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I have decided that although from time to time there will be sexy posts on here it will mostly be the more mundane stuff with the sexier posts being on kindred perverts.that is not to say there wont be any sexy stuff it depends how sexy my life is at the time.

Like me

Like me, you have a blog, but have not posted for a while, you chat to me when you are feeling horny and need more stimulation. Do I mind ? I kind of feel like I am doing you a service and I like to be helpful. Sometimes you make me feel horny too. You are young and still have much to learn I enjoy giving you advice.


Like me, you blog, you are very funny and amusing, we chat on yahoo or msn, other times we text or speak on the phone. You tell me about you, about your work and your children. You are always horny. I see a side of you that doesn’t show often in your blog. You are bright, sensitive, caring and sexy. You are gentle and passionate.


Like me, you blog, you are intelligent, entertaining, experienced in many ways on many levels. Yet you seek my advice on something very important to you, this is very flattering to me. We chat on msn or by text and on occasion by phone. We are friends.

Like me, you blog, you are a mystery to me. You puzzle me. We text or email we comment on each other’s blogs. You are intelligent, that shows in your writing, you are sensitive and caring. You are unconventional which is no bad thing. We are friends but still you puzzle me.

Like me, you blog, you are sexy, sensitive and witty but so much more. We chat on msn, email, text or phone, rarely a day goes by with no contact. We give each other advice. We have given each other pleasure. You are passionate and gentle, you are well read. You have a sexy voice and great imagination. We are friends.


Like me, you blog, you have a very sexy mind, you are very busy yet you find time to chat to me. We will never meet but we are friends, we tell each other secrets. I tell you how to suck a cock you practice my advice well.

These are just a few of my male blogger friends. Most but not all of them I have met ;-)

The visit

I really need a snog but as I am at a kids soccer party have settled for a cuppa and my book x x

I press the send button knowing that my text won’t be read until tomorrow night. I read my book resisting the temptation to check my phone, I know it will stay silent.

Later, much later I am online, I have just finished a post on my blog. I see him sign onto msn but before I can think of saying ‘hi’ he has gone again. I’m feeling low. I check my stats on my blog see someone has linked to me from an unknown blog, click on this to take a peek at who it is. Wow this is a very hardcore site much more so than mine. I begin to feel flushed. While I am checking out this site and others linked to it I see one of my admirers keeps signing in. We have not chatted for weeks. I ask him if he is playing yoyo. We chat for a while, he is getting turned on so am I. I run upstairs and throw off my jeans and t-shirt returning downstairs in my mauve satin chemise. We continue to chat as I begin to play with myself as he is wanking at his end of the line. He says he wishes he could see me but I decline to install the webcam. He says that ok we both agree that imagination can be just as good if not better. I am getting quite wet.

Damn the doorbell who the fuck is that at 11.55pm….. must be #3 son who is meant to be sleeping over at a party, coming home early and finding the door locked. I straighten my chemise don’t want teenage son seeing more than he should. I get to the door the security light shows me that the figure outside is too tall to be lanky #3. The bell rings again while I am deciding what to do. Who could it be at this time of night? Cautiously I open the door a crack to see who it is and what they want. Before I can take in who it is I am grabbed and pulled into an embrace. His mouth on mine before I can protest. He uses his superior height and strength to push me back into the hallway as he steps through the door which he closes behind him. I am still in his arms with his mouth glued to mine as I feel him guiding me into the living room and onto my sofa where we sink into the soft folds of gold material.

After an age he disengages and tells me

You wanted a snog! Was that good enough for you?

He slips out of his leather jacket and takes me in his arms again only this time his hand is already inside my chemise finding me wet. Behind my shoulder I can hear my pc going crazy with nudges. But I don’t care. I am more than happy, now I know who my visitor is. But I leave his side to re-lock the front door. Two of my boys are out for the night, the other two went to bed at about 10pm and I have heard nothing from them since. I return to the sofa and my lover. I have missed him so much and it is so good to have him here.

If I was wet before he arrived I am dripping now. My lover has this effect on me. He told me weeks ago that if our first encounter in private was anything to go by if I happened to be sat on him his balls would certainly get a wash as he makes me cum. I adore this sexy man who I have only recently allowed into my real life. His glasses are placed in a safe place away from arms and legs. His t-shirt and jeans soon discarded as is my chemise. My stepper placed by the door to prevent sleepy boys from intruding. Quickly I tell my admirer that I am suddenly sleepy and going to bed. I close down the pc for the night.

Mmmm now to carry on where we left off. I am so turned on by my lover but more so that he has arrived at my door like this. There is no time for chat we cant keep our hands off each other. Our mouths too are busy kissing, licking and sucking. Wow he does things with my nipples I could only dream about before. I am so hungry for this man who is beside me, on me, in me, I don’t think my appetite for him can ever be sated. I just want to devour him so completely. His hands are in my hair, now on my breasts, stroking my inner thigh, feeling inside me. Please don’t stop I want this so much I want to yell out

YES YES YES and Yes, just in case you were not sure YESSSSSSSSSSS

But of course I don’t, there are boys asleep in the room above. Instead I nibble his ear whispering how much I want him. OMG I want him so much, I want him as my friend, my lover, my rock. But more than anything I want him inside me. But he makes me wait. He uses his fingers and tongue to take me to heights that I didn’t know I could reach. I play with his rock hard manhood, Using my hands, my tongue I play with him I taste him, mmmm his cock is so lovely. I want to straddle him, impaling myself on him. But he won’t allow this. He wants us to get as much pleasure as we can before he slips inside me. He wants me, he wants me to want him more than anything. I do yes I do, please let us do this now. But no I must wait, again and again he brings me to incredible orgasm using his tongue and fingers. I suck his cock bringing him to completion as I swallow every drop. We relax into each other’s arms, stroking, smiling, I am so happy I feel I could burst. This time he won’t get away from me before I get to feel his lovely cock inside me. We kiss and cuddle, his hands wandering over my naked skin just as mine are on his. As he pulls me closer to him I feel his fingers probing, they are wet from my juice, he finds my ass and gently inserts a finger, ecstasy, I love this, my hand slips down into his lap to begin stroking, teasing, I love it when I feel his length jerk involuntarily as I tease him. He grows harder and I climb into his lap encouraging him to continue teasing my ass with his finger I slip onto his hard rod. I am now impaled in the most delicious way. The more his finger probes the more I ride his cock, my actions getting wilder as his finger slips deeper and deeper inside me. I clamp my mouth to his to keep me from screaming my pleasure for all to hear. Besides I need to have his tongue deep inside my mouth as my tongue runs around the inside of his mouth feeling his teeth his tongue as it tangles with mine. Deeper I draw him into me now. I must make us so close together that we become one. I need him inside me his hard cock inside my cunt rubbing against my swollen clit as his finger still probes inside my ass rubbing against his cock and his tongue gets sucked deep inside my mouth. I cum all over him time and time again, I feel as though all conscious thought is slipping from me, all I know is that I am in heaven and I don’t want it to stop any time soon. Then I feel it for the first time as he shoots his load deep inside me, he shudders and his face creases into that startled look men sometimes have at the moment of release. I collapse in his lap as we hug, when I am sure the last shuddering is done I ease myself off him as gently as I can. Wrapping my arms around him kissing him oh so softly. I feel a sudden need for sleep, he covers my face with gentle kisses, my forehead, the tip of my nose my eyelids, everywhere finally planting a lingering kiss on my lips. He moves away slipping my chemise back over my head and shoulders he pulls on his own clothes and bids me good night. He must go before my children find us. He must also get back home as his own family will be arriving early


Good night my darling please come again xxxx

what I have been missing

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sexy feet or not

I found his message asking to meet me, who was he I had not come across him before? He said he loved my pictures, I replied that they dont tell the whole story and I dont have the flat stomach he probably likes I have had 4 children after all. he assures me that is all the better. we exchange mobile numbers as I had been borrowing my mum's pc my internet being down for a few weeks. During the evening he sent me a barrage of texts asking to see me. He seems to suddenly have a thing about my feet, my nails in particular. He says tat he didnt have a thing about feet until he saw pics of mine.

'Fresh nail varnish....Oh yes fantastic....and yes I think its so sexy, especially those pics on your site. If you ahve anymore SEND THEM PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE!!! its a real turn on for me.'

'just looked at ur pics again, lovely tits, lovely legs & sexy feet, dont know why but its really erotic & a real turn on :-)'

he continued to text me for a few days until I finally relented and went to see him. He was fascinated by my feet especially my red nail varnish.

A few days later another of my admirers admitted that he finds my feet sexy and would like me to wank him with my stockinged feet.

frustration relieved

It was with a mixture of dismay and amusement that I returned to my humble abode following our fruitless drive through wet and muddy lanes and tracks. (my car is now thoroughy muddy). I made a light lunch and went to my computer. I get a message from a friend of a friend on AFF, we have spoken a few times recently, he wants to take some proffesional photos for me as my friend has told him that I dont have many pictures save the ones I took myself. he asks if I would like to meet this afternoon for an hour, we agree that I shall go to his place, we exchange mobile numbers, then shortly after he calls to cancel. Never mind I have things to do. Then I get a call his meeting is cancelled come round now!!. wear something sexy...I still have on the short pink skirt and black stockings of this morning together with sheer white sleeveless blouse over white lacy brassiere. Within 2 minutes of my arrival he has his hard cock out on display for me. Wow I have never seen anything so big, we chat over our cups of tea for a few minutes before he has my breasts out exclaiming how magnificent they are. I am stroking his huge shaft as he fingers my wetness, he wants to take me now!!!! we discuss whether I like anal......something I have only recently been introduced. there is no way that thing is going to go into my ass !!!!!!! He spreads a towel on the floor, he enters my vagina from behind and begins to fondle my breasts alternating with my clit, he offers me his wet fingers to lick my juices from. then he slaps my arse, before muttering that he ahsnt even asked me if I like to be slapped. I tell him that I ahve learnt that I do and he slaps me more first on one side then the other. he slaps harder but still he hasnt slapped as much as I feel I would like. I am worrying by now that it is almost time for me to collect my child from school. I turn around and he comes all over my waiting breasts. we both dress hurriedly and I depart for the school run. I feel gratified that my frustration has been dealt with and I most certainly know that I have been fucked, however it is not an experience I wish to repeat.
these lashes have served merely to remind myself of what I should ahve received earlier and that when issued by my lord these lashes will indeeed be more satisfactory as they are born of our joint fantasy.

no desire at all

I had been very hurt by the way things had turned out with C. I loved him so much, I went through so much pain because of that. When I had vowed that enough was enough and I would never see him again I made the decision that I never wanted to be in love again. Some months later I met SF. He was drinking in the pub across the road from my home, we chatted and at the end of the evening I gave him and his friend a lift back to the next town where they lived. First I dropped off his friend then went back with SF to his flat where he offered me a cup of tea. Whilst I was drinking my tea he serenaded me with his guitar. No one had ever done anything like that for me before. He asked me to stay and we ended up in his bed, I was feeling frustrated as I hadn't got a boyfriend at that time and still had a healthy appetite for sex. The next day he phoned me at work to make sure I was alright. Over the next weeks he got into the habit of phoning me in the evening asking if I had eaten and inviting me over for a curry or other meal he was cooking.
Gradually over the next few months I was spending more time at his flat than at my home, not because we were boy/girlfriends but because we had both recently had our hearts broken and wanted someone to come home to each day. It seemed to make sense for me to move in with SF. We spent a lot of time in the pub, I began to drink orange juice most of the time, even then I think I had begun to realise that he drank enough for both of us. Just before Easter I had a miscarriage, by this time we had begun to argue and were not getting on so I went back home to my parents. A week later I returned for a chat, I got more than I bargained for, we ended up sleeping together again!!! I decided that I would not move back in with SF but I did rent a bedsit in the same building. this became more like an expensive dressig room as I kept all my clothes there but spent most of my time at SF's flat or in the pub. 2 months later I discovered that I was pregnant again. I told SF and he told me to get rid of the baby.......I couldnt do that and vowed to bring up my baby by myself. At around this time my parents moved to a different area. Over the next few months my relationship with SF was very up and down, I had no idea whether he would be with me after the baby was born. My baby was due in the winter and I went to stay with my parents while i had the baby, SF came to visit and found himself a job ( he had recently been made redundant). we found a place to live and moved in with our baby. A few years and two children down the line we got married, very low key wedding then home for fish and chips with the kids. I wasnt in love and never had been with SF ( I never wanted to be in love again then I couldnt get hurt). As time passed I found it harder to cope with the amount he drank, he would prefer to be waiting for the pub to open than get there 5 minutes late. If we were short of money the first priority was his drink before the bills. after our second child was born our sex life became almost non existent. we had both put on weight and I had no desire for him at all. It also became more and more apparent that his personal hygeine had slipped, he explained that having a shower more often than every 3 weeks washes away the natural oils and isnt good for you grrrrr. I dont think it has ever occurred to him to wonder if this might have had an adverse effect on his sex life. Try as he might to persuade me I would not give him oral sex. He would be horrified if he only knew what I get upto now. During our marriage I was ridiculed at every opportunity, not allowed to wear nice clothes or make up, I couldnt go out on my own with friends, as I was stuck at home with the children while he was out drinking. After I had recovered from my cancer I got involved with a local youth football club our boys played for (we had 4 by then). I became the club secretary 2 yrs ago having been on the committe for a few years. I spent a lot of time at the club and on the phone or texting club members. SF started accusing me of affairs. I got very upset he should have known that I totally believed in monogamy. 2 yrs ago he accused me of an affair with the manager of my 2nd sons team. This man became the club chairman, we worked well together. My husband made many threats towards him, eventually going to his home to tell his wife that we had been having an affair (not true). I had to quit the club as it became impossible for us to work together. 15 months ago I started divorcing him. He refused to move out of the house for 7 months which was horrendous.
he was fine with the boys but became vicious when ever he saw me.......I had to call the police afew times. finally he moved out on court orders 3 days before we got the absolute. But the harrassment conyinued and the threats got worse. After he went I changed the locks and my fone numbers. He would phone the boys instead and demand to speak to me even at 3am. Until the night he phoned and threatened to kill me. An hour later he was pretending to be the cat wanting to be let in, I was on phone to police at the time and they were here in 5 minutes he was hiding in my shed when he was arrested. he finally pleaded guilty and accepted a restraining order to stay away.

it's only me

Over the last year but most particularly the last 4 months I have had to change the way I see myself. One of the reasons and probably the biggest reason I stayed married for as long as I did. I believed that if I split from my husband that would be it the end of any life for me. I did not love my husband in fact I found he repulsed me, but at least he wanted me. If I cut free then I would be on my own from then on in as no other man would ever be attracted to me. No man in their right mind was ever going to find me the slightest bit sexy. Then I decided that life was passing me by and I deserve a little happiness.....I could not stay in my marriage any longer so I filed for divorce in sept last yr. By december I was feeling lonely....I had always given all my affection to my kids as my husband neither wanted or gave any affection. But now my kids are almost grown and its not cool to have hugs with your mum.
I joined a couple of online dating sites met a couple of guys for drinks over the xmas period. Then after xmas began chatting to a guy 20 miles away. I told him I wasn't looking for a relationship just friendship. when we met a few days later we both knew this was going to be more than friendship. I will describe that relationship another time as it warrants more than a few lines. But what I quickly learnt was that I could be sexy and have a satisfying sexual relationship with a man other than my husband. This was the first new man for me for almost 20 years and I was by now much bigger than I had been back then before I had my adorable children. In the months since then I met and had sexual encounters with a few other guys. then in July I joined AFF put on my profile not expecting a single response.....but was inundated . I now of course know that the ratio of men to women means that was inevitable. but it did no end of good for my confidence which in turn made me a happier brighter sexier person. I have built up a network of really good mates and a few lovers along the way. But most of all I now understand that the problems I have reguarding my body shape are not shared by the men I have encountered. It's only me who has a problem with my figure.

lust without love

A few more short relationships down the line and I met N. He was the first guy I had ever been with who was younger than me (only 2 yrs but to me that was very exotic). We did not embark on a relationship...what we had was pure sex only. we would either meet at the pub then sneak back to my home or he would meet me from work and we would go to the house he shared with a few other guys. this was just what I needed....sex without complications. To my suprise N had never experienced a bj nor did he have any wish to. I soon taught him the delights of this he was soon converted. This union lasted a couple of sexy months, I cant now remember how or when this came to an end.

home alone :-(

sunday night just before midnight

hiya hun

hows you

tuckered out not been home long
expect I shall wake up tomorrow feeling horny

for a change

lol

you having a lie in then ?

as not working til later yes

let me know if you wanna meet up

where and what can we do?

what do you wanna do?

do you wanna cum here and help me sort out my pc?

could need some hands on

it may indeed

what time we looking at ?

any time after 10.30

10.31 ?

can we make it a bit later 10.32?

prefer 10.31

ok if you insist

text me when I wake up if you are not alone

monday morning and all the kids have gone to work/school......getting excited

cant wait for 9am to text

send text just on 9.00

its very lonely being home alone :-{ would you like to cum and play with me?

9.20 he still hasnt replied but maybe hes in the shower which is where Im heading to now
only got 1hr 10 minutes to make myself sexy ...shall I wear black basque I showed him on cam last friday or the red one? maybe it would be better to wear sexy top and skirt with matching bra and thong......but maybe I'll miss out the thong
which stockings to wear???? so many problems to solve before he gets here
oh sod it..... just my black satin wrap that might be the answer

starting at the beginning

where to start ?

ok so this is my first attempt to do this.

I have always found it easy to put pen to paper so how hard could this be...I've been putting my thoughts and feelings on paper for most of the year.

where to start?

I suppose I should explain what my battle is about
I was brought up with good middle class values. As a child I attended Sunday school regularly. I believed that if you were a good christian you got married and had a monogamous life....extra marital sex was out. Good christian girls have sex to please their husband and if they are lucky they will also get some pleasure from this. Sex before marriage was frowned upon.I have always tried to live a good christian life even if I have never been religious.

I had my first sexual experience when I was 17 with a young man who was my first love. from that first time I knew I liked sex and wanted more. At the age of 18 I was engaged to be married to M 21. Like most red bloodied males he wanted sex (so did I but I made him wait until I was ready...couldnt offer myself to him too quickly). 6months after we got engaged (valentines day) I had stayed at his home with him and his younger brother whilst the rest of his family were on holiday. During that time M's brother got his GSE O'level results and mother phoned home to find out what he had got. She also asked If I had stayed at the house while they were away. Because I had ...regardless that M had been sleeping in a different room (but not all night) their mother decided that if we ever got married in white she would not be at the wedding. I was shunned from that day on......couldn't visit the house or phone my fiance at home. If we were out and his parents were around I had to hide. I felt more like a mistress than a fiancee. Needless to say that relationship failed. However I did come away from that relationship with a strong belief that for women sex outside marriage was wrong.

so what has been my battle....... my sexual appetite versus my beliefs.