Here I was, on the first date with a new man since I caught my husband, John, cheating, who was the only man I was ever with for 28 years. It felt really strange to be with a different man. Strange, but very exciting as well.
We were seated quickly in a cozy table for two in the back of the restaurant. After the waiter took our drink orders we both perused the menu.
"What looks good to you?" Ken asked.
You do, I thought. "Maybe the Mediterranean chicken salad. What looks good to you?"
"Besides you?" He grinned.
I smiled. So we were thinking the same thing. This was going good. We continued to have great chat throughout dinner and dessert.
"I've really enjoyed meeting you, Diana. I'd like to do something fun with you this weekend, if you're not too busy. It's supposed to be nice, so perhaps a bike ride? No mountain passes, I promise. Just a nice flat ride along one of the city trails."
It definitely sounded nice. I just had to work out the schedule. I'm going out with Nick on Friday and then Saturday brunch with this new guy, Ted. "OK, how about Saturday afternoon?"
"That works for me. Do you want to ride along Cherry Creek Trail and then we can have dinner at one of the restaurants in the Cherry Creek area."
There were some nice restaurants around there. Maybe I could get a T-bone steak followed by a good boning. "That sounds wonderful." I took out one of my business cards and wrote on the back. "Here's my home phone and address."
Ken insisted on paying and then walked me out to my car. I unlocked and opened the door of my Honda Accord and then turn towards Ken. "Thanks for a wonderful dinner, Ken."
"The pleasure was all mine," he said as he leaned in the kiss me.
Our lips met and and I put my arms around him as we kissed softly at first, and then with rapidly increasing passion as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled my body tight against his. It felt really good to be held by such a strong, confident man.
After a minute we pulled apart. "Wow," Ken said, "you are one hell of a sexy woman."
"And you are one hell of a sexy man."
"I can't wait until Saturday," he winked.
"Me too." I watched him walk over to his vehicle. Not surprising, he got into a giant pick-up truck.
My heart was pounding all the way home. This was so thrilling, to meet a new man, find him attractive, and top off the evening with a passionate kiss. As I pulled into the garage I decided there was only one thing left to make this a perfect evening.
I went straight upstairs, got on on the floor on the side of my bed, reached under and pulled out the storage bin. I suppose with the kids out of the house now I didn't need to hide it so well. I reached under the clothes, down to the bottom of the bin and pulled out my vibrator.
It's a Massage Master 5000. 3 speeds, large round head, about 14 inches long, AC powered. I plugged it in and got out my bottle of personal lubricant. I unzipped my skirt and slipped it off, then I slipped off my panties. I lay down on my bed and applied the lubricant around my clitoris.
I followed my usual pattern of moving from the outside in. I started the vibrator on low and messaged my right inner thigh and then my left and spent a few minutes switching back and forth, moving closer to my vagina each time. I began to feel a slight tingling of pleasure. I started using the tool on my labia, moving from the outside to the slit that runs between my vaginal opening and my clitoris. I moved it across my clitoris a few times, applying more pressure with each pass. It started to feel good.
I cranked up the vibrator a notch, thinking about the men I had met and how it made me feel when they paid attention to me, touched me, held me, kissed me. I pressed the head of the vibrator against my clit and let the intense pleasure build until I couldn't stand it and had to back off. I circled my vagina and thought about Nick and what it would be like to be with him. I moved back up to my clit, flicked the switch to high and held it as my entire body convulse from the waves of pleasure that emulated from my engorged clitoris.
I brought vibrator back out again, all the way down my left inner thigh, back up to my left labia, across my pubic bone and back down the right side. I thought about Ken and his hot, hard body and what it would be like to fuck him as I moved the vibrator in smaller and smaller circles towards my vagina. The pressed the vibrator to the opening of vaginal orifice and thought about how soon there would be a new man's cock entering in there. I then moved back to my clitoris, working around, locating the spot with the highest concentration of nerves, getting lost in the pleasure.
Suddenly my entire body was taken over by a powerful orgasm that swept from my head to my toes and made me pull into a crunch position as if I were being electrocuted with orgasmic pleasure.
I turned off the tool and collapsed onto the bed. God that was a good orgasm. I couldn't wait to have one with a man.
Next post: Dinner and a movie
Thursday, April 22, 2010
First date night
I came home from work and checked my computer. There were 12 new men that wanted to meet me. So many cocks, so little time. I looked through all the pictures, deciding who was cute and who wasn't. This was really fun; I could pick the men I wanted like ordering from a menu. The online house of sausage.
I got a reply back from Ted, divorced, 48, 6'1". We had traded a couple emails already. We were both born in April, both non-smokers, and both had masters degrees. He wanted to meet for brunch on Saturday, and suggested a place that had a great buffet. I wrote back that I would meet him at 10 AM.
I then started to get ready to meet Ken. I took off my work skirt and top, dropped them in the hamper, went to my closet and began to ponder. I didn't want to get too dressed up. It was only a tentative date; we'd meet at a restaurant bar for drinks, then have dinner there if we hit it off.
I took a shower, dried and brushed my hair, went to my underwear drawer. I put on a Victoria's Secret Miraculous™ push-up bra and matching panties. I'm proud of my natural breasts, but it never hurts display the goods in the best light. I picked out a casual v-neck top that showed a good hint of cleavage. Then put on a flower-print skirt that came down three inches above my knees. I wanted to wear open-toed sandals, so went back into the bathroom and started painting my toenails red.
I drove to the restaurant, parked and went in. I stepped into the bar and looked around, and saw someone who must have been Ken sitting at table. He smiled and got up as I walked over to him.
There was no hesitant greeting here; he immediately gave me a big hug. Then he stepped back and purposely looked me over from head to toe. "Wow Diana, you look really hot! Your pictures don't do you justice at all."
"Thank you very much, Ken," I smiled, checking him out too. "You're pretty cute yourself."
"Thanks. What can I get you to drink?"
"White wine." I sat down at the table and watch Ken head over to the bar. I noted what a nice ass he had.
He cam back a minute later, handed me my drink and sat down. He flashed a captivating smile. "Your profile said you like the outdoors. What things to you enjoy doing?"
"Hiking, biking, jogging."
"Have you ever biked the triple-bypass?"
"No, what it that?"
You ride from Denver to Vail, going over Squaw Pass, Loveland Pass, and Vail Pass. It's great fun. I do it every year."
This guy is really into exercise. He looks really buff. "No, I don't like to ride up mountains. I stay on flat trails around town."
"Well it's obviously working because you have one awesome figure."
"Thanks, but you're the one who looks fit." I smiled again and my eyes swept over his muscular physique.
"I'm not seeing anything wrong with the way you look, Diana. You're gorgeous."
We kept chatting about the outdoors and exercise and living in Colorado. When my drink was almost finshed Ken said, "What do think, Diana. Is this going well? Will you do me the honor of joining me for dinner?"
"I'd love to."
To be continued...
I got a reply back from Ted, divorced, 48, 6'1". We had traded a couple emails already. We were both born in April, both non-smokers, and both had masters degrees. He wanted to meet for brunch on Saturday, and suggested a place that had a great buffet. I wrote back that I would meet him at 10 AM.
I then started to get ready to meet Ken. I took off my work skirt and top, dropped them in the hamper, went to my closet and began to ponder. I didn't want to get too dressed up. It was only a tentative date; we'd meet at a restaurant bar for drinks, then have dinner there if we hit it off.
I took a shower, dried and brushed my hair, went to my underwear drawer. I put on a Victoria's Secret Miraculous™ push-up bra and matching panties. I'm proud of my natural breasts, but it never hurts display the goods in the best light. I picked out a casual v-neck top that showed a good hint of cleavage. Then put on a flower-print skirt that came down three inches above my knees. I wanted to wear open-toed sandals, so went back into the bathroom and started painting my toenails red.
I drove to the restaurant, parked and went in. I stepped into the bar and looked around, and saw someone who must have been Ken sitting at table. He smiled and got up as I walked over to him.
There was no hesitant greeting here; he immediately gave me a big hug. Then he stepped back and purposely looked me over from head to toe. "Wow Diana, you look really hot! Your pictures don't do you justice at all."
"Thank you very much, Ken," I smiled, checking him out too. "You're pretty cute yourself."
"Thanks. What can I get you to drink?"
"White wine." I sat down at the table and watch Ken head over to the bar. I noted what a nice ass he had.
He cam back a minute later, handed me my drink and sat down. He flashed a captivating smile. "Your profile said you like the outdoors. What things to you enjoy doing?"
"Hiking, biking, jogging."
"Have you ever biked the triple-bypass?"
"No, what it that?"
You ride from Denver to Vail, going over Squaw Pass, Loveland Pass, and Vail Pass. It's great fun. I do it every year."
This guy is really into exercise. He looks really buff. "No, I don't like to ride up mountains. I stay on flat trails around town."
"Well it's obviously working because you have one awesome figure."
"Thanks, but you're the one who looks fit." I smiled again and my eyes swept over his muscular physique.
"I'm not seeing anything wrong with the way you look, Diana. You're gorgeous."
We kept chatting about the outdoors and exercise and living in Colorado. When my drink was almost finshed Ken said, "What do think, Diana. Is this going well? Will you do me the honor of joining me for dinner?"
"I'd love to."
To be continued...
Coffee, tea, or me
This was the big day. After spending my entire life with only one man, who turned out to be a cheater, I was now scheduled to meet two different men in the same day.
This morning I was meeting 53 year-old divorcee Nick for coffee, and this evening I'm meeting 42 year-old, never married, KADULT (kid/adult) Ken for drinks. I wondered which one I would let drill me first.
I got up a few minutes early so that I had time to shave my legs. It's business casual where I work and I usually wear slacks, but today I put on a nice, casual business skirt. I picked out a pull-over top, very appropriate for work, yet a snug fit so that it showed off the shape of my breasts well.
At 9:45 an Outlook reminder popped up at work. I had scheduled the coffee as a meeting so that no one else would try to schedule me for another meeting at the same time. For the meeting title I put outside vendor meeting so that it looked like business. I smiled at the reminder and thought, "If Nick plays his cards right, perhaps he'll get to make an inside delivery."
I stopped by the restroom and combed my shoulder-length dark blond hair. I checked myself out in the mirror and made sure my outfit showed off my slim figure. Yes, I'm sure that Nick will want me.
It was a nice spring day in Denver and I enjoyed walking the two blocks from my office to the coffee shop. I paused before going inside, wondering if I really wanted to go through with this. Then I remembered what my husband John said as he left; that he was now going to fuck whoever he wanted whenever he wanted. Well I'm going to see now if I want to fuck Nick.
I entered the coffee shop and looked around. Immediately a man stood up and moved towards me. I recognized Nick from his picture, although I think the photo he posted might have been from a few years ago. He seemed to have a few more wrinkles then I remember. But he was still attractive.
"Hello, Diana?" he said.
"Yes, hi, Nick, glad to meet you." I held out my hand and we shook. He had nice firm grip. I quickly looked him over from head to toe. Yes, the rest of him looked reasonably firm as well.
"So what are you drinking?" He asked, ushering us toward the counter.
It was then that I realized that I picked a place too close to home. I came to this coffee shop fairly regularly and the employees knew me, especially the cute young barista, Dave, with whom I would often have friendly, slightly flirtatious chat. Oh well, I wasn't doing anything wrong; I'm a single gal now, having stopped wearing my wedding ring right after John left. I was just having an innocent cup of coffee as I evaluated whether this man was worthy to bone me.
I ordered a small non-fat mocha.
"Do you want whipped cream with that?" Dave asked.
No, I'll be getting whipped cream somewhere else later, I thought. "No thanks," I said.
Nick insisted on paying. When he turned to face the cashier I noticed that the hair on the back of his head was thinning. Not quite bald, but heading that way. Nick was 8 years older than me. I've never been with an older man. My husband was one month younger. I thought about it and decided the back of his head didn't matter. I wasn't planning on growing old with this guy; what I was thinking of doing would have me looking at him from the front and that looked fine. Creamy brown eyes the color of milk chocolate. Confident face with rugged, chiseled features. He looked just fine.
We got our drinks and sat down. He smile at me, a tiny bit nervously, and I smiled back warmly.
"Mocha." He said. "Are you a chocolate lover?"
"I'm a chocoholic," I replied, thinking of his chocolate brown eyes. I wondered how those eyes looked when he was having an orgasm.
"Me too. I have to have it every day. So what's the best you've ever had?"
"Hmm," I thought, "one time at a French restaurant I had something called chocolate ganache. It was wonderful." I remembered the taste and a wave of pleasure passed over me.
"Yes, I've had ganache," Nick nodded, "it's almost better than an orgasm," he winked.
"Depends on the orgasm," I grinned.
We chatted on like that, getting to know each other, flitting, trading double-entendres. I happened to glance at my watch and saw that an hour had flown by.
Nick noticed my surprise. "I should let you get back to work."
"Yes, well I really enjoyed meeting you, Nick."
"Me too. How about if we have dinner tonight?"
Oops, I'm already meeting guy number two tonight. "Tonight's not so good, maybe tomorrow?"
"You bet; tomorrow's Friday, so maybe we can see a movie too?"
"Sure, I'd like that." I gave him my number and we walked out the door together.
"I'm really glad that we meet, Diana. You're incredibly beautiful."
"Thank you."
"I'll call you and we'll finalize the arrangements." We both hesitated, slightly awkward, not sure how the say goodbye. After a second he gave me a hug. It felt good to be in his strong arms.
"Bye," I said and turned and walked back to my office. I resisted to the impulse to look over my shoulder to see if he was watching me. I think he was and he was enjoying watching me walking in my skirt, pleats swishing back and forth as I strutted down the street feeling great.
Perhaps Friday night he would enjoy watching my skirt come off...
Next post: First date night
This morning I was meeting 53 year-old divorcee Nick for coffee, and this evening I'm meeting 42 year-old, never married, KADULT (kid/adult) Ken for drinks. I wondered which one I would let drill me first.
I got up a few minutes early so that I had time to shave my legs. It's business casual where I work and I usually wear slacks, but today I put on a nice, casual business skirt. I picked out a pull-over top, very appropriate for work, yet a snug fit so that it showed off the shape of my breasts well.
At 9:45 an Outlook reminder popped up at work. I had scheduled the coffee as a meeting so that no one else would try to schedule me for another meeting at the same time. For the meeting title I put outside vendor meeting so that it looked like business. I smiled at the reminder and thought, "If Nick plays his cards right, perhaps he'll get to make an inside delivery."
I stopped by the restroom and combed my shoulder-length dark blond hair. I checked myself out in the mirror and made sure my outfit showed off my slim figure. Yes, I'm sure that Nick will want me.
It was a nice spring day in Denver and I enjoyed walking the two blocks from my office to the coffee shop. I paused before going inside, wondering if I really wanted to go through with this. Then I remembered what my husband John said as he left; that he was now going to fuck whoever he wanted whenever he wanted. Well I'm going to see now if I want to fuck Nick.
I entered the coffee shop and looked around. Immediately a man stood up and moved towards me. I recognized Nick from his picture, although I think the photo he posted might have been from a few years ago. He seemed to have a few more wrinkles then I remember. But he was still attractive.
"Hello, Diana?" he said.
"Yes, hi, Nick, glad to meet you." I held out my hand and we shook. He had nice firm grip. I quickly looked him over from head to toe. Yes, the rest of him looked reasonably firm as well.
"So what are you drinking?" He asked, ushering us toward the counter.
It was then that I realized that I picked a place too close to home. I came to this coffee shop fairly regularly and the employees knew me, especially the cute young barista, Dave, with whom I would often have friendly, slightly flirtatious chat. Oh well, I wasn't doing anything wrong; I'm a single gal now, having stopped wearing my wedding ring right after John left. I was just having an innocent cup of coffee as I evaluated whether this man was worthy to bone me.
I ordered a small non-fat mocha.
"Do you want whipped cream with that?" Dave asked.
No, I'll be getting whipped cream somewhere else later, I thought. "No thanks," I said.
Nick insisted on paying. When he turned to face the cashier I noticed that the hair on the back of his head was thinning. Not quite bald, but heading that way. Nick was 8 years older than me. I've never been with an older man. My husband was one month younger. I thought about it and decided the back of his head didn't matter. I wasn't planning on growing old with this guy; what I was thinking of doing would have me looking at him from the front and that looked fine. Creamy brown eyes the color of milk chocolate. Confident face with rugged, chiseled features. He looked just fine.
We got our drinks and sat down. He smile at me, a tiny bit nervously, and I smiled back warmly.
"Mocha." He said. "Are you a chocolate lover?"
"I'm a chocoholic," I replied, thinking of his chocolate brown eyes. I wondered how those eyes looked when he was having an orgasm.
"Me too. I have to have it every day. So what's the best you've ever had?"
"Hmm," I thought, "one time at a French restaurant I had something called chocolate ganache. It was wonderful." I remembered the taste and a wave of pleasure passed over me.
"Yes, I've had ganache," Nick nodded, "it's almost better than an orgasm," he winked.
"Depends on the orgasm," I grinned.
We chatted on like that, getting to know each other, flitting, trading double-entendres. I happened to glance at my watch and saw that an hour had flown by.
Nick noticed my surprise. "I should let you get back to work."
"Yes, well I really enjoyed meeting you, Nick."
"Me too. How about if we have dinner tonight?"
Oops, I'm already meeting guy number two tonight. "Tonight's not so good, maybe tomorrow?"
"You bet; tomorrow's Friday, so maybe we can see a movie too?"
"Sure, I'd like that." I gave him my number and we walked out the door together.
"I'm really glad that we meet, Diana. You're incredibly beautiful."
"Thank you."
"I'll call you and we'll finalize the arrangements." We both hesitated, slightly awkward, not sure how the say goodbye. After a second he gave me a hug. It felt good to be in his strong arms.
"Bye," I said and turned and walked back to my office. I resisted to the impulse to look over my shoulder to see if he was watching me. I think he was and he was enjoying watching me walking in my skirt, pleats swishing back and forth as I strutted down the street feeling great.
Perhaps Friday night he would enjoy watching my skirt come off...
Next post: First date night
First contact
Two days later was up to 46 direct emails. It takes so much time to review each one and decide if he's doable. I'm not so interested in long email conversations exchanging deep thoughts about philosophy and life in order to find my soulmate. I just want to meet a guy face-to-face so I can see if there's chemistry.
I was therefore glad when Nick was the first to propose meeting for coffee. I quickly shot back a reply that I would meet him at 10 AM at a coffee shop near where I work. I'm an accounting manager and my job is flexible enough that I can slip out for an hour or so and not get in trouble since I'm the boss.
As I went through the rest of my emails I found another invitation from Ken, 42, 5'7", never married. He had 26 pictures posted that showed he was really cute and liked all kinds of outdoor activities from skateboarding to scuba diving. His profile said,
Ken proposed that we meet at the bar in one of the nicer restaurants in town. There'd be no pressure; if we hit it off then we could have dinner and if not then no hard feelings.
That seemed like a great deal. Hopefully it go well and instead of hard feelings I'd be feeling him get hard. I wrote back that I'd love to meet him at 6 PM tomorrow evening.
I went through the rest of the messages, using the method of first looking through the pictures, eliminating all the guys that I didn't find attractive, then reading the profiles and the messages, further eliminating the guys that sounded arogant or needy, focusing on guys that might be open to just having fun. I found five good candidates and send out replies.
Tomorrow I'm meeting two different guys. Things are starting to heat up, I'd better get prepared. I headed over to the grocery store.
I went back by the pharmacy counter of the grocery store where I'd shopped for years and went to a section I had never relly visited in all the years I'd shopped there: the condom aisle. Since I was in what I thought was a committed relationship my husband John and I never used condoms when we fucked. Knowing what I know now about all the different cunts that John had fucked over the years, I probably should have. Maybe I should make a doctor's appointment.
I looked down the aisle to make sure there was no one I knew; this was a little embarrashing. The aisle was empty except for one lady down by the tampons. I went to the condom display to quickly grab a box and get out there.
I was amazed at the selection they had. There was Ultra Thin, Shared Pleasure, Sensations, Magnum XL. I didn't know that choosing sexual protection would be so complicated. I picked up a box labeled Ecstasy and read the back.
A man pushed his cart past the end of the aisle and looked at me, raising his eyebrows a bit. Sure mister, I'm getting ready to fuck, what's it to you? I thought.
I took the box to the automated check-out so that I would not have to face anyone else. When I got to my car I put the box in my purse and headed home, ready for ectasy.
Next post: Coffee, tea, or me
I was therefore glad when Nick was the first to propose meeting for coffee. I quickly shot back a reply that I would meet him at 10 AM at a coffee shop near where I work. I'm an accounting manager and my job is flexible enough that I can slip out for an hour or so and not get in trouble since I'm the boss.
As I went through the rest of my emails I found another invitation from Ken, 42, 5'7", never married. He had 26 pictures posted that showed he was really cute and liked all kinds of outdoor activities from skateboarding to scuba diving. His profile said,
I am best described by my 11 year old niece who says I am a KADULT. A kid/adult. I never married nor had any children and have spent most of my adult life in committed relationships. I enjoy life and tend to take a little more from it then other people do, because I can.
Ken proposed that we meet at the bar in one of the nicer restaurants in town. There'd be no pressure; if we hit it off then we could have dinner and if not then no hard feelings.
That seemed like a great deal. Hopefully it go well and instead of hard feelings I'd be feeling him get hard. I wrote back that I'd love to meet him at 6 PM tomorrow evening.
I went through the rest of the messages, using the method of first looking through the pictures, eliminating all the guys that I didn't find attractive, then reading the profiles and the messages, further eliminating the guys that sounded arogant or needy, focusing on guys that might be open to just having fun. I found five good candidates and send out replies.
Tomorrow I'm meeting two different guys. Things are starting to heat up, I'd better get prepared. I headed over to the grocery store.
I went back by the pharmacy counter of the grocery store where I'd shopped for years and went to a section I had never relly visited in all the years I'd shopped there: the condom aisle. Since I was in what I thought was a committed relationship my husband John and I never used condoms when we fucked. Knowing what I know now about all the different cunts that John had fucked over the years, I probably should have. Maybe I should make a doctor's appointment.
I looked down the aisle to make sure there was no one I knew; this was a little embarrashing. The aisle was empty except for one lady down by the tampons. I went to the condom display to quickly grab a box and get out there.
I was amazed at the selection they had. There was Ultra Thin, Shared Pleasure, Sensations, Magnum XL. I didn't know that choosing sexual protection would be so complicated. I picked up a box labeled Ecstasy and read the back.
UltraSmooth™ Premium Lubricant inside and out for a more natural feel. Comfort shape allows freedom of movement for a more natural experience. Deep ribs at base and end to increase stimulation. Tapered at the base for a secure fit.
A man pushed his cart past the end of the aisle and looked at me, raising his eyebrows a bit. Sure mister, I'm getting ready to fuck, what's it to you? I thought.
I took the box to the automated check-out so that I would not have to face anyone else. When I got to my car I put the box in my purse and headed home, ready for ectasy.
Next post: Coffee, tea, or me
So many guys to choose from, why not have them all?
I checked email today after the online dating site approved my profile. 43 new messages. 27 winks and 16 direct messages. After just one day. I'm surprised that a middle-aged woman would garner so much interest. I'm feeling good already.
The winks are what guys can send without having to pay. The messages are from the paid subscribers. That's an easy way to separate out the cheapskates. I'll just read the paid messages and see if any of them are doable.
The first thing I did was look at the pictures. It may sound superficial, but with so many to go through I need to do some fast filtering. I picked 6 guys I thought were the cutest. Then I read their profiles and their messages to me.
There was one cute guy, Bill, 47, 5'8", blue eyes, salt and pepper hair, who wrote,
So I wrote back to him,
I then read the message from Nick, 53, divorced, 2 kids not living at home, 6'0", brown eyes, brown hair:
I looked at his picture again. Oh yes, he definately stimulate me.
Before answering Nick I read through the other messages and profiles, then I thought about what I really wanted. Definitely not a long term relationship, but I also did not want just fuck every guy I met.
What I really wanted was to feel special and to have fun. I wanted to be pursued, wined and dined, seduced.
I decided how I would approach each response. I didn't want long email correspondence; I needed to meet each one face-to-face. But I wasn't about to give out my address, phone number, or even email. Too dangerous.
What I would do is meet each guy in a safe, neutral location. A coffee shop or someplace for lunch. If the guy shows no indications of being a serial killer, and I find him interesting and attractive then I'll go out on a real date and we'll let nature take its course.
I read through the messages and profiles of other guys who had made my top 6 based on looks. There was that sounded corny and a bit obnoxious. Another was a fundamentalist Christian right-wing Republican gun-lover. The remaining 4 all sounded intelligent and witty. I could see myself fucking any one of them. And maybe I'll fuck them all.
I sent each one a reply similar to the one I sent Bob. Now we'll wait and see...
Next post: First contact
The winks are what guys can send without having to pay. The messages are from the paid subscribers. That's an easy way to separate out the cheapskates. I'll just read the paid messages and see if any of them are doable.
The first thing I did was look at the pictures. It may sound superficial, but with so many to go through I need to do some fast filtering. I picked 6 guys I thought were the cutest. Then I read their profiles and their messages to me.
There was one cute guy, Bill, 47, 5'8", blue eyes, salt and pepper hair, who wrote,
Welcome back to the world of dating... Internet style
Just perusing your cute pics and profile, thought we may have fun; either talking or meeting.
There is much more information about me in my profile; so, let me know if you would like to email or chat.
Bob
So I wrote back to him,
Hi Bill,
I read your profile and yes, I think we could have some fun. I like that enjoy the outdoors as do I and we have similar tastes in music and movies. If you want to meet for coffee or lunch then we can chat face-to-face and see where it goes.
Diana
I then read the message from Nick, 53, divorced, 2 kids not living at home, 6'0", brown eyes, brown hair:
Hi Diana,
You are very beautiful. I see we have several things in common: classic rock music, movies, wine, fine dinning to name a few. I'd love to meet you and have stimulating conversation.
I looked at his picture again. Oh yes, he definately stimulate me.
Before answering Nick I read through the other messages and profiles, then I thought about what I really wanted. Definitely not a long term relationship, but I also did not want just fuck every guy I met.
What I really wanted was to feel special and to have fun. I wanted to be pursued, wined and dined, seduced.
I decided how I would approach each response. I didn't want long email correspondence; I needed to meet each one face-to-face. But I wasn't about to give out my address, phone number, or even email. Too dangerous.
What I would do is meet each guy in a safe, neutral location. A coffee shop or someplace for lunch. If the guy shows no indications of being a serial killer, and I find him interesting and attractive then I'll go out on a real date and we'll let nature take its course.
I read through the messages and profiles of other guys who had made my top 6 based on looks. There was that sounded corny and a bit obnoxious. Another was a fundamentalist Christian right-wing Republican gun-lover. The remaining 4 all sounded intelligent and witty. I could see myself fucking any one of them. And maybe I'll fuck them all.
I sent each one a reply similar to the one I sent Bob. Now we'll wait and see...
Next post: First contact
Joining the online dating scene
So where do I start? I'm 45 years old, just kicked my husband out of the house when I caught him fucking his coworker's wife in our bed.
I decided that I'm not going to sit home alone every night feeling sorry for myself. I'm also not interested in another relationship either. If I couldn't trust the man I thought was my soul mate, then I'm not going trust some other man I've just met. And I don't need to either. I'm a self-sufficient woman; I don't need a man to take care of me. I only need a man for one thing.
So where do I start? I don't feel like going to a bar to meet someone; not yet anyway. I could ask my girlfriends to set me up, but then I'd have to explain my whole sordid story and I don't feel like doing that either. I'm only willing to share those intimate details with complete strangers on my blog.
I decided to try online dating. I went to one of the big dating sites and started to sign-up.
The first thing they ask for is a user name. "DianaDoesDenver" would be too blatant. How about "RockyMtnFunSeeker?" Yes, that's a good one. I don't just want to have sex. I want to have all kinds of fun with men, as much fun as I can have, both with and without my pants on.
Now it wants my birth date. April 14, 1965. I hope that there are lots of guys interested in a gal my age. Height, 5' 6", fairly tall for a woman. Hair: Dark Blond, Eyes: Blue. Build: Slim. Yes, I'll say it. You think all woman consider themselves fat? Well I've worked hard, eating right, exercising almost everyday. I can honestly say that I am slim.
Next they ask what do I like to do? Dining, dancing, music, movies, plays, hiking, biking, kayaking. Yes, I would like to do all those things with a man before I fuck him.
Now I need to upload a picture. I search through all the digital photos on my computer for the right one. So many pictures with John and I. Makes me sad and mad to look back on all those times. Here's one with just me. Taken last Christmas. I'm wearing my green gown to a party. Doesn't show too much cleavage, but should show off enough of my figure to get the guys interested. I found another photo that was a close-up of my face. These should do nicely.
Now they ask for me to describe myself in my own words. "Hot MILF looking to fuck every cute guy she meets." No, that wouldn't get past the censors.
And it also causes me to think about what I really want. I don't want to just meet guys to have sex and nothing else. I want to go out on dates, have fun, have a man pay attention to me, treat me nice, let me know that he wants me. Then, if he makes me feel special, if we have some chemistry, then we will both get lucky that night.
As far as a relationship goes, if I didn't know my husband after 28 years, then I'm not going to be able to trust any guy I just met. But I don't need to be in a relationship.
Besides, I've heard that when you are first attracted to someone that your brain releases endorphins that give you a high. That's what I'm looking for, the special feeling that comes from that initial eye contact, first touch, first kiss, first fuck of a new relationship. And when the first time high wears off I'll move on.
So I finished my online profile and posted it. Let's see what happens...
Next post: So many guys
I decided that I'm not going to sit home alone every night feeling sorry for myself. I'm also not interested in another relationship either. If I couldn't trust the man I thought was my soul mate, then I'm not going trust some other man I've just met. And I don't need to either. I'm a self-sufficient woman; I don't need a man to take care of me. I only need a man for one thing.
So where do I start? I don't feel like going to a bar to meet someone; not yet anyway. I could ask my girlfriends to set me up, but then I'd have to explain my whole sordid story and I don't feel like doing that either. I'm only willing to share those intimate details with complete strangers on my blog.
I decided to try online dating. I went to one of the big dating sites and started to sign-up.
The first thing they ask for is a user name. "DianaDoesDenver" would be too blatant. How about "RockyMtnFunSeeker?" Yes, that's a good one. I don't just want to have sex. I want to have all kinds of fun with men, as much fun as I can have, both with and without my pants on.
Now it wants my birth date. April 14, 1965. I hope that there are lots of guys interested in a gal my age. Height, 5' 6", fairly tall for a woman. Hair: Dark Blond, Eyes: Blue. Build: Slim. Yes, I'll say it. You think all woman consider themselves fat? Well I've worked hard, eating right, exercising almost everyday. I can honestly say that I am slim.
Next they ask what do I like to do? Dining, dancing, music, movies, plays, hiking, biking, kayaking. Yes, I would like to do all those things with a man before I fuck him.
Now I need to upload a picture. I search through all the digital photos on my computer for the right one. So many pictures with John and I. Makes me sad and mad to look back on all those times. Here's one with just me. Taken last Christmas. I'm wearing my green gown to a party. Doesn't show too much cleavage, but should show off enough of my figure to get the guys interested. I found another photo that was a close-up of my face. These should do nicely.
Now they ask for me to describe myself in my own words. "Hot MILF looking to fuck every cute guy she meets." No, that wouldn't get past the censors.
And it also causes me to think about what I really want. I don't want to just meet guys to have sex and nothing else. I want to go out on dates, have fun, have a man pay attention to me, treat me nice, let me know that he wants me. Then, if he makes me feel special, if we have some chemistry, then we will both get lucky that night.
As far as a relationship goes, if I didn't know my husband after 28 years, then I'm not going to be able to trust any guy I just met. But I don't need to be in a relationship.
Besides, I've heard that when you are first attracted to someone that your brain releases endorphins that give you a high. That's what I'm looking for, the special feeling that comes from that initial eye contact, first touch, first kiss, first fuck of a new relationship. And when the first time high wears off I'll move on.
So I finished my online profile and posted it. Let's see what happens...
Next post: So many guys
My turn now.
I cried off and on for the next three days after John left. I felt so betrayed. I thought I knew him, that he was my soul mate. And all those years he had been cheating on me with so many women he couldn't count them all.
I had been faithful to him my whole life. I could have cheated too. Over the years there were many men that wanted to have me.
In college my friends would tell me how they went to a party and then slept with some guy they just met. Some of them were dating and sleeping with several guys at a time. But me, I had my steady boyfriend and didn't want to fool around.
There have been many guys over the years that have hit on me. Several of them I thought were attractive. The cute guy in my English class kept asking me out and I kept telling him I had a boyfriend. My math professor was an attractive man and he made suggestions to me. I pretended to be offended, but I was actually intrigued. I should have gone for it.
On my first job after college there was my coworker, Dennis, he had such a crush on me; he was so sweet. Good looking too. I could of had him. I should of had him. What was I saving myself for?
I thought back over the years of all the guys I had been attracted to who were attracted to me, flirted with me, wanted me, but I didn't lead them on because I was in a committed relationship.
I should have fucked them all.
But now I'm free. Kids out of the house. Cheating husband gone. He said he was going to fuck whoever he wanted whenever he wanted. Well now so can I.
Even at 45 I'm still attractive. I keep fit. I'm slim. People say I have a pretty face, beautiful even. If I wear a low cut blouse I catch men staring at my cleavage all the time. When I wear a dress men are always looking at my legs. They're great legs if I say so myself. When I walk by men's heads turn. I see them checking out my ass.
So why shouldn't I? I've been a good girl all my life, but where has it gotten my. Alone at 45. But I don't need a man to support me. I make good money. And I should get the house when I divorce that cheating bastard, John. I don't need to be in a relationship. Don't want to be in a relationship. I just want to have fun.
That's exactly what I'm going to do. Make up for lost time. I'm going to be just like a man: find them, fuck them, forget them.
No, actually not forget them. I'm not going to be like John, not able to remember how many partners he had. I'm going to keep a journal, and remember every kiss, suck, and stroke. I'm going to publish it for the world to see in this blog.
I hope that there will be many horny guys that will read this blog. I don't mind if they get so horny that they jack off while reading it. I hope they do. I hope you do, my reader.
I can see it now. Every time a new man ejaculates inside my vagina there will be ten others that ejaculate reading about it. Maybe one of my readers will contact me and if I like him then I'll fuck him. More men will cum reading about that. Orgasms will be erupting around the globe.
Next post: Joining the Online Dating Scene
I had been faithful to him my whole life. I could have cheated too. Over the years there were many men that wanted to have me.
In college my friends would tell me how they went to a party and then slept with some guy they just met. Some of them were dating and sleeping with several guys at a time. But me, I had my steady boyfriend and didn't want to fool around.
There have been many guys over the years that have hit on me. Several of them I thought were attractive. The cute guy in my English class kept asking me out and I kept telling him I had a boyfriend. My math professor was an attractive man and he made suggestions to me. I pretended to be offended, but I was actually intrigued. I should have gone for it.
On my first job after college there was my coworker, Dennis, he had such a crush on me; he was so sweet. Good looking too. I could of had him. I should of had him. What was I saving myself for?
I thought back over the years of all the guys I had been attracted to who were attracted to me, flirted with me, wanted me, but I didn't lead them on because I was in a committed relationship.
I should have fucked them all.
But now I'm free. Kids out of the house. Cheating husband gone. He said he was going to fuck whoever he wanted whenever he wanted. Well now so can I.
Even at 45 I'm still attractive. I keep fit. I'm slim. People say I have a pretty face, beautiful even. If I wear a low cut blouse I catch men staring at my cleavage all the time. When I wear a dress men are always looking at my legs. They're great legs if I say so myself. When I walk by men's heads turn. I see them checking out my ass.
So why shouldn't I? I've been a good girl all my life, but where has it gotten my. Alone at 45. But I don't need a man to support me. I make good money. And I should get the house when I divorce that cheating bastard, John. I don't need to be in a relationship. Don't want to be in a relationship. I just want to have fun.
That's exactly what I'm going to do. Make up for lost time. I'm going to be just like a man: find them, fuck them, forget them.
No, actually not forget them. I'm not going to be like John, not able to remember how many partners he had. I'm going to keep a journal, and remember every kiss, suck, and stroke. I'm going to publish it for the world to see in this blog.
I hope that there will be many horny guys that will read this blog. I don't mind if they get so horny that they jack off while reading it. I hope they do. I hope you do, my reader.
I can see it now. Every time a new man ejaculates inside my vagina there will be ten others that ejaculate reading about it. Maybe one of my readers will contact me and if I like him then I'll fuck him. More men will cum reading about that. Orgasms will be erupting around the globe.
Next post: Joining the Online Dating Scene
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
It's an ego thing; I like experience
John just sat there for a few moments comptemplating what to say after I caught him banging a co-worker's wife on our bed. He was still naked, his hard-on beginning to dwindle. He slipped on his shorts and said, "You want to know how long this has been going on? I started fucking Janet a couple months ago."
"And is she the only one?"
"No. There's been a few others over the years."
I couldn't believe it. John was the only man I'd ever slept with. He popped my cherry back in high school and I had stayed faithful to him for 28 years. Now I hear he's been cheating for years. "A few? How many exactly?"
He thought for a minute. "I can't say exactly. 20? 30? I haven't really kept count."
"You've cheated on me 20 or 30 times?"
"No, I've cheated on you hundreds of times with 20 or 30 different women."
"You fucking bastard. How could you? Why?"
"I didn't mean to hurt you Diana," John said with remorse. "It's just that..." He pondered. "Way back after we were first married I would sometimes lay in bed at night thinking. I would think about how I was never going to have sex with any other women besides you for the rest of my life. It scared me."
"Yes, because having sex with me is so horrible."
He shook his head. "No Diana. It's been great, it really has. But I just felt I was missing something. And then it happened..."
"You had an epithany that you'd fuck every skirt you met?"
"I was on a business trip. I had just started working at Certified Networks."
That was John's first job out of college.
"At the end of the first day of meetings, I went back to the hotel and decided to have a drink by myself in the bar. There was a lady. Older lady, but very beautiful, very sexy. The type of woman I've always dreamed of fucking."
"It's great to have a dream," I said sarcastically. "My dream was to have a faithful husband, but that's been shot to hell."
"I'm so sorry Diana. Anyway, this woman caught me staring at her, and I got up my nerve up and went over to talk to her. We hit it off. One thing lead to another and before I knew we were up in my room fucking."
"I see. You just accidentally fell into her pussy."
He ignored me and went on. "It was like the first time all over again. After years of being only with you I was now with a completely different woman. It felt fantastic.
"I asked her if it was good for her. 'You gave it your best,' she said.
"'What do mean, didn't you cum?'
"She said, 'It was ok. You haven't been with many women, have you?
"I replied, 'Only one, my wife.'
"'How sweet, you're almost a virgin.' she said. 'So much for you to learn. I wish I could be your teacher, but we'll probably not meet again.'"
My face was still screwed up with rage as I listened to John's narrative. "So I take it you undertook a self-study course?"
"This woman had been around the block a few times and apparently there was something lacking. So I started looking for older, more experienced women, and then I learned how to fuck them right. You must have noticed that I improved a few years into our marriage."
"So it was all for my benefit? You have a lot balls, John."
"It became an ego thing. If you tell me I'm a great lover, it doesn't mean that much because I'm the only guy you've known. Now when I'm with a girl like Janet who has had a dozen or more different men and she tells me I'm great, that she wants me again and again, prefers me to her own husband, that means something."
"It means you're a fucking scumbag," I spat. "I want you out of here right now, John. This is it, we're through."
John started putting on the rest of his clothes. "If that's the way you want it, Diana, then fine. I'm tired of sneaking around. Our kids are grown up; we don't need to stay together for their sake. I'm going to fuck who I want, when I want, and not worry about hiding anymore."
And that's how I came to be separated.
Next post: It's My turn now.
"And is she the only one?"
"No. There's been a few others over the years."
I couldn't believe it. John was the only man I'd ever slept with. He popped my cherry back in high school and I had stayed faithful to him for 28 years. Now I hear he's been cheating for years. "A few? How many exactly?"
He thought for a minute. "I can't say exactly. 20? 30? I haven't really kept count."
"You've cheated on me 20 or 30 times?"
"No, I've cheated on you hundreds of times with 20 or 30 different women."
"You fucking bastard. How could you? Why?"
"I didn't mean to hurt you Diana," John said with remorse. "It's just that..." He pondered. "Way back after we were first married I would sometimes lay in bed at night thinking. I would think about how I was never going to have sex with any other women besides you for the rest of my life. It scared me."
"Yes, because having sex with me is so horrible."
He shook his head. "No Diana. It's been great, it really has. But I just felt I was missing something. And then it happened..."
"You had an epithany that you'd fuck every skirt you met?"
"I was on a business trip. I had just started working at Certified Networks."
That was John's first job out of college.
"At the end of the first day of meetings, I went back to the hotel and decided to have a drink by myself in the bar. There was a lady. Older lady, but very beautiful, very sexy. The type of woman I've always dreamed of fucking."
"It's great to have a dream," I said sarcastically. "My dream was to have a faithful husband, but that's been shot to hell."
"I'm so sorry Diana. Anyway, this woman caught me staring at her, and I got up my nerve up and went over to talk to her. We hit it off. One thing lead to another and before I knew we were up in my room fucking."
"I see. You just accidentally fell into her pussy."
He ignored me and went on. "It was like the first time all over again. After years of being only with you I was now with a completely different woman. It felt fantastic.
"I asked her if it was good for her. 'You gave it your best,' she said.
"'What do mean, didn't you cum?'
"She said, 'It was ok. You haven't been with many women, have you?
"I replied, 'Only one, my wife.'
"'How sweet, you're almost a virgin.' she said. 'So much for you to learn. I wish I could be your teacher, but we'll probably not meet again.'"
My face was still screwed up with rage as I listened to John's narrative. "So I take it you undertook a self-study course?"
"This woman had been around the block a few times and apparently there was something lacking. So I started looking for older, more experienced women, and then I learned how to fuck them right. You must have noticed that I improved a few years into our marriage."
"So it was all for my benefit? You have a lot balls, John."
"It became an ego thing. If you tell me I'm a great lover, it doesn't mean that much because I'm the only guy you've known. Now when I'm with a girl like Janet who has had a dozen or more different men and she tells me I'm great, that she wants me again and again, prefers me to her own husband, that means something."
"It means you're a fucking scumbag," I spat. "I want you out of here right now, John. This is it, we're through."
John started putting on the rest of his clothes. "If that's the way you want it, Diana, then fine. I'm tired of sneaking around. Our kids are grown up; we don't need to stay together for their sake. I'm going to fuck who I want, when I want, and not worry about hiding anymore."
And that's how I came to be separated.
Next post: It's My turn now.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
The hard truth
I stood in the darkened foyer of my house listening the strange sounds coming from upstairs. Squeeking, creakinq, and moaning.
My heart was pounding as I tiptoed up the stairs. I started down the hall towards the light that was shining out of our bedroom. I peeked around the corner and suddenly my breath left me as I took in the scene.
There were two naked people on my bed. A woman, she looked vauguely familiar, was on all fours, short dark hair and her long thin breasts were hanging below, swaying back and forth.
Behind her, my loving husband, father of my children, love of my life was behind her on his knees thursting into her with more passion than he had shown with me in years. John continued to bang away, not realizing I was there and the realization washed over me that my husband was really cheating on me.
Anger washed over me. I strode into the room and yelled "What the hell are you doing?"
The two of them froze, eyes wide like deer in the headlights. After a few seconds John pulls out of her and the woman rolls over to the side of the bed and grabs her skirt and starts pulling it on.
"I'm so sorry Diana," she mumbled.
It was then that I recognized her. She was the wife of one of John's co-workers that I met at the company picnic. "Get out!" I yelled. "Get out of my house you slut!"
She quickly pulled on her blouse, slipped on her shoes and ran quickly out of the room.
I faced John as I heard her run down the stairs and out the front door. "You bastard. How long has this been going on?"
Next Post: It's an ego thing
My heart was pounding as I tiptoed up the stairs. I started down the hall towards the light that was shining out of our bedroom. I peeked around the corner and suddenly my breath left me as I took in the scene.
There were two naked people on my bed. A woman, she looked vauguely familiar, was on all fours, short dark hair and her long thin breasts were hanging below, swaying back and forth.
Behind her, my loving husband, father of my children, love of my life was behind her on his knees thursting into her with more passion than he had shown with me in years. John continued to bang away, not realizing I was there and the realization washed over me that my husband was really cheating on me.
Anger washed over me. I strode into the room and yelled "What the hell are you doing?"
The two of them froze, eyes wide like deer in the headlights. After a few seconds John pulls out of her and the woman rolls over to the side of the bed and grabs her skirt and starts pulling it on.
"I'm so sorry Diana," she mumbled.
It was then that I recognized her. She was the wife of one of John's co-workers that I met at the company picnic. "Get out!" I yelled. "Get out of my house you slut!"
She quickly pulled on her blouse, slipped on her shoes and ran quickly out of the room.
I faced John as I heard her run down the stairs and out the front door. "You bastard. How long has this been going on?"
Next Post: It's an ego thing
never suspected
My daughter Johanna had just started school in Greeley, about an hour and a half from our home in Denver. I went up with her to help her get settled in the dorm. The plan was that I would spend the night with her while John stayed home and did some work around the house.
I helped Johanna move her things in and then we went out to dinner. Afterwards we headed back to campus. Johanna ran into some freinds she knew from high school who were also starting school there. They invited her to a party.
Part of me wanted to tell her no and that we should go back to the dorm. By she was an adult now and I felt that I needed to trust that we raised her right and allow her to experience being on her own. So I said, "Honey, why don't you go?"
"But what about you mom?"
"I think I'll head back to Denver. You're too old to have your mom staying with you."
"Are you sure? It's late."
"No, it's not yet 10. I think I'll surprise your dad." I winked.
We hugged each and said goodbye and I left her with her friends and began the long drive back home.
I drove up to the house around 11:30 PM. All the lights were off except for the upstairs bedroom window. And there was a strange car in the driveway.
I felt immediately suspicious. I turned off my headlights as I pulled into the driveway. I quietly got out of the car and pushed the door closed as silently as I could. I went to the front door and tried the knob. It was unlocked.
I opened the door as quietly as I could and stepped inside. I stood in the foyer of our house listening. At first I didn't understand what I was hearing. Then I couldn't believe it...
Next post: The Hard Truth
I helped Johanna move her things in and then we went out to dinner. Afterwards we headed back to campus. Johanna ran into some freinds she knew from high school who were also starting school there. They invited her to a party.
Part of me wanted to tell her no and that we should go back to the dorm. By she was an adult now and I felt that I needed to trust that we raised her right and allow her to experience being on her own. So I said, "Honey, why don't you go?"
"But what about you mom?"
"I think I'll head back to Denver. You're too old to have your mom staying with you."
"Are you sure? It's late."
"No, it's not yet 10. I think I'll surprise your dad." I winked.
We hugged each and said goodbye and I left her with her friends and began the long drive back home.
I drove up to the house around 11:30 PM. All the lights were off except for the upstairs bedroom window. And there was a strange car in the driveway.
I felt immediately suspicious. I turned off my headlights as I pulled into the driveway. I quietly got out of the car and pushed the door closed as silently as I could. I went to the front door and tried the knob. It was unlocked.
I opened the door as quietly as I could and stepped inside. I stood in the foyer of our house listening. At first I didn't understand what I was hearing. Then I couldn't believe it...
Next post: The Hard Truth
Back in circulation
My name is Diana and I'm a 45 year old recently separated woman living in Denver, Colorado. The purpose of this blog is to chronicle my adventures back on the dating scene. I will be sharing all of the intimate details as I met new men here in the mile high city.
When I say all the intimate details I mean exactly that; which is why this blog is marked for adult content. I intend to give you the complete play-by-play as I meet guys, lots of guys, and release years of pent-up inhibitions.
Why am I doing this? To understand that you'll need to know a little about me and how I became to be recently separated.
My soon-to-be ex-husband, John, and I were high school sweethearts. He was my first and I remained faithful to him for 28 years. We had a wonderful marriage (so I thought) and two great kids. Tom is 24 and newly married himself. Our daughter Johanna is an 18 year-old college freshman.
In fact it was when I took her up to college that the trouble all began. I'll tell you all about it in my next post.
When I say all the intimate details I mean exactly that; which is why this blog is marked for adult content. I intend to give you the complete play-by-play as I meet guys, lots of guys, and release years of pent-up inhibitions.
Why am I doing this? To understand that you'll need to know a little about me and how I became to be recently separated.
My soon-to-be ex-husband, John, and I were high school sweethearts. He was my first and I remained faithful to him for 28 years. We had a wonderful marriage (so I thought) and two great kids. Tom is 24 and newly married himself. Our daughter Johanna is an 18 year-old college freshman.
In fact it was when I took her up to college that the trouble all began. I'll tell you all about it in my next post.
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