Welcome to My Ramblings! Don't just lurk: come in, get comfy and sign my guest book! <3
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Posted:Apr 23, 2013 12:25 am
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"Roller derby girl yourmrsi looking for a smart, sweet young man 18-30ish. If you are 40 or older, please do not waste your time messaging me. I am sure you are a wonderful person, but I am attracted to boys considerably YOUNGER than I am. I don't know how to make this more clear. Also, I have an aversion to facial hair and baseball caps. This means that I do NOT like them, in case this is unclear to you. If these are non-negotiable to you, we might just have a little problem...lol
I am not shy, but it's okay if you are... take your time, and be polite, please. Oh, and please don't call me babe or baby... I am my mother's baby, not yours.
I am a very tall (5'11"), freckled, married woman, with a big ass, and a silly sense of humor. My husband knows I play, and stays out of it.
My Ideal Person A smart, sweet boy 18-30ish. I do prefer slim to athletic build-- height unimportant. Geeky/nerdy/awkward is not a problem. Maybe an artist? Musician, poet... creativity and a sense of humor is a plus <3
I do not smoke. Nor do I drink much or often. I don't use drugs. Do what you want to do, but I don't like how cigarettes taste on your breath. And I want you as sober as possible when you are with me. I don't have time for all that nonsense. Just be nice. I will be, too.”
Feel free to message me on my blog posts. If you wish to keep the messages private, there is a page for that, too... "Just Between You and Me, Sugar!"
In the meantime, enjoy my blog. Just random thoughts, events, and WTF's that occur to me from time to time. Do feel free to say hello or to comment. I love to hear what you are thinking. And to all of you lurkers... (you know who you are!)
Stand up and be counted. Let me know if I have piqued your interest, inspired your day or just plain pissed you off! Inquiring minds wanna know!
Most of all, have fun! I surely am... every moment I can!
*kisses*, your Mrs I.
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JUST BETWEEN YOU AND ME, SUGAR...xx
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Posted:Jun 8, 2013 8:16 pm
Last Updated:Apr 17, 2017 7:56 pm
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Here is place to pop in and say hello privately. Your message will be between the two of us.
Ask anything you like... mind you, polite questions get priority... xx, Mrs
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A happy, sexy Halloween!
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Posted:Nov 4, 2016 12:29 am
Last Updated:Nov 14, 2016 12:56 am
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Hope you all had a happy Halloween this long weekend. Monday was pretty much like a weekend day, as I lucked into a very pleasurable Halloween treat, a local favorite cub. I was at a league function for derby, socialising and recruiting for my team at a costume party. I received notice that my local playmate had his place to himself, despite it not technically being the weekend. I was dressed as a rollerskating kitty cat. I hadn't planned to stay out late, but I don't need to be asked twice. I really, really enjoy this cub's company.
He always greets me with a warm smile, and passionate sense of urgency. We worked some of that out right away. I think he wound up with half my kitty whiskers and black nose on his lips. When we came to a natural stopping point, I got a hot shower to wash the sweat and remainder of kitty cat makeup, and general funk of safety equipment from skating off of me. When I came out of the bathroom, he was making pancakes.
Now a fit, young half-naked man is a beautiful site. But that same man, barefoot in the kitchen, making me food? That is some smoking hot stuff, right there! We like to play a little game of distraction when he's at the stove. I like to see how deeply I can manage to take him in my mouth, and he tries to NOT burn the pancakes. He's pretty serious about those pancakes, so it's a real challenge. Lol One of them got a little on the dark side... Hehe In fact, the whole pancake process was temporally halted as a condom was retrieved and applied.
I had been sitting on a chair while sucking his long and very thick cock. It's a beauty... I stood up, and he took a position behind me, and pulled down my panties. I basically had to hold onto the seat of the chair in front of me in order to offer some resistance.
I'm not, as you may have heard me say many times before, quiet. Not at all. And when I'm having a good time, a passerby on the sidewalk is probably going to know. Lol And this boy... He's so very...gifted. I had gotten so excited sucking on him, that I had practically already soaked the chair (or rather, the towel I had placed on the chair) so I was more than ready for him.
But I'm never really ready for him. It's always a surprise. Holy...! I was loud. He even commented that if a neighbor calls the cops on us, I had better be the one to answer the door, because they weren't going to believe that he wasn't beating on someone with that tall powerful body, and those screams emanating from his apartment. Lol With a crescendo of "Yes!", and a whole lot of pressure released, pancake making resumed, and was followed by pancake consumption. They were delicious... Just like he is.
There was more play, and massage, and I couldn't have asked for a more lovely evening. Well, I could ask... But that would be greedy indeed.
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Babysitting Done Wrong
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Posted:Oct 19, 2016 12:19 am
Last Updated:Nov 14, 2016 1:00 am
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If you've read some of my other stories, your know that "babysitting" is how my husband refers to my dates with cubs. Lol Teasing me about the age difference, maybe trying to make me feel old. It doesn't work though. I find my boys to be so... hot.
There was this one time... wait, back up a bit. Long time ago, not sure how long... I met a cub I call D. Just D. He's a bit pervy, my D. Loves to hear about my other cubs even when we are already fucking. Seems to get him going. Would readily share me with another cub if I asked. He's very oral, and very attentive. He quite often just stares into my eyes to watch me climax, over and over while we go at it. We have a lot of fun together.
So it had been a while, and we chatted about how nice it would be to get together while I had time... but he was baby sitting for his brother all week. I mean, A REAL baby (I'm sorry, but Ewwwwww!) The timing sucked because he just came off a super long work week, and so did I... with another one following close behind. This one day was about the only day for weeks that we could meet.
"My baby niece has had a cold, so she's cranky, so I'm cranky. She's just started sleeping again. I'd love to see you, but..." I knew this was a bad idea...
"Sure. Try it. Bring her. Maybe she'll sleep..."
WHAT THE FUCK AM I SAYING?
"This may be a disaster," he said. MAY be? No shit! But he came, I opened the door and let him in, carrying a sleeping pink alien in a carseat. Ew.
I showed him to the corner where I had turned out the lights and turned on elevator music on the TV. We covered the seat with her blanket.
"We are going to hell," I commented as I undressed him, across the room and out of sight of the little sleeping creature.
As you probably have heard me say, I'm not good at quiet. I'm just not. I express myself. Often and with enthusiasm. But I tried to keep it down to a dull roar. At one point we heard a little cry...
We froze like a dirty statue, ears cocked, wondering if the jig was up... She fell back asleep. We got through our first round, and lay whispering how lucky we had been so far, then decide to tempt fate with a second go. I guess things got a little hot because I heard myself make a noise that had an immediate reaction. Just a quiet fussing, but we knew that was the tip of the iceberg. We gave in, and dressed. Well that was... well, odd. But still fun. Better than nothing!
"Wow, we sure got lucky!" he said."She slept through the whole thing. My brother would kill me if he knew." He kissed me good-by and carried the little plastic baby carrier out the door.
Definitely going to hell. Oh well, from what i understand, all the fun people will be there.
Goodnight, my little lambs. Sweet naughty dreams.
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Pacing my Enclosure
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Posted:Oct 15, 2016 7:46 am
Last Updated:Nov 5, 2016 10:37 pm
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So restless... I'm up at my mom's again. Helping the folks get some DIY projects done that they really shouldn't be attempting on their own at their age. My step dad is very capable, but he gets forgetful and overwhelmed sometimes. And my mother is smart, but gets impatient, and is prone to taking shortcuts. I have to keep them from killing themselves or each other.
They live in a small town in northern California. They don't know about my husband's and my arrangement for me to let off steam with my cubs. They would freak out completely. They are good people, tolerant of differences in race, religion, sexual preference...to a point. But this is something too much.
There are only a couple thousand people in the town. Everyone here knows everyone's business. I simply could not manage a tryst with a young man here without it getting back to my very social mother. So, when I come up with hubby, he does his best to keep me calm. I'm encouraged to go on walks with the in the forest. I bring a lot of batteries...
But this trip, hubby had to stay home and work. So I'm extra wound up. I saw one of my favorite cubs before I left. He's is a monster. Physically he's something special; he's tall, almost entirely made up of lean muscle, hung like a , and has a smile as charming as the devil himself. Everything about the way he interacts with me lights me up like a Xmas tree. His touch, his scent, his passionate kisses. Everything about him just shouts at me, "Fuck me hard! Fuck me now!" Which always ends up taking a few hours.. Have you ever bought a bed-in-a-bag? Comforter, bed shirt, shams, sheets, and pillowcases in one go? If you have, you know that once you get the contents out, they sproing. They aren't going back in again the same way. Stuffing that thick long sausage into my body is a slow process, wonderfully exciting and deliciously satisfying one. Don't know how the contents ever got there, but every time, it's the same challenge.
I have played with him more than half a dozen times now. We've never managed under two hours, and have spent more than 6 hours together at a time. Kissing, stroking, licking, sucking and fucking... Taking breaks for water, snacks. I adore that face. He's spoiling me.
Damn, time to break out another pack of batteries. I'm not getting back to sleep this morning... *purr*
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Hey, we need to talk...
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Posted:Oct 14, 2016 10:11 pm
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2019 8:18 pm
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Look sugar, I like you. I do. And I like how you are always up for a little fun. But there's just a few things we have got to talk about...
When we first start talking, I have a plan. I'm going to find out if there is a good chance we are going to get along well. I'm going to ask you all kinds of stuff that has nothing to do with sex. You don't have to answer if you don't want to. But don't misrepresent. Don't lie. This is going to throw things off. You all say you want a woman who "knows what she wants". I realize you think this just means sex. But it actually means everything. The mind is extremely important in achieving orgasms. If I you don't stimulate my mind, my body can't get into it. You don't have to impress me; you just have to interest me. If i think there's a chance, we make plans to meet in person.
When we first met IRL, things will be a little different than they are here online.
For one thing, I'm taller than you thought. Also, my ass is actually scary in person. It's not mean, it just acts that way, smashing into stuff and eating all my panties... Also, I either chatter endlessly or silently stare at you, depending on my mood. And trust me, if you don't want to see someone from a cult, don't ask me about roller derby. I'll tell you about it; totally wanna... but you won't hear the end of it.
Next, this is a date. I'm an kind of old lady. When I was a young girl, guys and girls didn't "hang out", there was no Netflix and chill... Don't get me wrong, I am capable of opening my own doors and buying my own drinks, but if you asked me out, I'm going to be unimpressed if you don't step up for the occasion. It's nice to be treated like you are important. If I reach for your hand, then it's OK for you to do the same. But in public, you need to take your cues from me.
Seeing how we click means finding out if we have chemistry, and if we both feel comfortable about being alone together. If that happens, and schedule allows, finding a suitable, private, clean place for us to play is on you. I can't do it. I'm not working enough to support a hotel habit, and my husband, though tolerant of my hobby, is not going to allow you in our home. Plan ahead for that possibility; but chances are, we'll have a nice social visit, and maybe make more elaborate plans for next time. Don't kiss me or grope me in public. I'll kiss you if I feel safe and comfortable doing so.
Here's the really important stuff. Be on time, message if you are running late. Please and thank you. May I, or do you mind if? Little stuff like that goes a long way. Good manners will take you places.
Likes: clean, clean shaven, well groomed, polite, punctual, mindful
Dislikes: Rude, pushy, vulgar, self absorbed, perfumed, lazy, inconsiderate
I know you read my stories. You know what I CAN be like... relaxed, friendly, down to earth, easy going... But I'm no pushover. I take shit from NO ONE. Don't pressure me. Don't wheedle or harass. By all means, don't do anything I have asked you NOT to do. I will kick you to the curb. Seriously.
If we hit it off, and play well together, maybe we'll get a chance to play again. Maybe. But nothing in life is guaranteed. Be happy for whatever time we get. I promise you that I am. The luckiest lady in the world right here.
I'm glad we had this talk. Now say goodnight and kiss me sweetly.
Xx, Your Mrs I.
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Breakfast of Champions
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Posted:Oct 11, 2016 1:58 am
Last Updated:Oct 27, 2016 1:37 am
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Quite a while back, I met up with a new cub, a writer, for breakfast. Since I'm so much nicer when I eat, it's always a good idea to consider your options. Early mornings are hard for me. I'm sleepy, and starving, but also horny as hell. You just don't want to get on the pointy end of those horns. Lol
He came out to a coffee shop in my hood, and we sat down at a table in the corner. It was busy, and a little louder than I would have liked. But the coffee was good, and the waiter brought me my pancakes and bacon, crispy... Just as I like it. I asked for extra syrup, as I like to drench my pancakes in it. (Unless it's real maple syrup, which almost no one serves.) I said I need to use enough syrup to ensure that the pancakes were thoroughly drowned. They have to be dead.
My date responded with, "I should hope so! I mean, if you were going to sit there and eat LIVE pancakes, right in front of me and everything. I don't think I could stomach that."
I did a spit take. I mean that I literally had to cover my mouth, because my sudden burst of laughter made coffee come out my mouth and nose. I liked him. This was fun!
We ate and chatted, then he paid the check, and walked me to my car. I said, "Let's take a walk". He took my hand as we ambled up the shady street south of the boulevard. We stopped at a big oak, and he drew me close and kissed me. That was not the kiss I had expected. My Writer seemed quiet and shy, but this was a passionate kiss. I was moved. We stood there breathing each other's air for a few minutes, pulling each other close, as close as possible.
"I think we need some privacy," I whispered. He asked if I knew a place. I told him to Yelp it. So long as it was clean and decent, I didn't mind a motel. We found one close, and drove over.
When the Writer and I walked in, the clerk looked at us askance. He looked my date up and down and then me. "Just one night?" he asked.
We answered in the affirmative. He pretended to look at the computer, then said. "We have no rooms." Really? Interesting... Since the sign did NOT say no vacancy... It was the age difference. I have seen that look before. Judgemental prick. You only WISH you had a cougar like me when you were his age!
We left and found another place near by. We were relieved to have a door to shut behind us. He was a couple of inches shorter than me, but who isn't? I don't mind. We're all the same height lying down... Lol The surprise came when I removed his shorts and revealed a rather large, thick toy to play with! I knelt on the bed and licked and stroked it. I had him in my mouth for a minute or two, but he stopped me. He had ideas of his own... He warmed me up with his tongue, to the sound of my moans. He was actually quite skilled at it. I was thoroughly enjoying it. Plus, there is no sight more exciting to me, than a hot young man with his face buried between my meaty thighs... Hehe
He opened a condom and wrestled it into place. Now he was in a hurry...lol
I directed him to relax, lie down... I straddled him, and slowly lowered my self down on to his impressive erection... He waited for me to adjust to his size. I rode him until I came a couple of times, then rolled over on my back to give him a go. He place one of my legs on his shoulder for leverage, and Wheeee! We fucked until he was close, as I instructed him to let me know. Then I pulled away from him and unwrapped my present... He was only a few moments in when he released on my lips and tongue. Yay!
We drank water from the bottle I was carrying, and lay sweaty and happy on the bed. After a rest and some chat, he was ready for a second round. Another condom to task. I was giddy with pleasure. What a fine morning! I mounted him again, reverse cowgirl this time, just as I was starting to wear out. I knew he wouldn't last long in this position. No one ever does. Haha! We timed it perfectly. I didn't insist he come in my mouth this time, I just let us release together. It was smokin' hot. Afterwards we lay close and kissed. He remarked on my tasting like maple syrup still. Lol
I'm always so happy when a cub isn't squeamish about kissing me after I have tasted them. It's not like I'm saving it to ambush them with it. Haha. I just like cum. It's magical and fun! He said he probably had just one more in him... Far be it from me to turn down a last brief romp! It was brief, and sweet. We dressed and parted with smiles on our faces. "Let's do this again sometime!" I said. And we did just that.
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Everything is about anal with you boys!
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Posted:Sep 6, 2016 12:51 am
Last Updated:Nov 14, 2016 1:14 am
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Everyone has an asshole. Men, women, everyone in between. So, hetero males, why on earth are you all so obsessed with anal sex? If you want ass so badly, there are probably plenty of male folk who will volunteer. You don't need us....
I'm not saying a little touchy feely play isn't fun. I'm all for that. Give me a heads up, and I'll take extra care to be extra clean for that kind of play. I don't mind a touch, a kiss.... But that is not a main point of entrance, boys. It's an exit; a potentially messy and hazardous one. Everything your body has NO USE for WHATSOEVER leaves though that door. You have to be careful. Clean. Aware. That bacteria can be dangerous. Especially to the delicate bacterial ecosystem that inhabits vaginas. Nothing that goes in the back door should be allowed near the front without being washed first! Not fingers, tongues, toys, nothing!
It's a short, narrow passage. It's not meant for passenger vans and semis. You are probably not going to fit. If there is pain involved you are going to regret it. You'd be safer trying to stick a bobby pin in an electric socket than to make something on my body hurt. Now maybe if you have a skinny little pencil dick, you might fit. Maybe that's the only place anyone can feel you. Idk. But trust me, if I see you and tell you that you are too big and won't fit, that means STOP TRYING. You are now harassing. Stop!
Trust me, I have tried. Many times at the whining behest of some cub. Just try, see, just a little. No. You get carried away, and play too rough, and someone is gonna get hurt. Trust me darlin', it ain't me. Gonna be some serious Sodom-style revenge going down if you actually hurt me!
Now a vagina is made for that kind of activity. Bang away... Whee! That's what we are here for! Some of you big boys need a little extra time getting us warmed up for you. It's worth the wait. Move too quickly, and we'll seize right up. Anticipation of an extra large special delivery can put us on edge. Won't fit a q-tip in there. Take your time. Probably a good time to brush up on your oral skills.
No matter what you have in mind, it's always a good idea to ask permission first. The worst I can say is no. Try something else. Best case scenario, you and I had exactly the same idea in mind! Remember, if you want something, just ask. Don't be offended if I say no. Don't take it personally. I like what I like. We all have our preferences, and that's OK.
In closing, butts are great. Ass play can be fun. Don't try stick anything in anyone's anything without asking. No means no. And go ahead, ask. You never know what weird fantasy is shared by someone else, (Although maybe take a little time to get to know them a bit first, hmm?)
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Full Stable
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Posted:Aug 26, 2016 11:33 pm
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2019 8:23 pm
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I'm such a happy camper right now. I have two new favorite cubs that I met at just about the same time, give or take a week.
One is intensely calm and controlled, dirty in the best possible sense, and charmingly romantic. I call him Superman because of an adorably nerdy stunt he pulled on our first date. Wore a deliciously tight superman logo shirt under his button-down. Love it! He is a professional massage therapist, and his warm, strong hands feel amazing on me. Passionate kisser, and I love his voice. He always manages to say things to me that get my motor running. And that body... Oh my. He treats me with such courtesy in public, and respect in private. He's quite an amazing cub. I only wish he lived closer... *le sigh*
The second cub is a local boy. I call him Parker. So tall, fit, and unusually flexible. Frenetic energy. Funny and very smart... maybe too smart? A little cocky... but, erm... well-endowed: long and so thick! So I guess cocky is to be expected, but never disrespectful. He is quite considerate, even sweet. His skin smells so good to me, it's crazy. I want to devour him. Such beautiful lips. I could stare at him all day. The last two times we met up, we spent upwards of 6 hours together. Cubs don't often wear me out... Lol
Life is good. As my young skater friend commented to me the other day, "Full stable; good job!"
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There is practical and there is practical...
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Posted:Mar 26, 2015 8:53 pm
Last Updated:Oct 14, 2016 11:49 pm
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New cub: I am really interested in getting to know you.
Me: You can start by telling about yourself. Your profile doesn't tell me much.
Cub: What do you want to know?
Me: *sigh* ok, well, this is why they have you fill out the profile. Everything. Just tell me everything. Your life, your dreams, your darkest secrets… scratch that. Do you live at home w family, roommates, alone, w … do you study, work… and at what? Do you drink, smoke, do recreational drugs? Do you read at all? What music do you listen to? That's a good start.
Cub: I live with roommates. I go to school. I was studying art, but switched to accounting.I don't smoke or do drugs. I like hip hop and rock.
Me: You switched from art to accounting? How practical. and Safe. What are you doing here? I mean, really. What do you expect to find here?
*deactivated account*
Oops, was that too much?
Oh well… easy come, easy go…
I met a new one a while back. So sweet and smart. A local boy, so it could work out to be good… I told him I was a lot nicer when I am fed (no lie) , so we met at a coffee shop. I ate a pile of pasta, (but saved the garlic bread for later, as I really liked this one… no reason the torture the boy.) He barely touched his burger.
"Don't you like it?" I asked. He said it was fine, but for once in his life he really didn't care what the food tasted like… *giggle* Oh, how sweet! I was developing a hunger of my own.
He lived nearby. I rode with him in his car. Not my usual M.O., but I felt quite safe with him. Door-opening and all… quite a gentleman. Though he was quite anxious to be touched in the car along the way. Don't go there, I warned. I don't like car sex, but I will tease you and make you walk out of your car with either a throbbing erection, or a downright mess in those jeans. XD
He behaved better after that warning.
He led me into his place. His roommate was away for the evening. A good thing as (you know) I am not good at quiet. Haha. I have had issues with cubs' neighbors in the past… even downstairs hotel guests! lol
We began stripping and making out on the couch, but i stopped the proceedings. "Unless you intend to leave this couch on the curb tomorrow, I suggest we move this party elsewhere; something with washable linens." Neither quiet nor neat, I am a messy, messy girl. And I don't care whose bed I destroy in the process…lolWe moved the party upstairs. I was disappointed in that there was no nightstand. Where would I put my huge glass of water? Play is thirsty work. Especially for me.
The bed was quite high, much like my own. He was a delicious kisser. Passionate and gentle both, occasionally quite driven and fierce. I played along. He backed off the moment I moved his hand away or maneuvered away the slightest bit. He was so much fun! He seemed to enjoy kissing and playing with my nipples and pussy as much as I enjoyed being played with. His kisses tasted like me, tart and salty-sweet. I was tingling all over and could not stop smiling. Neither could he.
"Hi," I would randomly look in his eyes and say. We would both grin like Cheshire cats.
"Hi," he'd reply.
We experimented with different positions, but almost casually… like, turn over here… or come up here for a bit… then when the whim struck me, i'd slide off of him and take him instead into my mouth. Condom would get scrapped. We are finishing here, i informed him. I want to taste you… After a good deal of moaning and eye rolling… i love that!… I was rewarded with a mouthful of hot, salty-bittersweet semen. We continued to play, shortly thereafter opening another condom package.
We played rough at times, but I'd suddenly find my head being tilted up to accept a pillow beneath it. I made an incredibly vulgar inquiry about whether he could have imagined a few hours earlier that he would be "balls-deep" in me as he gently propped my head with a pillow. No. No way. It was hilarious.
I realized how late it had gotten. I needed to book. He laughed about how there was a pillow in each corner of the room.
He offered me the shower, I thought it a good idea to rinse off some of the sweat and… well everything that was on my skin at that point. lol It would have been fine, but he had to foliow me in and make trouble. "Now you;ll have to run into the other room and get another condom." He did so. We fucked in the shower with warm water running all over us, then I got him to cum a second time, on my lips. "That was new" he remarked. He was still caught up over never having been asked to give a facial before, or having his scrotum licked like a lollipop. Hehe
I rinsed off yet again and dressed to go. He followed suit. We left the apartment and drove back to my car, talking about post punk and screamo music. (I had a cub who was a screamer. He had a pierced lip…. but I digress) He walked me to my car and kissed me goodnight. A perfect evening. *sigh*
Again! Little horny spoiled brat yelled inside my head, Again! I certainly hope so.
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Fun when you can get it!
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Posted:Jun 8, 2014 11:35 pm
Last Updated:Oct 7, 2016 9:06 pm
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I am in Palm Springs for a few days, helping my dad move house. My husband and are both with me. It's super hot out 109 today. And the pool is calling my name pretty much all day long while I work.
I finally got the last load of the day dropped off, and had my first opportunity to relax. Slipped into my bikini and slid into the warm, sun-heated water. I am going to miss the private pool. The new place has a year-round heated community pool… but no skinny dipping THERE! And no midnight swims either  These people have NO IDEA what fun is! lol
Hubby joined me in a swim, or rather, I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him transport me across the pool. Like a happy little barnacle. 
We then had to hurry and dress for the Tony awards viewing party we had to go to. The retired gay community of Rancho Mirage is big on Tonys… and parties… big surprise, right? lol I never go to live theatre and basically can't stand musicals. Unless there is a lot of violence in them… like Sweeny Todd? I'd rather watch an action flick.
Anyway, we munched on tasty finger food and watched dreamy Hugh Jackman officiate for about half of the thing before we made our escape. No one noticed. They were all riveted to the screen(s).
I collapsed in a wine induced sprawl on the bed and hubby took notice (yay) for the first time in a while… hands and lips traveled up my bare thighs as he slid my skirt upward. In a flash, panties were nowhere to be found and lips made contact. *moaning softly* No one was home. Our big chance.
"We'd better hurry before they get back," he said. I nodded in agreement, sliding out of my blouse and bra. His hands explored every curve of my body as he continued to lick and kiss at my pussy.
My moans got louder as he added a slender finger to the mix. I wanted it badly. Had for days now. I could see stars now. Swirling stars. "Yes!" Hubby removed his pants and boxer briefs. I could see his naked reflection in the mirrored closet door behind him. Such a great ass. Still, after all these years. He took me with urgency. They might come back any time now… and I was worked into a frenzy that culminated in loud cries. When I calmed a bit, he rolled me onto my stomach and pulled me to the edge of the bed. He took me from behind. It was so hot. He was so excited. I was so happy. I squealed. lol
He laughed, but didn't stop. "Don't stop!" I pled. He continued to grind against my ample ass. My fevered pitch triggers something in him, and his pace increased. I felt his hands clutching at my hips as he continued to pound me. "Oh…" he breathed. I knew he was close. And I had come several times in the same space.
"Yes," I whispered. "YES!" I yelled.
He collapsed on top of me, and kissed my neck. It was just what I needed. A perfect end to a very hard weekend.
Thanks, hubby. <3
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My wish list…
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Posted:Apr 23, 2014 1:49 am
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2019 8:21 pm
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Wish I had a day where I didn't think about how I am going to pay my bills. Money is so boring. I have ZERO interest in it! I only want to do what I do. I want to skate, play with cubs, and spend time with my hubby and my dog. I don't mind working. In fact, I like working. I enjoy accomplishing something. Creating something… It's a great feeling. But I wish I didn't have to bill , and I wish I didn't have to in turn pay bills. How about, I do excellent work, and people pay my stupid bills? Sounds good, right? Meh. I guess it works that way for some people.
I was just thinking about a cub… someone I met a long, long while back. He was only 19 or 20… my favorite age. We met near where he lived in Victorville. Starbucks. He was late, and I was PISSED! lol When he DID arrive, I made him wait, standing before me as I remained seated, checking my (naughty) email before I looked up, lowered my reading glasses and said, "You are late."
He apologized, and was squirming with the discomfort of being in a familiar place with an unknown and potentially problematic entity. He didn't want someone to see us together and get curious about what was going down. lol
I walked with him out to the lot, and had him get into my car. He sat quietly and couldn't return my gaze. So nervous. Made me feel quite titillated. Where are we going? He managed to ask. I ignored him and kept driving. I had booked a room nearby.
Someplace p-private? He tried again. Oh god, if he was going to stutter, I wasn't going to make to the hotel without soaking my panties. lol
Yes, my dove. Someplace very private, I answered. I had scored on a room for next to nothing, as it was a weekday, and the person in this middle of nowhere hotel was willing to take next to nothing to change the sheets in a few hours. Normally I wouldn't spend a penny on a cub, but this was early days; I still had a job back then.
I got him into my room. He was rather tall and leggy. Slight of build. I could probably throw him if i had the inclination. lol Instead, I undressed him, and led him to the bathroom. I ran the water until it was pleasant and instructed him in. He was wearing some kind of perfume-y deodorant or aftershave or something. It had to go.
I washed him from outside the tub me in my bra and panties, splashing the floor occasionally through my ministrations. He was quite hard and kept making moaning sounds… it was almost unbearable. I led him back to the bed, pulled back the covers, toweled him dry, and pushed him onto the bed.
I stroked him while he looked back at me with those puppy eyes, then took him into my mouth. I half expected him to cum right then. lol
To my delight, he did not. Through some trick of nerves, he was unable to release at all. I toyed with him, then sheathed his member and rode it for quite a long while: three… four hours? I am not sure. When I was finally exhausted, he asked to be taken back to his car. His phone had gone off many times, and he was expected for dinner. Hahaha! Okay, sugar.
I drove him back, and then drove home the hour and half back to my neck of the woods. I never would go that far for a cub, but I had been out near there on business. I was singing out loud and dancing in my seat. I never met with him again, but we have kept in touch this long while. We talk about gf problems, and masturbation, and kinky quirks. He asked if I could teach him how to eat a pussy properly and to suck a cock. Guide the pussy project? Yes! The cock idea is a bit more theoretical. I don't know that he really would want to, probably just a fantasy, but I would love to get to play with two of my boys at once.
*purrr*
Ahhh… off to my happy place. With that I bid you g'nite, my lambs.
Don't be a stranger…
xx
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Sweet is fine! *purrrr*
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Posted:Sep 4, 2013 6:39 pm
Last Updated:Apr 21, 2019 8:21 pm
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Met with a cub from a while back. Has probably been a year since I saw him last. I enjoyed our time before, but he had a night job job that made him unavailable in the evening and passed out all day long. Besides he had a kitten gf, and an armenian one at that. I don't live for drama, so I stayed out of it. He just appeared again by email. No more night job, no more gf... Yea for me! 
He is a "gifted" young man. Very gifted and rather young. I was quite excited to see him again. He was just as sweet and pleasant as I remembered. Clean soft skin... smelled so nice. Eager to get down to it, but not bossy or impatient. He let me undress him, as I like to do.
Afraid I got a bit overexcited at the feel of him in my hand, and then in my mouth... and so did he. He warned me that it had been a while since he had "finished"... don't think any one but my husband had ever called it that...lol It wasn't going to be long. I was into it and didn't care. Let him finish right there. He is young; he'll recover in a few minutes and we'll get to the wrestling part He moaned and stroked my hair until he exploded in my mouth. Yum.
He is so long and thick. Feels amazing inside of me. Filling me up with his body. I missed it. Oh god, he said... "don't know what's happening to me... I am going to finish again! *giggling* Goodie! Because so was I... for about the third time in twenty minutes... lol
I wish we had more time, but I had to get back to work, and he had to pick up his brother for something or another. *sigh*
"You're very sweet, affectionate." I told him. "That was nice." He had been caressing and kissing my body.
"Thank you. It was nice," he agreed. "I'm not a romantic guy or anything, but I try..."
Hahaha! Just about the most romantic thing he could say. lol Adorable.
Can't wait 'til next time. 
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