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White Powdered Sugar Problems
Posted:May 8, 2017 6:34 am
Last Updated:Jun 6, 2017 5:40 am
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Maybe not a problem at all, but just a solution for "sumthin sweet" I'm talking about beignets. French doughnuts. I'm waiting on my gf to get her face painted and dressed so we can go to Huntsville's "Broken Egg" and have breakfast, including some of those little powdery sugared donuts!

I've never been one to try and get through life sugar coating everything. I am too practical at times and also verbose. I say whatever is on my mind and it just doesn't work for me. In a moment of passion when the iron seems hot to push the limits, I suggest a threesome or moresome because I know my gf would really enjoy the attention that would give her. But it quickly seems to dampen the passion when I do.

So, maybe just focusing on all that is good is best. Accept the fact that I am an old fart with visions of grandeur for wild passionate sexual adventures . Be thankful for what I have rather than always wanting more....but I do. I really do...and maybe with a good coating of something sweet all over?
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A Living Hell
Posted:May 1, 2017 10:42 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 4:17 am
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When you are inbetween two places of residence it is a living Hell for sure. Between pillar and post kinda..."home" and "Home." Not fun a nightmare. I would not recommend this to anyone, however, for now it has to be this way. I plan to maximise my life in the future and this is only one step in that direction?

Divorces can be messy. How well I know! But I am hoping to make the next transition smooth as possible. No earthly trappings are worth what living with the one who loves me, shows me affection, and meets my needs really means to me.

If you guys have any advice, I am listening.
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Group Play Birmingham..January 17th
Posted:Jan 6, 2017 9:38 am
Last Updated:May 2, 2017 3:07 pm
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There is a lot of adventure waiting some very lucky folks in The Birmingham Area January 17th....come females and males for some New Year Passion.

Our Election Day turnout was okay with about nine females and males enjoing each other's talents and abilities. Females rule and you can have your choice of partners.

Our space is comfortable and the atmosphere is always relaxed. No smoking in the room, but you can go elsewhere if need be to smoke close by. There will be some drinks and snacks available, so come and play all day 10 am - 4 PM.....and go with us afterwards out to eat at our favorite seafood gathering place!

Whatever goes....if you have a fabtasy, share it with us and let us help you experience your heart's desires.....it is what it is all about. We want everyone to leave with a smile on their face!
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Picture Perfect
Posted:Oct 11, 2016 8:27 am
Last Updated:Jan 22, 2017 3:30 pm
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As I waited at the corner table of the place we'd decided to meet, I had a scenic view of the lake out back and in front of me I could see through the glass ito the entrance way.

"Is that she?" I pondered as the time approached for us to meet. One after another came through and some were look-a-likes for sure.

The waiter came by at least three times to see if I was all right or in need. "She will be here in a little bit," I assured him.

When she came through the door she was smiling and walked straight to me and I stood and we embraced and before she could sit down, the waiter was seating her by pulling out the chair for her.

"You are correct, Sir," he flat stated, "She is a beautiful woman! and you are a very lucky man indeed."

I was being taken by a waiter for a larger than life tip, I knew, but the radiancy of my new friend's face was well worth any price. She was exuberant!

Then I realized, she was picture perfect. Maybe even in person a little more than all that? It was such a pleasant experience. Only because her Saturday was already taken....we agreed to have Sunday Dinner after her family left.

But how often does that happen....meeting someone who actually is as pretty or attractive as their picture portrays?
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Words for every occassion.
Posted:Aug 24, 2016 8:47 am
Last Updated:Sep 20, 2016 3:12 pm
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Words can convey powerful realities, so one has to be careful in the use of those words.

I was just talking with a real lday on another site and she started using words to see what I'd do with them, so I fell into the pit set for me....and I went places she was tempting me to go.

You just never know in these instances whether the person is trying you out for size or playing you for a fool. Either case, I so aptly set myself up for failure...I know that.

But then, just like the other day..on the same site...I asked a woman if she shaved to which she replied, "Yes, but I enjoy a man who will shave me."

To that I stretched myself and asked, "Do you swallow?"

"Honey, not only do I swallow, I love to take all of a man in my mouth and play with him after he cums...when he just is so sensitive it drives him buts....the more you can cum in my mouth, the happier I will be...it makes me so wet tasting your hot molten cum on my teeth and gums.....hummmmm." she repled.

So, of course, that afternoon we met and played..at her apartment....and it was like so unreal.

So words are wonderful to use, but you just never know...what is one woman's filthy trash is another woman's playful tease that leads to an encounter!

Go figure.
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Miss All Of You!
Posted:Aug 24, 2016 7:29 am
Last Updated:Oct 11, 2016 8:08 am
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Since my time expired in May of being a Gold member, I have visited the site rarely. What good is it to visit if I can't read my mail? Or watch porn? Or interact with people who are on line?

So I blog or write a magazine article hoping some of my friends will leave me a message I can read to know how things are going for them? I enjoy this site immensely, but had to let it go.

Trying to save up my money to go overseas to se emy graduate next year in Scotland.......would love to meet someone in Scotland?
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Ahhh...the anticipation.
Posted:Aug 3, 2016 5:34 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 4:17 am
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Been talking with a divorced lady my age for a couple weeks and the daily texts are giving me a heightened sense of expectation for our weekend time together. It will surely be sweet unwrapping this birthday package!
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I just love sexual play, don't you?
Posted:Jul 6, 2016 2:16 pm
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 4:17 am
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Fourth of July was hot and so so damp! I left the comforts of home dressed in a golf shirts and jeans headed over to the area where I could see the fireworks and little did I know I'd meet up with a group of college girls who were in a partying mood!

Six beauties had climbed into a blue beamer and gotten lost on the back roads of Lake Martin, ending up at the scenic park off Hwy 50, along with maybe five hundred other folks picnicking, drinking and waiting for the fireworks show at the amphitheatre.

"Want a beer?" one of the girls asked me as I walked a ways down the trail with my chair on my back. "You look pretty thirsty."

"Thanks...what you drinking?"

"Corona, Miller Lite, or Bud....what you like?" She was smiling and looking me over in her swim suit bikini covered with an AU t-shirt.

"I'll have a Miller Lite, thanks. Guess this is as good a spot as any to settle down. Mind if I sit here with you?"

As she brought me a cold Miller Lite handing it to me, she grabbed me on the shoulder and pulled me into her body giving me a kiss...."Only if you like females," she laughed.

"What are you girls doing?" I asked innocently.

Another young beauty...dark hair...tanned skin....dancing blue eyes.....scandily dressed in a see through blouse and cut off shorts with tennis shoes on....."We are letting our hair down and trying to collect some memories of being wild "gone mad" college celebrating the 4th with a fifth."

When I laughed, another dark haired, very young looking...possibly freshman...petite, barely five foot tall came out of the woods...obviously high...smoking a joint...and walking with another young thing..barely. "We just want to have some fun.." she wobbled over to me and stopped right in front of where I had set up my chair and settled down to drink my cold beer. The two girls started making out, kissing and fondling each other. It was quite a show.

The first girl...blonde, who had kissed me leaned down to nibble on my ear and whispered.."You like to watch, don't you..you are a pervert.." and she giggled obviously about three sheets in the wind.

She fell into my lap and we started kissing..."I may be a pervert...I may like to watch...but I enjoy pleasing more than anything and I know what to do to make some memories for you girls.

A fifth young girl seemed shy and said little but I noticed she was drowing Corona's like a thirty athlete rehydrating her body with water. She was just drinking her full of the cold beer before it got hot.

Slipping my hand inside her t-shit to feel her 36c breasts, my blonde moaned and whispering in my ear said to me, "I hope you like to do it in public while others watch?"

Her mouth was all over mine kissing me with beer breath...guess mine was no different...and I did not want to answer either way to her suggestion. I was having to much fun. Just about that time an older couple walking the trail walked past us and I could not hear what they were saying, but I guess they did not see me, because I heard the woman say something like.."These Auburn University students should know better."

My hand find a way to her thighs and surprisingly her swim suit bottom miraculously came loos and gace me perfect freedom to explore her hot, wet pussy. We both were sweating from the beer, the heat, the passion of the monent. In all fairness, her hands were giving me a rubbing through my jeans to make any man disturbed! She was rubbing hard.

Her kisses were wet and sloppy and she did not stop drinking. One of the other girls brought her a second, then a third Corona while I was still drinking my first. Of course, my mouth was busy kissing...my hands were thrusting deep into her pussy...and she was enjoying the feeling...as the two girls continued to sit beside us making out on a blanket on pine straw. Two girls had walked away hand in hand and the last, very shy and quiet girl finally came over and watched the two "couples" making out.

It was nine o'clock and the first BOOM in the sky made all of us look through the woods to see the sky light up. I looked back over my shoulder to see hundreds of people up above us at the park looking our way and to the fireworks. The beer was taking effect...I felt no pain...asked for another and thanked the girls for their hospitality.

"These are great memories" my little blonde spoke in response. "I never had an old man finger fuck me during a firworks show!"

I was caught up short not realizing she had already had an orgasms, but I had feel her gush wet and her moaning I thought was just sex play..she was easy to cum! "I have never been this lucky either!" I assured the girls.

Then the quiet girl who had not said a word stood up and came over to the girl who was in my lap saying, "Can you walk into the woods with me...I got to pee."

They walked off with the firworks lighting their way and I wondered where they'd find a place to hide enough to pee, but in no time they came back and my friend I'd been fingering leaned down and whispered in my ear..."Do you like blow jobs? My girlfriend wants to suck you off."

Talk about being shocked, she went on to say..."All of us will stand around you and shield you while she goes down on you if you let us."

I pulled my jeans down and leaned back exposing my old white skin and whitey tighties pulled down. The shy girl got on her knees before me while the other girls...five now gathered around me screening me from the crowd holding blankets to make a tee pee for privacy. They giggled and laughed and gave her suggestions....like this was a ritual of initiation. I was so turned on it was not two minutes into the fun when I shot my load and she gagged taking my semen in her mouth...the other girls coached her..."Take it all"..."Licj him clean"......"Swallow everything." When she looked up at me with her BIG brown eyes she looked like a little girl and I was worried.

"How old are you?" I nervoussly asked.

"Nineteen...freshman....just got iniitiated into this group..thanks for the memory. I never did anything like this before. You had quite a lot to swallow and lick clean. I've seen porn and watched it before, but until you do someone you really don't have a clue, do you?"

"I guess not I said...did you enjoy?"

"It was okay...it was my first sex act...I am still a virgin...and I am not willing to get fucked yet!" As if she knew what was on my mind.

The other girls all hugged her. The two girls who had been making out kissed her and licked her lips. The girl who had enjoyed sitting in my lap asked me did I want another beer that they had plenty. "Sure..one more while we watch the show," I said.

She went away and came back with several and we all sat around and talked and laughed and they told me they were from Iowa and this was there first fireworks show in college. They thanked me for my friendliness and willingness to make memories, but they told me they would not see me again or tell me their names or the dorm they lived together. I was cool with it and the one girl who had been so hot with me wrote her phone number on my back of the hand before we left and whispered that she would love to go out with me sometime if I'd call her.
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Suzie The Soaker
Posted:Jun 24, 2016 3:12 am
Last Updated:Aug 9, 2016 12:40 pm
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Incredible woman who presented herself through older photos, but was still a very beautiful voluptuous and sexy player. It was well worth the trip for an overnight in Birmingham, let me tell you!

In her black attire....zippered dress for easy access; panties, bra and lacy camisole
that she loved to pull up over her bountiful breasts. She took immediately to the nipple clamps I brought her....very playful indeed!

She sipped her bourbon and sat in a reclining chair and teased me for several hours as we watched some porn together...she is such a sexy, hot, wet player, the chair...thank God it was vinyl....was puddled where she sat...

She also enjoyed several dildos...glass icycle.....jelly vibrator, but most of all...a silver bullit....and we played together in the chair...shared stories...talked...and she enjoyed her toys and used them on herself for our amusement and enjoyment...somewhat shy, clothed.

After several hours of this play we shifted to the bed where she finally undressed to some degree....panties off and bra off....her stretchy under garments allowed full access, but the center of my focus was on her clit as I ate her...played with her juicey vagina...slowly inserted in and out....dildos....and when she came, finally after hours of play, it must have been a very good one as her eyes lit up and she responded in a huge way! How many times did she say, "Fuck me!" all night long.

I don't have intercourse usually on first dates, but I had some fun...let me just say that! I was just a little put off by her selfish desire for her own pleasure and very little concern for mine. Ok, I admit...I don't have the body of a young thirty year old stud...for Christs sake, I am sixty-five! But I enjoy receiving head and she had led me to believe she liked to give blow jobs and that she even swallowed. Well, it did not happen with me. For one thing, I think she was just a bit wasted from all the bourbon sipping?

Yes, it was an enjoyable evening, although I made some honest mistakes. I told her truthfully, when asked, what I thought of her. I doubt her name is really Suzie....and her pictures sent me were older than admitted, not recent...or at the very least provocative poses of her breasts that did not show her facial shots from an older time when she was younger. She never owned up to that and I just let it go. She was complimentary of my efforts with her....seemed appreciative...did kiss me goodnight as she left....and yes, I'd love to see her again!
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The Unexpected Call
Posted:May 25, 2016 11:38 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 4:17 am
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"Hello" I answered my cell phone, which I seldom do anymore when I am at home. I usually keep it plugged in and on a shelf when I am home, but I had it beside me when it lit up and I saw the number.

"KFC, I know we just had a raucous time Monday, but I got to go back to Birmingham early Friday Morning and I was wondering if you are free this afternoon?" the voice was sweet on the other end.

"I do love morning sex," I said to my friend. "I thought you were staying until next Monday?"

"Well, I am coming back if all goes well, but I have a with a HUGE flower bed to plant, so I am leaving before 5 am Friday morning and I know you are not available on Thursdays...well, and I am not sore anymore...are you?" The mischief in her voice was undeniable.

"Damn girl, when have I ever refused you?" I asked jokingly.

"Never, but I thought I may have wore you big ass out Monday?" she said with a smirk.

"That you did pretty little woman," I responded. "That you did. But you know, given a couple nights to recover, I think I am good to go. When you want me to come over?" Knowing I was filthy from working in the yard, planting some new hibiuscus into pots and fertilizing, plus helping the lawn mower man get my mower on his trailer to take and change oil and get fixed.

"Is right now good?" She demanded.

"As soon as I can shower and shave and change clothes into something decent. I been working outside," I told her.

She greets me at her door thirty minutes later without a stitch of clothes on except for some black nylon stockings and black patten leather high heel stilettos. She stepped back and the light from the doorwat streamed in to see her beautiful body....five foot nine inches...long brown hair down over her shoulders..it seemed as if it had grown in length three inches since Monday. Her breasts were pink and stood out from her body, a sign that she had been fondling them in anticipation of what was to come.

As I stepped in and closed and locked the door behind me she came close for an embrace, kissing me hard on my lips...as I opened my mouth to breath, she forced her long tongue inside. I wondered what else she had been playing with, so I stepped to one side and with my right hand I felt between her legs....soft and freshly shaved...no stubble...the way I like it...and as I inserted one fnger, then two, she let out a gasp of delight....and I knew she had also been rubbing her clit.
I brought my dipping stick fingers to my mouth and licked the sweet froth off my fingers and whispered in her ear, "So sweet....you been waiting for me with a lot of anticipation?"

Her breathing was heaving her breasts up and down as she murmured something about needing to get off, so I laid her on the carpet in front of her sofa where the sunlight was pouring in from the windows high above the living room. I got between her legs and dove right into her moist flesh with my tongue. Her outer lips already swollen were huge. As I probed inside her there was much thick, gooey, fluid meandering out and her moaning wa slouder, as was her breathing..."No one eats pussy like you do." Her talking did not deter me from my desire to make her cum and squirt her liquid all over the carpet.

She was reaching up and bending her torso up to grab my hair in her moments of exstacy, but I had had a haircut and my hair was too short for her to really grab. It is my summer "short" hair crew cut. I was not in a mood to talk. To be honest, I was a bit physically spent from all the outdoor work this morning, but not wanting to miss an opportuunity to play with this gorgeous married woman...who knew when she would be back into my life again? I mean, she has been absent for as much as 8-9 months at times. I knew she was not mine, but was patient to accept her when I could.

With no restraint she hollered out, "FUCK...goddammit, fuck me now KFC" and I fisted her with my right hand, as I had done monday. I knew what she needed. I knew my little phat five inches could not give her the satisfaction she craved by having intercourse with her. She knew my size...that is the body size of my big frame and that my skills were oral skills and hand use skills and communication. Yes, communication. Sometimes when we played, especially after we've both exhausted our sexual desires, we'd talk about anything and everything for hours cuddled up. Seldom did we worry about eating or drinking. If we were dry mouth, it seemed as the other realized and kissed and renewed each other's moisture.

She'd told me all about her struggles with a cheating husband football high school coah in Hoover and how they were seperated...he had his "thing" living in their house and she had bought a house in Bessemer where she entertained. She worked hard when weather was just right and lately with the coolest Spring in years, she had managed to work overtime and had such a healthy brown tan and her hair was so light brown from being in the sun. She was sweet as gold, but could be a real bitch, I knew, when she did not get her way. I cimplimented her, gave her what I could...tried to be patient. I had never known anyone quite like her...so passionate, but at times so distant. Over th epast couple of years, I learned to wait for her call...or text to meet. I never initiated anything.

But when we did meet, she always wanted me to "take her"...in her words. Sometimes it seemed rough play and violent, but never any bruises or bites or marks....just rough passion. Sometimes she would break my skin on my lips as she bit me kissing. And sometimes when I got on her clit and sucked it hard when she came, she would drive her finger nails into my back skin. I never spanked her. Never hit her in anyway. But she spread her legs for me and let me lick her for hours at a time....usually until she would clamp her legs around my head and say, "Enough."

Today was no different. We never left the floor..it was cool, quiet, and provided all we needed for an afternoon of pure sexual delight...and then the phone rang and I would not answer...it was my wife...time get home...I never expected the time to pass so quickly!
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Monday, Monday, Oh What a Day!
Posted:May 23, 2016 10:07 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 4:17 am
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Taking advantage of the cool, I got on up and into the little garden hoping to harvest some yellow crookneck squash, but to my surprise, the little blossoms turned into small fruits had scarcely gron an inch or two in the past three days! The cool nights were stunting my squash's growth. But on a happier note, the zuchinni were finally putting on blossoms, meaning the warm days were helping. It is a just a matter of time, I thought to myself.

The wife honked as she passed with her window rolled down, "I'm going to town to some thrift stores. Be back by supper."

Good, I thought to myself. I need a break from human beings! She had been nagging me about the lawn not being cut, but I don't have a way to fix it right now. She also has wanted the hoses spread to the garden, So as she pulled off and I finished watering the blue water, I headed back up to the house, filled the cans with water where I keep them by some potted cherry tomato plants I water more frequently and headed down to the hoses and stretched them out into the garden and attached a sprinkler.

As I walked back up to turn these sets of hoses on, I heard a car coming up the drive. Just as I turned the corner of the house, I could see the sprinkler working perfectly to cover the plants needed and then I saw the surprise of the day...my condo friend.

Her red convertible with the top down was an indication of her fast life style. I have written several times about her, using caution, but I don't know why, as she certainly throws caution to the wind.

Acting all innocent, she asks, "Do you know where The Harbor Condos are in Stillwater? I am lost and I've ridden by three times and saw you outside and wondered if you could tell me the way."

As I walked up to her car, I leaned over and in my grubbiest white t-shirt and old garden pants and dirty shoes, I planted a kiss on her for several seconds of pure pleasure before she pulled away in surprise. "No one here but me for several hours....got time to come in?"

"Sure, I have been wanting to see your house inside for over a year, but you seem to never be home alone...or that is what you always tell me when we go to the condo." Her sassiest remark to date.

"I need to shower" I gave her notice as we stepped inside the kitchen, but before she could reply, she fell to my knees and started taking off my garden pants and reaching to my sweaty balls. The erection came out of nowhere, but that was not surprising. This is a beautiful mature woman who is sexy as hell. She still had her scarf on her hair as she fondled my package and brought my hard dick into her hot mouth, watering with desire.

I have no problem cumming in this woman's mouth and she knows it...she eats cum like most people drink water....she is insatiable! And I do love her abilities.....she doesn't need a title to be "Blow Job Queen"...her actions prove her abilities.

So when I started to orgasm, it almost took me down...my knees buckled, but I manage to grab the kitchen counter and stay standing. She stuck a finger up my ass as I started to cum and my explosion I am sure splattered the back of her mouth and deep down her throat with cum as I had a full scrotum full in need of emptying. Empty me she did! She drained me dry and took great pleasure licking me even when so tender I could hardly stand. "That sure was a long time needed," she smiled as she stood and embraced me, kissing me in the mouth with some of my own drippings fresh on her lips.

As we scooted out of the kitchen and through the library into my bedroom, she made a play to throw me on the bed, atop Mickey, but I rebuffed her saying, "I have got to first take a shower."

"Okay if I take one with you?" she was still smiling. I have not met anyone who was ever so accepting of my large frame as she has been for the past year and more. She is totally a surprise to me and I never know when she is going to show up. I have been to her house in Birmingham (Hoover) and also her condo here on the Lake, but this was the first time she'd been in my house. We had agreed to never contact each other, although we each have each other's cell numbers in our phones. It is as though we hook up in total random opportunities to gte out lust on...post office, grocery store....and now she comes to my house out of the early morning blue!

"Sure, you can shower with me," I tell her and in seconds we've stripped down...she only had on a skimpy blouse...no bra...and some hot pants...no panties....and my white t-shirt was all I had left to shed.

In the shower I shampooed and washed my hair as she scrubbed my body with soap in her hands...then I lathered up her small frame and enjoyed fingering her to orgasm in the shower while she had her foot up on the edge of a corner..."Harder, faster," she moaned as I fist fucked her vagina that had opened up with my fingering and when she came, she wanted more. As I pumped her by hand she started squirted a stream from her petite body larger than the shower head.

I took my shower head off the mount and put the dial on a solid spray that was forceful and I held it to her vagina and her outer lips flared out with the water beating her clit. She was breathing hard and making all kind of noises and holding on to my hair and neck, kissing my shoulder with her head leaned back resting on them.

I was getting tired of this shower play, so we stepped out and dried off before heading straight to the bedroom where I pulled back Mickey, the spread and covers so we could lay on the clean sheets. Glad I had just washed them and they were soft and smelled good for her.

I straddled between her legs and went down on her, not knowing how much more she could really take before being sore and begging me off, but in no time, shae was begging me off..."Oh, KFC, Fuck Me....don't eat me anymore..I am already tender and sore.....just give me your hard dick and fuck me as hard as you can!"

So I raised up on my knees, refreshed from the hot shower, my strength revived and I put my hard dick into her wet swollen pussy and it felt so good. Thank God she had given me a blow job and thoroughly drained me before or I would have lost my wad entering her tight little vagina, but I was good to go and enjoyed her muscles squeezing onto my penis..."Can you feel that?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied, "and it feels damn good! You are just amazing."

"I been working out at the gymn in Hoover" she told me. "It is a good place to meet people and have some exercise."

Her hips were rocking me...her muscles grabbed my penis and massaged me...she was bucking and pulling me down on her for kisses...held her legs way up in the air....she said she wanted me to hit against her vaginal walk and thump her...and make have a vaginal "hard" cum....we stayed at it for more than ten minutes and I was indeed winded as she hollered out, "Fuck, Yeah, OMG, FUCK!" and she went totally relaxed and lay her face to one side.

"Lay with me beside me," and she patted the bed. "Cuddle me and hold me...I love you....the way you make me feel...."
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It's Been Building for a long time....
Posted:May 6, 2016 9:28 am
Last Updated:Mar 28, 2024 4:17 am
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Actually, my wife (you did know I had one, right?) came home from the local drug store bitching about this "haired BITCH" who had the nerve to treat her like shit while she was in the store. Going to the store after her, I was curious to whom she had been so critical, so I approached her, more than a year ago, with a question.

"Did someone give you a hard time a little while ago because you were reading a magazine and didn't see her standing to check out?" That is what I asked her. Then I said, "Well, that BITCH was my wife...just pay her no mind..she is crazy and hateful and mean."

The look on her face was priceless. She responded in a very polite way and careful not to insult me or my wife, she simply said it was shocking to have someone be so critical of her and she was sorry for not being more attentive. I said to her, "No, really...she is hard to get along with on a good day and today is not a good day. You just received the kind of abusive speech I live with day in and day out!"

A year later.....she has become a barber and it is with the other female barber where I have gotten my hair cut the last 6-7 years. At first, I always was seated at the barber's chair whose shop it was. Gradually, however, she allowed me to let "Hair" cut my hair. I liked her cut better to be honest.

Gradually over time, I learned she was there on Mondays alone and so I started to get my hair cut there on Mondays. Like the other lady I paid $20 for the $15 hair cut. She always seemed appreciative. In time she opened up about her life some and the day came when she talked to me about her bf. It was just after Christmas and he had really spent the wad on her for Christmas, but then she told me, "He is such a baby...he has never kissed me or tried anything...I want a man in my life to experience. Gifts are sweet, but I want something more"

Was that an open door? Not really. She wanted to talk about her experience with this guy she liked and dated, her bf not knowing. He did make a move on her and they made out some, but did not sleep together. "I am a good girl and still a virgin, but I really want to experience more. I wish my bf would grow up."

"Maybe you should come on to him?" That day I was feeling pretty frisky and we talked about how if she had sex with her bf, she would get over him and move on to the guy she dated. Then she dropped the bomb.

"I don't want to lose my bf...he is a great guy, just immature. The other guy has moved away and he is married to a girl I grew up with who I know is a real bad ass." Her speech was fluid and it was like she had all of this bottled up for a long time and just needed to talk.

"I could never have anything with the married guy and I would not want to be a part of breaking up a marriage. I go to church and I am a Christian, Good Girl," she protested...."It was just a one time opportunity to make out with him, but I know he wanted me and I wanted him. I felt his, well, you know...I touched the area of his jeans that were bulging and I had never felt anything at all with my bf like that."

Subsequent visits for hair cutting....more conversation...she is still a virgin...loves the beach...loves to dress evocative...loves it when men look at her in a bikini....enjoys a beer or two when she goes out...likes to dance....likes the attention she gets from other men.....bf still adores her, but has never done anything....and now....her guy that she made out with has separated from the bad ass wife and moved back and they have been talking.

So this week, Monday, we are all alone at the barbershop and I am getting my hair cut and she asks me, "Can I ask you something?"

"Sure," I say, "I would be more than happy to show you about sex, if that is what you want to know?"

She turned red in the face. I could see her look away from me as I saw her in the double mirror. Then she walked around in front of the barber chair with her scissors and comb in her hands and said to me, "You think you are funny, don't you?"

I laughed to cut the tension in the conversation and told her "No, just letting you know that you are an amazing, attractive girl who needs to just have some experiences and enjoy yourself."

Then she looked very serious and told me..."Well, I'd be lying if I told you I had not thought about what it would be like to be with you...ever since you told me about taking that cruise with three other women...you have made me think about it."

"But what I want to ask you is this...."she stammered a bit, looked away when she spoke these words like she was embarrassed...."Do you think I would go to Hell for sleeping with a married man?"

"You mean me or the other guy you made out with?" I asked her.

"Either one?" She looked intense, but then said more. "He is only separated, not divorced and the reason he left her is she told him she was pregnant, but not with his . And I told him that he would not have to worry about that with me....I am on the pill...and I know what you are thinking...you have been nothing but straight with me about your feelings for me and how bad your old lady treats you and how you play around with women."

I interrupted her to say, "I didn't realize I ever led you to believe that I wanted to have sex with you?"

"That's not what I need to know ....just listen to me....I want him..I want to experience a man who wants me as much as I want him, sexually. I want to know what it feels like, but I am afraid, because of my religious upbringing that if I have sex with him it will damage me and my relationship with Jesus....and there is something else...." she got real quiet, but walked back behind me to start resuming my haircut"...."What if I like having sex with him and he falls in love with me and I want him for real... and he wants me...what then?"

As she settled back into cutting my hair, I spoke tenderly to her. "You know, I have no right to tell you what to do...or seriously, what is right for you to do. You have to make your own decision. No, I don't believe you would go to hell to have sexual intercourse with a man. But yes, it will complicate your thinking and your relationship with God."

And then, getting my own interest back into the conversation, because I really am attracted to this young woman, I asked her, "How old are you?"

"Twenty-six...and still a virgin....ain't that abnormal or something?" She was serious.

"No," I responded, "It just means you have chosen a more excellent way than most your age in this area. "You are such a beautiful woman, but your biological time piece is clicking...tick...tock...and I admire you for knowing what you want."

"But that's just it. I don't know what I want?" she said as if asking me to tell her.

"May I speak plainly?" I was ready to make myself vulnerable to her. "You say you are on the pill....you want to have sex...you have even thought about having sex with an older man just for the experience..with someone who would teach you...when are you free for a "date?" I would love to be the one to show you some things and give you the experience you seek."

At that point she got really quiet, shook the hair off the apron. Then she prepared me for shaving my neck with the razor....the lather felt warm on my neck...the razor was so sharp....and it was an awkward moment. But I managed to make the point. "Here I sit with you knowing I want you...you hold a razor sharp blade to my neck...I trust you to cut my hair...to shave my neck....you must trust me to be gentle and not hurt you. We communicate very well and I am not out to hurt you any more than you would seek to hurt me. You won't fall in love with me. You know my wife and my situation. That is all I can say.

She finished her job without another word. When she turned me around to look into the mirror to see the cut, she spoke in a broken voice to me. "I am ready to fuck you, but I don't know what I am doing or how to go about it."

"Please know this," and I called her by name as I stood up in front of her. "I don't want to fuck you. I don't want to fuck up your life. I am very much interested in making love with you in a private setting where you learn about sex and have a sexual experience.
But you need to make sure of what you want and even if we make a date and you can't go through with anything sexual with me, I would accept that."

"You are so sweet to me," she teared up as if to cry and I reached out massaged her shoulders and pulled her to me for a hug.

"Take your time...think about it overnight...we will talk soon." And we exchanged . That was Monday...today is Friday....there has been no further communication.
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This site provided the opportunity. We exchanged emails and when she showed interest in me coming to Little Rock and entertaining her in a hotel near her, one she requested, I made the reservations and set out for trip in my car. I figured it would be a ten hour drive, so I left 5 am and had no delay getting through Birmingham and across The Tennessee Tombigbee Waterway near Tupelo, Ms. and through Memphis into Arkansas on Highway I-40. Then I ran into truck convoys and could not make better time. They would not let me pass, but stayed close to 70 MPH.

I was wrong about the time and I made it to the outer loop of Little Rock and following her directions and the ones from the reservation, I found my room and checked in by 4 PM. I was tired, but as we had planned, I emailed her my arrival with my cell number so she could call. I stepped into the shower to refresh myself when I heard my cell go off.

"Hello, " I responded as I reached to the counter and retrieved the phone. "Yes, I have arrived and I am in room #."

"I knocked on your door, but you did not answer," she sounded upset.

"I did not hear you," I told her and assured her I was here, dripping wet from starting a shower to refresh, standing in water talking to her.

"Well, Okay," she said..."I'll give you a couple of minutes and come knock back on your door." And she hung up.

Well, I showered and dried and dressed and tidied up the room. Unpacked some of my things, including a little rose pin to give her, if I liked what I saw.

The knock came before I had time really to catch my breath, but I went to the door and through the peep hole I could see it was her, as she had sent a photo. Yep, she was a BIG girl alright! Not fat, but TALL and BROAD shouldered with long blonde hair.

Opening the door, she came bounding right in and immediately closed it. "I don't want to be seen and I live only a couple blocks from here," she said.

I went to her to embrace or at least to shake her hand, but she backed away and went into the bathroom where she looked around. Then she looked in the closet as I stood kinda awkwardly. All the time I was thinking to myself, "This is one HUGE woman, an AMAZON!"

When she came back to the area where I was she sat right down on the soaf and looked at me and said, "What?"

I sat down on the other end of the sofa feeling overwhelmed by her presence. I had no response to make and I was in no mood to make any moves on her tat this point, not even to give her a chocolate or a pin or anything. I just sat and stared.

She brushed her hair and tilted her head throwing her long hair back over her shoulders and uncrossed her long legs that I noticed were wearing pants. No dress, I thought to myself, "Have I made a mistake?" Her features were masculine and I wondered if I was tricked? "Do you like what you see?

I moved to be next to her when she stood up and standing over me, asked to see my identification.

"What?" I was beginning to feel very uncomfortable. "I don't have anything but my Alabama Driver's License," I told her. I had indeed packed my credit cards and cash into my safe place in the car after I checked in and all I had on me was an empty wallet with my driver's license and maybe five one dollar bills, in case I wanted a soda or something from the snack bar.

"Oh, that's alright," she waved her hands across her body standing over me." I can't imagine anyone would be here but the person I made arrangements to see. So you drove here from the other side of Alabama?"

"I did and it was a beautiful drive and hardly no traffic until I got through Memphis and ran into trucks on I-40." I expressed.

"Well, now that you are here, what shall we do?" It was then I realized her own awkwardness and that she was nervous, still standing and somewhat twitchy. It was making me uncomfortable.

"I think if we could sit here on the sofa together and maybe kiss, we could break the ice and have some conversation. Would you like anything to drink?" I offered.

"I told you in our emails I just wanted to have sex and nothing more. I don't trust men who offer drinks to unknown ladies. No, I do not." she said rather crossly.

"Okay," I responded, "Yes, I remember you said that." and i got up and went over to the refrigerator and got me a bottle of water as my throat was dry and scratch, as I was afraid this was not working out at all.

"You have come a long way just for sex." She stated out loud enough for the folks in the next room to hear.

I waited for what was coming next. I neither spoke nor moved but to the other end of the sofa where I sipped on my cool water.

"I'm not much on kissing strangers I don't know," she looked at me with staring eyes, "but I think if we got more comfortable we'd both feel better."

I said nothing. I sat quietly. Waiting for her next move. To my surprise, she stood back up and again standing over me, this time removed her blouse I had not really taken any notice of until then. It was ruffled around the collar with a lot of folds and ribbon-like falls, so that as she undressed it was a bit of a strip tease. Beneath her creamy white blouse and all the ruffles, she had a full bra on that held in place like what seemed to me to be at least a 40DD, if not 44DD breast in a very pretty, lacy and expensive bra. Her dark pants stayed on as she slithered beside me. She reached over to my neck and smelled my hair and her voice for the first time went soft, "Uhmmm...nice...strawberry smell...unusual for a man."

"Suave Strawberry essence from WalMart," I said rather uncaringly. "Not anything too special."

Her hands made their way to my hair and she kissed my neck and rubbed my shoulders and already her nervousness had left her and her passion was breathing deeply into her lungs as her breasts began to heave and rise with each breath, there was a rising in pitch to her whispers now as she spoke softly through the more rapid breathing."

"Do you like what you see?" She wanted some reassurances.

"Honesty is important to you, you have said over and over again and agin in your emails, so I have to tell you that you are bigger than I expected and I am not so sure I can handle you to your satisfaction." I blurted out in a straight forward honest to God fashion.

She sat back and looked horrified, as if I had just told her I was repulsed by her size and that she was ugly looking. That was not at all the case. She was a beautiful Amazon woman, well proportioned, just HUGE! I was indeed afraid I would not measure up to her expectations.

"Look," she said tersely, "You drove here to meet a married woman who is horny as hell and I expect you to loosen up and get on with it. Even if you don't like my body, and let me just tell you myself....YOU ain't such a stud, but of course, you told me how big YOU were....and I was willing to take a chance on you because you were willing to come such a long distance. I have even taken off work to be here with you and I plan on staying here overnight while my husband is out of town and I got everything covered at work and home.....so we got to make this work. I don't get these opportunities very often. Let me tell you buster bama boy, I know I am a worthy lay...hell, I've slept with young W.J.l Clinton before he was Governor....I've been around a few blocks with men, and trust me, we will have a good time tonight or one of us is going to be hurt awfully bad. Do you want that?" And she stared holes through me.

It was time to act...I fell on top of her seated on that sofa with her blouse off in her fancy lingerie bra....and pinned her down with an embrace that made her hold still for a long, hard passionate kiss with my tongue half way through penetrating past her teeth and into her throat where she finally came alive and grabbed my head and flung her own tongue past mine into my throat and almost made me gag...it was a long...several minutes before either of us broke this embrace off and when we did our eyes froze into each other's glance asking, "What just happened here?"

It only got better the next several hours even though I felt I could not missionary position penetrate her for a hard pounding. I massaged and rubbed every inch of her body and appreciated her breasts unbound finally, as I also took her to bed, undressing her and rolling beside, over and around her for hours. I managed my way between her legs and found her so responsive to my tongue abilities on her clit. "Not many men know what the hell they are doing these days." She remarked as I made her reach orgasm after orgasm without leaving this position.

She insisted on staying over....called Dominos Pizza for a "dine in" experience. And we literally fucked ourselves asleep only to wake in the predawn with her staring into my face and saying, "I know what I want to do...I want to ride your fat ass...if you not going to fuck me by putting what you got into my pussy, I want to feel you deep in me and I figure you will have to hold on to me while I ride you." And she flipped me over and before I knew it had straddled me and she took my hard dick and put it into her wet pussy and she rode me until daylight. I came three times and never lost my hard..she would bend down and kiss...pinched my titties...rubbed her breasts..through her hair back and laughed...and she'd let down her juices so that the mattress was soaked and ruined.

On the way home I was in a daze...it was Saturday..and I had to be back by night fall and to work the next day...my one work day a week, as my brother called it. I had stuff to do before I could sleep..I was sore...my body was worn out.....and I was just in a fog as I sped back towards Memphis on I-40 taking chances going around trucks.

So I did not see the stairwell fly off the truck's door side and when it hit my windshield, buckled into the right passenger car door, I swerved and almost blew a tire, but I held control as trucks blew horns and passed me getting over to the side. No one stopped but me. After I surveyed the situation and cleaned off as much broken glass as I dared, I traveled on to the next exit where there was a Love's Truck pavilion and I was able to get some duct tap and cardboard and close up the window's holes so I could drive home. I was later than I'd hoped for, but I made it. What an Arkansas Adventure!
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