Testing My Self Control

I’m consistently tempted by all the naughty things in life. I thrive on that moment where I’m thinking “I really should not do this”. I’d rather have fun and deal with the consequences later.

I found one of these opportunities while attending an out-of-town seminar for my company. When I introduced myself he tipped his chin and smiled mischievously at me – he was one of the presenters and a coworker that I’d never met before – this could get really interesting.

He was exactly the kind of man that I’m really into. Someone who can intellectually spar with me and drive me to laughter with his great sense of humor. He’s a whiz in our industry and has a charismatic nature that I’m immediately drawn to.

By the second day he was already physically flirty at the seminar dinner. I loved the way he put his hand on my shoulder when he got up to leave the table and brushed his fingers across my neck. After four glasses of wine I was game.

We walked over to my hotel room and he wasted no time in making the first move – a total turn-on for me. His whiskers burned my skin as he kissed me harder and harder saying he wanted to “ravage me”.

He pushed himself into me. I bit his lip and felt him instantly get hard through my dress. He pushed my hand down his torso and felt his erection pulse and throb meanwhile that little voice inside of me was saying “I really should not do this”.

He pulled at the strap on my bra and released my breast, kissing me all the way down my neck and chest. I was about the lose all my cares in the world and then he said “I really better go”.

He left. I went to bed still smelling him and thinking about what could have happened. Another one bites the dust. I’m pretty sure that was a good choice for both of our careers in our insanely conservative corporate life. But it’s not very fun!

~ Globe Trotter in Lingerie

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Fantasy Fulfilled

Submitted from our guest blogger “Sexy Legs”:

I have a friend that I have known for years. Somehow recently though that friendship morphed into an online “friends with benefits” type relationship – not sure how or what made the relationship shift but I’m not complaining. Sexting and pictures kept building an attraction and desire for each other that I never thought would get to be fulfilled.

This man turns me on like no other has! Just hearing his voice as he’s telling me things he wants to do to me makes me wet. And my, what an imagination! He seems to never run out of ideas for fun. Funny, smart and sexy… a triple threat to be sure.  Much to both our surprise a circumstance came up to present an opportunity for us to meet in person and indulge ourselves in every naughty thought or idea we had dreamed of doing to each other and so we both jumped on it.

I have to say it is the single best sexual experience I have ever had. As it replays in my head again and again I feel like I lived a fantasy and wonder if it was even real.

We met at a hotel. I had dressed in an outfit I knew he would love – heels, short skirt with no panties and low cut top (no bra of course). I had a suitcase with me packed with all the “accessories” that he had requested for our weekend of fun. I met him in the lobby where he greeted me with a chaste kiss but a wicked glimmer in his eyes.

I followed him up to the room and there were only seconds between the time I let go of my suitcase and the time I found myself pinned to the wall being kissed. After several moments of frenzied kissing he ripped my shirt open, thank goodness for snaps, and started kissing down my neck and my breasts as his hand worked his way up my skirt finding the center of me and began rubbing and teasing my clit.

My hands reached for his pants because there was way too much fabric between us. He paused just long enough to take of his shirt before he resumed kissing and groping and sucking and flicking. I finally got his pants off and freed his cock which was exactly what I was wanting. He lifted me up and plunged himself deep in me fucking me right there against the wall.

The feeling was incredible to have him pumping in and out of me while kissing me hard and keeping me pinned to the wall. I didn’t last very long at all and the first orgasm of many those 2 days washed over me. He carried me from the wall over to the bed and laid me down and flipped me over to continue fucking me from behind, pinning me down to the bed, and giving me the occasional hard smack on the ass. I came again and this time he came with me. What an awesome start to the weekend! I honestly don’t remember thinking one coherent thought other than MORE! I was just consumed by passion and enjoying the feel of him.

The rest of the weekend continued like that with that much passion. I remember each encounter vividly and remember thinking I just could not get enough of this man. I wanted more skin to touch, more kisses, more of his cock, and he certainly gave me what I wanted. I lost count of the number of orgasms I had other than it was in the double digits. But the best thing is how we  easily transitioned from our friendship to lovers many times over the course of those 2 nights.

I eliminated the word no from my vocabulary and allowed him to indulge his imagination. This is a decision I will never regret. The man flipped every switch I had and I’m pretty sure installed a few new ones. Even when he was tired he made most excellent use of my toys to continue to give me as much pleasure as I could handle … and more.

He knows his way around a woman’s body and how to build the excitement to maximize the pleasure. He also knows exactly what he likes and what turns him on and the confidence to just say it which is so damn sexy to me. With him I felt like could be completely uninhibited for the first time in my life and it was such a liberating feeling.

The best part is we parted still friends with really no awkwardness at all. The whole experience was so much better beyond what I expected. Would I fuck him again given the chance? That would be a resounding HELL YES!! But even if that never happens I have the most awesome memories that are sure to give me wet dreams for years to come.

~ Sexy Legs (Guest Blogger)

There’s no lame pick-up line for this one

I just had a pretty memorable first date with guy that had me laughing and entertained the entire time. I found him online at one of the typical dating sites. We met up at a cheesy small-town festival with oodles of heart-attack-inducing fried foods and music from a cover band with members that all looked like they were going through their second mid-life crisis.

I really love the heart-pounding excitement of seeing a person’s face for the first time when you already know a bit about them. It’s nothing like seeing someone in a bar, coffee-shop or the local store. I already knew he met the typical credentials on my list, but it’s refreshing to be attracted to them and already know you have a shot of falling for them.

He’s all boy. He looked at my titties right away. I honestly can’t blame him and that’s a nice way to know he’s not a prude. We’d done our share of flirting via text prior to the date so I already knew he had a good sense of humor.

The festival was a total bore so we set out in his vehicle to a “place” that he had up his sleeve. Was this a potential “lets make out like high-schoolers” kind of thing? Yup, it sure was! It was secluded, quiet and we sat and listened to music while we got to know each other a bit more.

As soon as it got dark we got out of the car and danced under the stars to his music. He’d been planning revenge on me until this time for being 17 minutes late for our date. My “punishment” was him pushing me up against the car and kissing me — I like him already!

So we made out like high-schoolers under the stars, until we got cold and feasted-on by mosquitoes. I’m officially calling him The Boob Man because he’s got an amazing sex drive and could not keep his hands off me. A few indicators in the conversation gave me the idea that he’s into some kinky stuff so this might be just my kind of adventure! One thing that threw me off a little was that he loves giving oral sex but is not that into receiving it. WTF? I’m scratching my head on that one.

He’s not a foreigner but he has an accent from another state … does that qualify just a little? Bring it on Boob Man!

~GTiL

p.s. He’s a GREAT kisser too!  🙂

How did we get here?

So, what inspires an otherwise “good girl” to go public with her sex life? In my case, it’s a wickedly good combination of very good friends who are very bad influences (sorry GTiL, but you know it’s true!), having my heart broken, and a series of stories too good to keep to myself. And the truth is, I am a closet drama queen who just loves to kiss and tell. I mean, we’re amongst friends here, right?

I turned 30 last year with a measly two notches on my belt… that’s right, I had only had two lovers in my life up to that point. I didn’t even lose my virginity until I was 22. I wasn’t waiting until marriage or anything–I’m an Atheist and I’ve never planned on getting married or having children (although I won’t totally rule out the possibility). I can’t even really explain now why I was such a late and slow sexual bloomer. Perhaps it’s that I was raised the responsible oldest child in a family where sex was never discussed. Perhaps an over-developed “good girl” complex. Perhaps some losses in my teen years that prevented me from seeking emotional attachments out of a fear of heartbreak. It doesn’t really matter.

In the course of this blog, I will explore some of those past relationships, you will meet my men, and hear about my ongoing and past adventures and misadventures. I can’t speak for our other contributors, but my posts will be almost all true (except where it suits me to lie), and all names have been changed to protect the innocent, the not-so-innocent, and the guilty-as-fuckin’-sin.

So…  call me a good girl gone wild, call it a mid-life crisis, but if you call me after 10 pm… I’ll have to call you back, because chances are I’m calling out some guy’s name and hoping like hell it’s the right one.

~ Sex Kitten with Claws