Not Good Bye, but Au Revoir...
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Posted:Aug 19, 2013 12:28 am
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One of my very favorite cubs has gone off to school for the semester. Arizona. *sigh* Funny, how he should be leaving my town to go to school quite near one of my other favorite cubs... someone quite special, actually. Makes it doubly sad to think about AZ.
We had a wonderful last afternoon together. Taking our time (mostly...lol). He had booked a room not far from me. Not experienced, but passionate... and very energetic. Young and eager, but very respectful. Never vulgar or grabby. We had very clear comunication. Nothing romantic, but still very tender and loving. Except of course when we got carried away...lol Then it was, "Yahoo!" lol
*hubby walks in and demands attention* brb...
So, I walk in the door of the motel... he is seated on the bed watching some game... which sport, i don't recall because it was NOT roller derby, and that is the only sport I ever pay any attention to! lol He says to me, we have to be quiet...
"What?" lol Seriously... this is not going to happen... quiet is NOT one of my skills...haha "Why? " I ask.
He tells me the desk clerk gave him the 3rd degree. Was he alone? Was he expecting anyone? They have had a lot of trouble...complaints... Hahahaha. No trouble here! Not for anyone else... It's 3:30 IN THE AFTERNOON. YOUR SHOULD BE IN SCHOOL, OR OUT DOING SOMETHING. The adults want to play now.
I kiss him and tell him, "Never you mind about that." He never did.
He smelled so good. And treated me like a breakable object... which made me laugh. Then things got heated. My little Energizer Bunny, I called him. He just grinned and continued to pound my flesh. It was just exactly perfectly what I had been wanting and thinking about all week. What a shame that it wasnt going to happen again for a long, long time. Between sessions we spooned. I don't know too many men who like that... and I know fewer that can wear me out enough to make me enjoy it. Too restless, usually.
We played and rested and played some more... then went to the shower. He laughed that I use a washcloth. I showed him the benefits of exfoliation. Soft skin... and it feels nice, too. He had to jump out and grab another condom. We did go through them! lol
I wish I had two more like him... or a little bit like him, anyway. He is an arrogant, spoiled future lawyer, and probably inherently evil because of it... But fortunately it is no business of mine. I don;t mean to keep him; only borrow him a bit. xx
*sigh*
G'nite, my lambs...
xx, Mrs
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AAAAAAafternoon delight! Er, more like morning...
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Posted:Aug 1, 2013 2:19 am
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2014 11:05 am
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It was a particularly warm morning. I practically leapt out of bed. Yea! I had an early morning date w my local cub. Well early morning is relative... before noon is morning... and anything before noon is damned early as far as I am concerned. i have been known to show up for a job by ten am, but anything that early that is not pay-related had better be accompanied by blueberry pancakes... or just some steamy hot fun!
I had missed his email to never mind about condoms, because he had some. Damn. Wasted fifteen minutes staring at boxes trying to decide which ones i liked better... not a fan of latex. I find it itchy and it smells like a doctor's office (gloves, I guess.) The urethane ones are better, but my bigger boys complain about the fit. Magnums are fine, but that smell again. Meh. The ones on sale win.
He let me in to his apt quietly. Neighbors... His roommates were gone. Now I wouldn't have to be quiet. Yea! I hate trying to be quiet. And I am miserable at it, too. He must have fixed the mattress problem, because usually, he would drag the mattress onto the floor. Or maybe it was just because no one was home, so he didn't care if we DID break the bed! lol
Lots of kissing and touching... yum. Plenty of warm up to an enthusiastic romp. Lots of sweating, moaning, writhing... and that was all me! haha No, it was both of us. He laughed at some point when he stopped to catch his breath. Guess I won't need to go to the gym today."
Nope!
He worked me into a frenzy. I rode him like a bronco until i couldn't sit upright anymore. "You want me to be on top for a while?" I grunted something that could have been construed as a yes... or as a hungry lion tearing into a juicy steak. One of those...
I don't usually like to be taken from behind. I like to see my cub's face as we play. But I have known him quite a while. And I know what a gentle and affectionate young man he is. I trust him. Makes it more fun to play a little rough... He is not excessively long, but thick. It felt good to feel "full".
Lots of grins all around. It was a wonderful morning. I showered. My towel was waiting for me when I got out 
Thanks, sugar... *purrrr*
What a way to start the day! 
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"Don't get used to it," he says...LOL!
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Posted:Jun 30, 2013 9:21 pm
Last Updated:May 25, 2014 10:49 pm
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I met with one of my new favorite cubs. We had met back when I had a job, and an empty office lounge to mess around in after hours. Too bad the business folded the next week. I was just getting happy about that stupid job--about the lounge, at least!
He was so energetic, quite young... like I prefer... I swear he had filled in a bit since I saw him last. Still a lanky young man, but less "all knees and elbows". He had messaged me that I was "the most fun of anyone else he had met on the site", color my ego "stroked". He wanted to meet up again; could pay for a room. Perfect.
I gave him my zipcode, and he found a room near me (someplace I have stayed before, but saw no reason to mention it.) It was a decent place; clean, on-site parking, doors lock, lights and tv work. I knocked on the room number he gave me, and the door opened. He was smiling. The tv was on and he smelled like he just showered (yum).
I closed the door behind me and greeted him with a kiss. We kiss-walked over to the bed.
I tossed back the spread and blanket. Those don't get cleaned often in motels. We kissed and groped and moaned and rolled around on top of the sheets. "This is nice," I said, "not worrying about someone walking in on us"
Which is what actually happened the first time, in my office... fortunately my boss made so much noise unlocking the front door that I had heard him, and pushed the boy into the bathroom before my boss could attempt the climb up the stairs to the lounge.
"What are you doing here?" he called up the stairs. "You were supposed to close up two hours ago."
"I did," I lied. "But I stopped in on my way from the market to use the bathroom. The plumber has the water off at my house for another hour or so." (Quick thinking!)
"Ok, Well I just came by to pick up a package."
"Ok," I said, quietly dressing, in case he DID come up the stairs. He didn't He just left.
We had had sex ALL over that room. There was a huge leather sectional, and we had fucked on ALL of it, even the ottoman. One of the cushions was soaked. Meh, leather, it wiped up... pretty much. There was also one wet spot on the carpet. I had thrown the boys clothes and shoes into the bathroom with him, and the MANY (4, I think...) condoms and wrappers were tossed into my "travel" bag. THAT was going to need washing! If my boss HAD come up stairs, he MIGHT have thought I was napping on the couch, since I intended to sit down and cover up the wet spot if he did. But I realized after he left that the place WREKED of sex! lol
About a month later, the ex-secretary of my ex-job told me that the boss told HER that he thought I might be LIVING in the office when it was closed. Because he came in and I was up there running around stashing stuff away. And my hair looked like I had been sleeping. LMAO! I didn't tell her. She doesn't know about my activities.
This visit was far less stressful than the last. He was just as sweet and eager and high energy as before. But we got to take our time, and even play in the shower. (Something to cross off his list. haha!) It was delicious, and we made use of the furniture, too. He at one point had me up against the fridge door... this room had a kitchenette.
I told him, while we were resting between rounds, "I think you are a favorite now"
"A favorite? Really? Well, don't get used to it. I'll be going away to college soon."
"Bwahahaha! Get used to it? Two times in three months does not a habit make," I told him. "But you do what you have to do, sugar. I have lots to keep me occupied. I just enjoy your... enthusiasm. Not often does a cub wear ME out. I wear THEM out! But I think I know two people who are going to sleep VERY well tonight" *grinning broadly*
"Haha," he smiled. "Yes, so do I"
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I Can't Fuck Stupid... I tried, I just can't..
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Posted:Jun 13, 2013 10:53 am
Last Updated:Oct 7, 2016 10:59 pm
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Recent email received on the site:
Cub: i just take look at ur profile and find it cool! plz text me if u interested me
Read: "i just take [a] look at ur profile and find it cool! plz text me if u [are] interested [in] me"
Mrs: Um, no. I require if not spelling or capitalization, (we all get lazy--even me!) at least a verb; let alone, which tense. maybe if u typed "plz text me if interstd", I would have actually SENT this response. Instead, I will post it on my blog. Besides, I do not text strangers, you are well over 30, and you have a PPP (penis profile pic) Not to mention the fact that if I DID feel inspired to text you for some unknown reason, I could not, as you did not include your cell phone number. (Can you say, "Dumb-ass?")
In lieu of this message I am going to send a link to this blog entry.
Sincerely, Mrs
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Trailer Culture... but not that kind!
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Posted:Jun 11, 2013 12:01 am
Last Updated:Sep 17, 2013 11:38 pm
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Ever had sex in a trailer? Not a double wide or a camping 5th wheel kind of thing... the kind that take up the whole street when they are filming a movie or commercial. Big metal box full of electronic gadgets and a thousand sizes and colors of tape. They are stored on lots with other such trailers... and shipping containers... (that is one step TOO far for me--creepy!) Big, white, anonymous trailer.
My new cub was full of surprises: soft, clean new moving blankets spread on the floor between the racks and carts of gear and equipment... a generator to see once it was too dark for the translucent ceiling panels to shed any illumination... bottled water (though i always have my gatorade/water mix)... this was not his first clam bake. Haha!
Let me tell you, moving blankets are great for protecting your furniture from scratches and dents, but they dont make the floor any softer! lol good thing my ass has lots of built-in padding... doggy is not recommended in that situation; though maybe with my knee pads from derby...lol
Every few minutes you could hear another plane take off from the nearby airport; and less often someone driving through the lot to wherever they were going. Otherwise it was really quiet. Except for the moans and heavy breathing, and the jingle of dangling items on racks, swaying to the pulse of thrusting...
"If the trailer's a rockin', don't come a knockin'!" lol
Had to tone it down a bit when someone "next door" was loading/unloading equipment.
Cub said, "Shhh... Or they might wanna get in on this" *winks*
Ha! I bet... I wonder if they heard us anyway... I am NOT good at quiet. That is why I prefer hotel rooms. The other guests can complain all they want. If it isn't after ten pm, they should mind their own business. Once someone ACTUALLY pounded on the ceiling of the room below us..that was hilarious! But i digress...
I had a lot of fun in the trailer that night. A giver to be sure... maybe a little kinky (but whatever floats your boat, i say) I hadn't cum that much in a long while. I pretty much soaked the blanket we were on. He was an unusual body type for me. I don't like to date men who are bigger than I am. I like to say that I won't date anyone I can't take in a fair fight... But as he was so gentle when it counted, and very sensitive to my needs, I felt quite safe. Even when his hands were about my wrists or neck--a panic trigger for me normally, resulting in painful injuries on the part of the unfortunate grabber--I felt perfectly at ease. Okay, not perfectly, but I didn't freak out; just moved his hands elsewhere and continued 
I will never be able to look at a row of white trailers at a location filming again without getting a little wet with the memory. *purrrrr*
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Why cubs? Good question!
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Posted:May 19, 2013 11:26 pm
Last Updated:Jan 14, 2017 7:55 pm
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And one i answer quite often. Though the details may change order or the words change a bit, it all comes down to this: (excerpt from an email to a cub)
Cub: Why cubs? [Why shy young men? What is it attracts you?]
Mrs: I have a crazy sex drive. That is the truth. I have the desire all day, every day. I do still have relations with my husband, but he is satisfied with once a week or so. I am not! Younger men have a drive to match my own, a curiosity about the world, a fresh and positive outlook on life (nothing can go wrong-I am invincible! lol) and an eagerness to be part of something...anything... it's wonderful to witness and terrific to be a part of it.
I enjoy shy young men, because it is rewarding to be part of their awakening as a man. To be part of their education where [family] and school and friends fall short. Ethics and social graces are so often overlooked, but they are what makes one a citizen of the world.
I am just addicted to being part of all that. And i love passion... and require it, as much as they need to give it to someone. Why shouldn't it be me?
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hot Nephew... damn it
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Posted:Apr 20, 2013 12:14 am
Last Updated:Oct 7, 2016 11:02 pm
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My hot nephew lives in Philly... and before you get all judgmental on me, I didnt meet him, or even know he existed until he was 27 years old. He is my husband's long-lost sister's . And yes he is smokin hot, but no I won't touch him. ...mostly because he is pretty square and moral and such, not because I don't want to. Besides, I think his sister would be PISSED if she ever found out! lol
We are actually really good friends with him (my husband and I both), and he has stayed with us for weeks at a time. I do leave the bathroom door open when i shower, and change clothes w my bedroom door ajar... haha ...just because it's a little thrilling. But he wouldnt peek anyway; not on purpose.
I do like playing cards and drinking with him: our goodnight hugs linger a bit when he's a little drunk...*sniggering*
I know, straight to hell. I already have the handbasket picked out for my journey...
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Delicious cub
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Posted:Oct 31, 2013 11:43 pm
Last Updated:Oct 7, 2016 11:39 pm
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Casting back a bit... He was young, not even twenty... my favorite age. We spoke of food and friends (and enemies), and sport (participating, not watching), and lightly touched on adventure, but did not touch at all. We were out in public, as my first meets always are. I didn't have time for more than the briefest semi-private visit in my car. A kiss, a touch... a taste; sample of what was to come. I managed to titillate myself to the point of distraction. I was almost made late to my appointment.
It didn't begin on a high note. The contact number that he had sent me, when dialed, was answered by a young woman. I did my best to be the "ditzy, confused old lady" on the other end of the line, while thanking myself for being paranoid enough to block my outgoing ID before I dialed. Oh yeah, must remember to switch that back. Turned out to be a typo. One digit off; not a girlfriend, or a boss, or a wife... or worse: a mom. I have had some trouble with moms. Like the one that called me a succubus. Yep, that is what I said. That one made me laugh. Now I am a sucker of souls? I think she is somewhat confused in her anatomy. Pretty sure that isn't where the soul is supposed to be contained. *chortle*
I am glad I stayed calm and waited for a reasonable explanation. I get some doozies at times. Often the younger cubs are skittish, nervous... to the point of panic. I am not naive. I didn't live this long by believing everything I am told. Fact is that I don't care if they are actually experienced or fearless or rocket scientists... well, ok, rocket scientist is pretty hot...but I digress. I take everything I am told with a healthy grain (or two) of salt. Even simple things like, "I am over 18" or "I am under 35" or "I am kind of skinny and pale" or "I am male"... can not be taken at face value. It remains to be seen in person, even verified. I realize that people lie when they paint themselves into a corner; that they lie when they don't know what to say, or aren't sure what you want them to say. I expect some surprises. I just try to make sure that I have an exit strategy in place in the case of gross misrepresentation. Thus, meeting in public. I don't pretend to be glamorously beautiful or brilliantly schooled or fabulously rich. I am to the best of my ability just as I express to you. I just expect that you will look reasonably like your picture... on, say, a bad hair day.
This one was just as I had thought. So pleasant and sweet, and funny to boot. He didn't agree with every word I said, but didn't chose to argue either. A bright, polite, likeable young man. The kind that makes me twitch in my seat... hehe Once I got him ostensively alone, I was surprised with how mild and pleasant his skin smelled. Just clean. I had forgotten to warn him about myself and scents. I strongly dislike perfumes of any sort. But coincidentally, he had forgotten to wear any cologne, and this made me very happy. I love the subtle scent of a clean healthy young man's skin. *purrrrr* Oh my, guess I will have to go play in the shower tonight, after all. I had thought that my hubby's energetic and generous attentions this morning would last me. Why did I have to go and reminisce about a cub? lol Goodnight, my lovelies. I do miss you all... xx
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Opportunity knocks? ...you don't have to answer the door!
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Posted:Oct 9, 2013 12:07 am
Last Updated:Apr 23, 2014 1:07 am
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For my regular watchers... you may remember my post, GET OUT Listening to that inner voice?
Well, I got a message today from said cub. And it was a DOOZY!
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Cub: Hey Slut,
You should come by, and let me use you sometime. I'm working again, and a lot of hours. But I can make time to use that pussy again, and we both know how much you like being a little slut.
I'm not dead yet, and the neighbors moved.
But, I can get a room in your area if you like. Make it a little easier.
I read your blog. So... why don't you come and take off your clothes, and give yourself over, proving that you truly are a total slut.
Yeah, it sounds like I'm being an asshole to say that, But I think it would be hot, to have you give yourself over, knowing that I'm not all that fond of you, and my only intention, is to watch you make a of yourself by fucking me again
Let me know.
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SAY WHAT?
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Me: Oh, wow.
You really don't "get" me at all, do you?
I am not a sugar... those girls do what others want for money.
I am not strictly a slut either, as I am particular about if and when and with whom I sleep.
I kind of liked you, though you made me a bit uncomfortable at times.
I am sorry if I offended you somehow. I never called you out to this community, you know. Only I know who you are. My blog is for me. Some people enjoy reading it. Some do not.
Good luck out there. Be careful, as I will be.
Happy hunting.
xx
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As I am typing this blog entry, I receive a response to my response
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Cub: You be safe too,
And I realize you didn't put my info out there. I was buzzed last night, just being [a] perv lol.
I don't think you're a . Just wanted to treat you like one in bed lol.
Have a good night.
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Well okay then! lol
That's more like it!
G'nite, my little lambs
To all of you, a good night!
XX, Mrs I.
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caught! again...*sigh*
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Posted:Sep 11, 2013 12:52 am
Last Updated:Oct 21, 2016 12:40 am
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My husband knows that I have cubs, and that I do meet with them now and again. He doesn't like it much, but he's too smart to tell me not to. He says that he is not saying yes, just not saying no to it either. He doesn't want to watch or get off on me doing it. He just knows that it is what I want.
I won't deny that I saw them, but I also don't like telling him when I do. It's practically a guarantee that I won't be getting any at home for a while. And frankly, once a week is bad enough! Add a few MORE days on there, and I go bonkers! Even with roller derby as a vent, I am just too full of drive to sit around here by myself.
I suspect he has found a way to read my mail or something. He found out about the last one. Not sure if right away, or a day or so later. I can't blame him for being distant. *sigh* Oh well.
When he did get over it, a couple days later, Yahoo! Finally got what I wanted. XD He does know what I like. And I trust him, so I am comfortable with him taking charge. This is a very big thing. NO ONE gets to pull my hair! No one can spank my ass without permission and not get punched in response. He can.
I love my husband. I even LIKE him! And I desire him. I just also desire cubs. More for what they do than what they are... It is true that I was a wild one as a . But since I married him, I led a very monogamous life. For a good chunk of it, I didn't even want sex. Depression, I am guessing. Then one day, sometime after forty... WHAM! Yes I do.
It's true, I am human. I am female. I DO like the attention. It feels nice to be reminded that you are sexy, desirable... but I really REALLY like sex. And though many of the encounters I shared with cubs over the past three years were not exactly memorable... I don't regret it. I guess I am just bad. Straight to hell. Good thing that I don't believe in it... lol
It would be nice if this thing just switched off like a light, much as it switched on... then I could concentrate on gardening, and knitting and sudoku puzzles, like the other ladies... maybe someday it will. Until then, I will hunt. Looking for my local cub; my playmate. Someone who can give me what I want, then fade into the background. Just like I will fade out of theirs. Meet, play, go home.
I can dream...
xx
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This would be an Excellent time to fuck...{my 100th post!)
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Posted:Jun 21, 2013 1:32 am
Last Updated:Oct 9, 2016 3:25 pm
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I keep fielding messages to meet, but they are never at times when I CAN meet! Saw a couple of my local cubbies after mom went home... one of them twice It was exactly what I needed... but why is it I can never say, "Yeah, now I'm good for while." ?
I am good for..what, hours? Then I start thinking about sex again. Even if I am too tired or worn out (it CAN happen!) to do anything about it... I am still thinking about it. Could actually use some right--about--now! *le sigh*
Have a delicious cub from over the pond coming my way this weekend. Oh so creamy pale... *purrrr* I would be more excited if I was convinced I was going to get to actually SEE him... I guess you never know... Gal's gotta try, right?
Hope you are all making sexy plans for the weekend. I have promised to attend "victorian dance" w hubby tomorrow (save me!) and have to work sunday. Thankfully I have derby sat afternoon, and Monday hubbs and I are going to Disneyland! That's the one place we ALWAYS have a good time together...like the old days
Sat night is when I was hoping to see my UK cub, but I guess I have to leave it to the fates. He is talking about seeing his "brother's friend" that night. His brother's friend better have tits and a fine ass, or he is really missing out on a visit with me... hehe
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Strip Idol finalist!
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Posted:Jun 13, 2014 9:55 am
Last Updated:Jun 29, 2014 10:35 am
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Okay, my lurkers… I know you come around and peep through my curtains, and I'm okay with that. Just do me a little favor, and pop in on Busty's strip idol2 week 8 and show me some love. <3
Its down to the final three, and wow, the competition is fierce! I am excited to have gotten this far. Go check out the pics and and slip me a little sumpn-sumpn, okay? Your Mrs does like the attention
I'll be back to chat and post something new in a bit… meanwhile, vote with your heart… or whatever body part you have handy… *lick*
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Hello beautiful boy…
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Posted:May 24, 2014 1:52 am
Last Updated:Oct 7, 2016 11:49 pm
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My head is on a swivel again… mom is coming to town for our annual birthday torture session. I love my mom, but she can't deal with my love for young men. She thinks it is somehow harmful to me or my hubby or both… I don't agree. And so I can't talk about it… or act on it when mom is around. NOT that I get much chance to do much anyway. Life and derby seem to get in the way… But it is TEN times worse when mom is here.
btw, there is another pic, a hot one.. on Busty's Strip Idol post strip idol2 week 7 Go VOTE NOW! lol
Anyway, am thinking about sweet, tender lovin' and it's hard to keep my hand out of my panties…
I keep seeing pretty boys on skateboards and hanging out on benches. They try not to be obvious, but I catch the shy glance at the ground. Makes me hungry. Can't just react out in public; people have issues with that sort of thing. Let me know. A little eye contact… slip me your number. I am just curious enough to call. But don't have a hovering Mrs or psycho kitten at home, I don't have time for that nonsense.
Have a few of my local cubs sniffing at the door… but I have a taste for something… new? Is that horrible? I don't love them any less. Or even WANT them any less… I just have a strong drive to discover some new and interesting bit of flesh. I am considering again the possibility of meeting with a couple. But so far, this concept is very hypothetical. To get the right combo of boy AND girl… especially since few girls do anything for me at all. Maybe a T-girl? Boobs AND a cock? That seems pretty awesome.
I am just rambling now. I probably ought to get to bed. Derby practice in the morning… who knows what the night could bring?
xx, Your Mrs I.
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