. I was positively moaning by now ... my moans were so loud I was certain the neighbors had to have heard. As he rubbed my gspot, I felt my cunt spasm and it was at that moment that I squirted all over his hand, his sheets and his arm.

All that sticky wetness only got us hotter as he crawled on top of me, lifting my right leg above his shoulder as my left leg wrapped around his ass and he drove into me, that thick full cock diving into me over and over. With each position change he was able to fuck me harder and it wasn't long before I'd cum at least 6 times. We fucked for close to an hour ... the alcohol keeping him hard and unable to cum and me riding him like he was my personal whore. When he finally came, it was an explosion of cum for both of us ... and the wet spot wasn't just a spot, it was the bed.

We fell asleep in each other's arms, waking every hour or two to fuck again, then fall back asleep. We had sex 5 times that first night ... and the next morning I could hardly walk.

It was worth every minute.

2010 .... Gotta Get Laid (Again)

Hello dear readers ...

It has been a rough couple of months but let's say I'm ready to start 2010 with a clean slate. I'll share a few tales from the last few months but let's focus on the new.

I posted a new CL ad this week and received over 100 responses in a few short hours. After sending a copy of it to a friend (Hello C), he told me he would "hit that." High compliment and I took it as such!

There are a few contenders and tomorrow is the first of a few coffee dates to determine the official first fuck of 2010.

Here's to CL, 100+ responses and finding that very fabulous fuck for 2010. :)

DC ... and what nearly was.

A few months ago, a reader had contacted me about my blog, told me he lived in DC and if I was ever in the area, let him know.

I did and am, so we tried to set things up.

And then work stepped in.

So now I'm cranky, horny and tired. I'd hoped there would be an adventure while I was here, but unfortunately not.

I'm sorry, dear reader. I know it is no consolation, but I'd have much rather spent the day in bed with you.

9 Days Until My Birthday

A special request for all of you, as a gift from you to me.

Answer one of these questions ... take some time, think about it, I'll refer back to this on November 14.

1. Describe your best sexual experience. What made it the best? How did you feel before, during and after?

2. Think about your number of partners. If tomorrow you could magically double (triple, etc.) that number or divide it in half (or thirds, etc.) -- would you? Why?

3. Do you think men and women can be monogamous all their lives? Why/why not?

4. If you could fuck anyone (and I do mean anyone) -- who would it be? Why? What would you do to them? They to you?

5. Of the sex bloggers I have featured in the blog roll, who would you want to participate in an orgy with you? Why? (thanks to Shared Cindy for this question ... what a great time you had in NY/FL!)

6. Share with me (and all readers) -- a fantasy, a naughty thought, a wish or a shout-out.

g'night ... start thinking!

One month later.

Hello, all. I've missed you.

Thank you, everyone, who sent me an email or made a note on this site expressing condolences. You really have no idea just how much that meant to me.

I'm still at "why" on my friend's passing ... I'm not sure that will ever truly be answered, but I ask it all the same. His wife is adjusting, slowly. I keep in contact with her, doing what I can. I'll see her over Thanksgiving.

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In rather unexpected blessings, I got royally laid this month. Oh yeah, ooh baby, amen! We shall call him Tony. A friend's brother-in-law, single, late 30s, no kiddos. Has a way of working my g-spot into a frenzy and me into a quivering, throbbing mess. I squirted all over his sheets the first night we had sex. Yes. The First Night.

More on that soon. Promise.

Until then, thanks. Seriously, thank you. I couldn't ask for better readers.

September was a hard month.

Not for any of the good reasons that something is "hard" either ...

I lost a dear friend this month. A friend for over a decade, he was a wonderful friend, great husband and fabulous father.

It was a sudden thing, no warning, a freak accident gone awry.

I flew back north at a moment's notice to give comfort to his widow, a dear friend of mine as well.

I'll be back online, just need a little more alone time right now. Contemplating life. Death. Meaning of it all and most of all -- why.

xoxoxo, S.