With a nearly a month of not posting you'd think that I'd have some incredible stories to share wouldn't you? You might even think that perhaps, with the way the world turns, and with its various seasons that maybe, just maybe Dewey got some. Maybe it turned in his favor? And you know what? You'd be correct, but it's more than just about getting some, it's about one thing, and one thing only . . . . Facebook! Yes people the Facebook Gods have answered and the doors have opened. And behind doors 1,2,3, and 4 have been some amazing women, and some great tales of tail. I got some! I got lots, and the getting apparently has no ending.
How did this all happen? I'm not quite sure what the catalyst was . . . but it probably had to be with my getting a divorce. Maybe, but maybe not. Maybe its my charm, my energy, my smile, and quite possibly my writing skills. No? Not the writing you say. Yea, ok, well I tried, but I do think that being vocal about my divorce through personal messaging got some women to take a second look at me, to give me chance. It's certainly possible. I am enjoying my fun with all of these women. They all share something in common in that they all tell me that they adore me. Nice huh? I like being adored, and being appreciated. You could say that I'm quite liking this newly defined moment in my life: divorced, single, and having more fun than ever.
Before you think I'm a horrible man-whore (you'd be right of course), these women all know that I am seeing other people. That's the beauty of my place right now. I don't have to lie about who and I am what I'm doing, and the no-secrets part of it is a load off my chest. They know I don't want a relationship. I'm living my life in my 30's and living what should have been fun in my 20's since I missed that whole decade. Yea, I have responsibilities now, so it's not like I can be 20 again, and I love those responsibilities, so I can't get too crazy, but I'll take a 1/2 portion of crazy if that's ok? I'll split the other half of crazy with the woman who's willing to put up with all my "red-flags" and relationship walls that I've built. You've got to be somewhat crazy not to see my hundreds upon hundreds of red-flags.
So while I have some great stories involving hot New Years Eve sex, office sex, more office sex, and even a really good story involving a blind-fold with a car-drive ultimately ending up with her tied up on a bed and me exploring my dominating side (phew that was long), I want to share the most heart-warming of them all. Call her Sabrina.
Sabrina was my first. She's a beautiful fun girl, six feet tall and when she left to do modeling in Italy our relationship ended. Short-lived but fun. 20 years ago in her bedroom my cock felt the inside of a vagina when she allowed me to go where I had never gone before. Mind you, I was a good little boy, and didn't thrust my hips back in forth. I didn't slide in-n-out. I just felt it. It's kind of like Clinton smoking marijuana but not inhaling, although he claimed not to like it. Me, well I fucking loved it, the feel of her warm pussy enveloping my cock that is. I thought I could still call myself a virgin since I technically didn't cum, nor did I thrust, and being a virgin was the only way to go in my shame based culture I was living in.
Fast forward to 20 years later, and our re-connection came to life because of Facebook. We talked for weeks about life, her life, her marriage, her kids, and I did the same. Then in late December she upped the ante. She sent pictures of herself (the ones not posted on Facebook) and started talking about her total lack of a sex-life. Me, I don't know a thing about consoling a desperate married woman who wants to get a hard pounding fuck. What me? How could I help her? ehhem . . . yea, I know a thing or two about the dangers of monogamy and equally about the dangers of infidelity. I said I would participate, but not at the cost of hurting, or possibly hurting her children. 'I'd see you if I knew you couldn't/wouldn't get caught'. That's what I said. We talked through all of the possibilities that our relationship could be. We could have fun, and certainly we both believe that there is unfinished business. I dipped my fruit in her chocolate, but never really tasted it.
So two weeks ago we met. I was nervous. Fidgety nervous. Would there be chemistry 20 years later? We were kids then. We met at a winery. It was noon, and it was a gorgeous day. With a blanket, a picnic basket and a bottle of cab we found a secluded spot. The whole damn place was empty so it was easy. And then for two hours we modestly kissed, and touched each other. It was sweet, and romantic, and we both loved it. We loved our little two hour escapade. Soft kisses on her back, on her tummy, and the back of her neck. Simple kisses and suddenly hard deep passionate kissses. Light touching would turn into heavy groping and massaging. She lifted my shirt up and licked my nipples while holding on to my thigh. She then grabbed my cock over my jeans while kissing me intensely. Whooaaaa. It was hot. We went for a walk to cool down and made it about 4 steps, where I pinned her body against a gazebo. Hot!! Fucking hot and heavy. She groaned as I slid my hand down her jeans and into her wetness. I knew she was wet before I put my hand there. I could smell her sex, and I was digging it. I was digging this beautiful landscape of trees, a pond, and vineyards everywhere, but most importantly her.
We had to stop. She had to get back to her home and I had another adventure set up for that evening. We decided immediately that we needed to see each other again, that we needed to get down to that un-finished business from so long ago. That will be about a month from now. The anticipation is already killing me.
Thank you Facebook Gods, you answered my prayers . . .
