Two weeks into our relationship we managed to sneak off for a night away together. Steve had a fantasy that he wanted to fulfill, and I was glad to participate.
I was under strict instructions to arrive at our hotel, and to be wearing nothing but underwear when he arrived. He also wanted the room temp warmer than normal, and a bucket of ice. I knew that he was going to do a bunch of random stuff that he saw on a movie that he liked.
I was ready for him when he arrived, and he proceeded to blindfold me. He had a bag of stuff with him...and I had NO IDEA what was coming. The next hour was a crazy, overwhelming sensory experience...feathers, ice, water, a vibrator, his mouth, his fingers, a whip...and I couldn't see any of it coming. I wanted to kiss him something awful...my body quivered with pleasure and anticipation.
As much as I loved every sensation that I was experiencing, I wanted HIM...I wanted to feel him in me, I wanted to kiss him. He knew that he was driving me CRAZY, and he was enjoying it.
When I couldn't take it anymore (and he couldn't either), our mouths met, the blindfold came off, and we were again one. WOW...it was amazing.
We went to dinner, had a couple of drinks, and then headed back towards our hotel where we stopped and got one more drink. We were enjoying each other so much, talking, laughing, kissing, forgetting the reality that we both lived in day to day. I was figuring out Steve...he was more than happy to share with me about everything and everything. I was learning about his family, his childhood, his religious beliefs, etc. I would come away from our time together with things to research (thank goodness for the internet)...I wanted to figure things out, figure Steve out. NEVER in my life have I researched as much as I have the past few months. He mentions that I might be submissive, I read for days on it. He tells me about something else, I am reading on that. I am growing as a person, and as a lover. I am learning about myself as an ADULT for the first time in my life.
The rest of the evening was filled with all night sex. I think we slept a bit here and there, I know that the third drink I had really did me in. I was silly tipsy...at one point sitting on the floor of the shower in our room, makeup running down my face, wanting to play with baby oil or something. I know I looked like hell, yet he didn't seem to mind. In fact, he found me quite amusing!
We giggled that we had only been together two weeks, and that we were staying the night, the WHOLE night, at the hotel that we had first met at two weeks prior. We kept calling it our anniversary, and talking about how CRAZY it was that we had only met such a short time before. At some point, we had started telling each other I LOVE YOU. And I knew that without a doubt, that I did love Steve. Completely. I know it sounds nuts...how could I, a married mom with two kids, meet some random man on the internet and fall in LOVE with him in a matter of days? It happens. And not only did it happen, it happened hard and fast.
I was pleasantly turned on by the marks on my ass from our adventures that night...and little bruises on my breasts...it was like secret tattoos to remind me of him...until the next time.
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Thursday, June 4, 2009
Monday, June 1, 2009
THE "L" WORD...AND MORE
Sometimes it just slips out. And you catch it right after it is too late. You can't erase it, delete it, take it back. And while telling someone that you LOVE them can be scary, risky, or too much too soon, it is often when you say it without thinking that it has the most meaning. It can be an eye opener as to how you REALLY feel, even if you weren't ready to think about that or deal with that.
After that Sunday, we saw each other for the next few days in one way shape or form. Tuesday, just two days after our first sexual encounter, we were both going to be in another town that was a good distance from our home towns. We agreed to meet after work, get a room, and spend the evening together. He was able to just stay the night there, I finagled it so that as long as I was home by 3 am I was fine.
We were already so comfortable with each other. I wasn't nervous, I was just excited to see him. I got there early, and put his favorite soda and chips in the room...we were planning on watching The Biggest Loser together that evening. It felt so natural, so right, to be planning an evening with Steve.
When he got there, we immediately ravished each other again. I had one thing on the agenda...I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I needed to taste him. There is nothing better. When I first swallowed cum as a young (too young) teenager, I was hooked. Yes, there are better tasting guys than others, but as far as I am concerned it is all good.
We got a little more comfortable with each other...Steven discovered my love of having my ass slapped, and that getting a little rougher was really hot. I also liked being told what he wanted, or what to do. Steven is truly the best person I have ever slept with...he loves my multi orgasmic abilities, and can last and last like no other. It is fabulous...I have known since I figured our masturbation as a teen that I could get off over and over. In fairly rapid succession, and without much effort. I was home from school sick one day, and literally spent hours pleasuring myself over and over and over, seeing what it took, what I liked. Having sex with someone with stamina, and someone who loves sex as much as I do was exhilarating! I am always hoping my husband can stay hard enough get me there...and I have to stay somewhat present. I could truly lose myself in Steven, and know that every need that I could possibly have would be met by him, and then some.
When I satisfied beyond belief, and he was on the brink of orgasm, I looked at him and told him I wanted it in my mouth. He gladly obliged to my delight, and I wrapped my mouth around his hard cock and felt it explode in my mouth...mmmmm...warm tastiness filled my mouth and I held it there a few seconds before swallowing.
As we laid there in our post sex haze, we held each other and marveled at the feeling of this being so right. That we were meant to find each other. That we had both done something so uncharacteristic of ourselves...me posting the Craigslist ad, and him responding. We both took huge risks, and landed in each other's arms. And in less than 10 days, it felt like we had known each other for years.
We left to go get something to eat...Dairy Queen (because eating a Blizzard during The Biggest Loser while fucking another woman's husband in a hotel room is the ULTIMATE in deviant behavior). Not only was Steven hot, amazing in bed, smart, kind, and more...BUT HE IS FUNNY! He had me laughing hysterically at DQ where he gave the poor young employee a hard time...asking her why they had such high security features on the ketchup pumps (they were padlocked closed), and asking her if she knew the meaning of the phrase HUNKY DORIE. Poor girl, we came in like two rowdy teenagers...laughing, being loud, kissing.
The next time we made love that evening, it happened. My guard was down, I was enjoying myself immensely. And mid orgasm, I told him that I loved him.
Shit. Really? Did I really just do that?
He didn't say anything, and afterwards I apologized. Chalked it up to intense sex, and we continued to talk. Steve told me that he wouldn't hold anything against me that was said during sex...that was a relief. I was a little freaked out though, and I am sure he was too. I couldn't help it though, it just blurted out of my mouth!
It was then that Steven told me that he thought that I had a submissive side that we should explore. I remember being taken aback by this...in a good way. For having had previous affairs, and more than a few sex partners in my life, I was so naive. So INEXPERIENCED. And I didn't realize it until Steven became a part of my life. Something about the way he said "we should explore" gave me tingles, and still does. He saw something in me that led him to believe that I might be in to that, and he said so. We talked about other things we were interested in...it was mostly him throwing out ideas and me agreeing to them. I was so excited, and shocked at the things that I had never thought about...all of a sudden I felt almost virginal in my knowledge of all things sexual that were a a bit "outside of the box".
We decided that we should start a list of things we wanted to do. I was so excited!
We spent the rest of the evening cuddling, kissing, napping, watching tv. It was glorious.
He was so sweet...worried about me getting home that late. He talked to me a portion of the drive, and wanted me to call him when I got home.
I knew, that night, that life as I knew it was forever changed in more than one way. I knew that I had found someone that would show me new things, share new experiences with me. I knew that I had found someone that was all that I had wanted and needed, and more. My mind raced with the possibilities...and I couldn't get that submissive comment that he made out of my head.
I became a research FANATIC, reading everything that I could on submission, reading on anything that he had mentioned wanting to try. The possibilities were endless...and I couldn't wait to see what was in store for us...
After that Sunday, we saw each other for the next few days in one way shape or form. Tuesday, just two days after our first sexual encounter, we were both going to be in another town that was a good distance from our home towns. We agreed to meet after work, get a room, and spend the evening together. He was able to just stay the night there, I finagled it so that as long as I was home by 3 am I was fine.
We were already so comfortable with each other. I wasn't nervous, I was just excited to see him. I got there early, and put his favorite soda and chips in the room...we were planning on watching The Biggest Loser together that evening. It felt so natural, so right, to be planning an evening with Steve.
When he got there, we immediately ravished each other again. I had one thing on the agenda...I wanted him to cum in my mouth. I needed to taste him. There is nothing better. When I first swallowed cum as a young (too young) teenager, I was hooked. Yes, there are better tasting guys than others, but as far as I am concerned it is all good.
We got a little more comfortable with each other...Steven discovered my love of having my ass slapped, and that getting a little rougher was really hot. I also liked being told what he wanted, or what to do. Steven is truly the best person I have ever slept with...he loves my multi orgasmic abilities, and can last and last like no other. It is fabulous...I have known since I figured our masturbation as a teen that I could get off over and over. In fairly rapid succession, and without much effort. I was home from school sick one day, and literally spent hours pleasuring myself over and over and over, seeing what it took, what I liked. Having sex with someone with stamina, and someone who loves sex as much as I do was exhilarating! I am always hoping my husband can stay hard enough get me there...and I have to stay somewhat present. I could truly lose myself in Steven, and know that every need that I could possibly have would be met by him, and then some.
When I satisfied beyond belief, and he was on the brink of orgasm, I looked at him and told him I wanted it in my mouth. He gladly obliged to my delight, and I wrapped my mouth around his hard cock and felt it explode in my mouth...mmmmm...warm tastiness filled my mouth and I held it there a few seconds before swallowing.
As we laid there in our post sex haze, we held each other and marveled at the feeling of this being so right. That we were meant to find each other. That we had both done something so uncharacteristic of ourselves...me posting the Craigslist ad, and him responding. We both took huge risks, and landed in each other's arms. And in less than 10 days, it felt like we had known each other for years.
We left to go get something to eat...Dairy Queen (because eating a Blizzard during The Biggest Loser while fucking another woman's husband in a hotel room is the ULTIMATE in deviant behavior). Not only was Steven hot, amazing in bed, smart, kind, and more...BUT HE IS FUNNY! He had me laughing hysterically at DQ where he gave the poor young employee a hard time...asking her why they had such high security features on the ketchup pumps (they were padlocked closed), and asking her if she knew the meaning of the phrase HUNKY DORIE. Poor girl, we came in like two rowdy teenagers...laughing, being loud, kissing.
The next time we made love that evening, it happened. My guard was down, I was enjoying myself immensely. And mid orgasm, I told him that I loved him.
Shit. Really? Did I really just do that?
He didn't say anything, and afterwards I apologized. Chalked it up to intense sex, and we continued to talk. Steve told me that he wouldn't hold anything against me that was said during sex...that was a relief. I was a little freaked out though, and I am sure he was too. I couldn't help it though, it just blurted out of my mouth!
It was then that Steven told me that he thought that I had a submissive side that we should explore. I remember being taken aback by this...in a good way. For having had previous affairs, and more than a few sex partners in my life, I was so naive. So INEXPERIENCED. And I didn't realize it until Steven became a part of my life. Something about the way he said "we should explore" gave me tingles, and still does. He saw something in me that led him to believe that I might be in to that, and he said so. We talked about other things we were interested in...it was mostly him throwing out ideas and me agreeing to them. I was so excited, and shocked at the things that I had never thought about...all of a sudden I felt almost virginal in my knowledge of all things sexual that were a a bit "outside of the box".
We decided that we should start a list of things we wanted to do. I was so excited!
We spent the rest of the evening cuddling, kissing, napping, watching tv. It was glorious.
He was so sweet...worried about me getting home that late. He talked to me a portion of the drive, and wanted me to call him when I got home.
I knew, that night, that life as I knew it was forever changed in more than one way. I knew that I had found someone that would show me new things, share new experiences with me. I knew that I had found someone that was all that I had wanted and needed, and more. My mind raced with the possibilities...and I couldn't get that submissive comment that he made out of my head.
I became a research FANATIC, reading everything that I could on submission, reading on anything that he had mentioned wanting to try. The possibilities were endless...and I couldn't wait to see what was in store for us...
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