a happily married woman flirts with Fred

I'm happily married with a husband who loves me very much and treats me very well. He is working very hard and doing well enough so I don't have to work but can be a mother and lady of leisure at home. If I have the luxury of being a bit bored, or if Tom is too tired to play, I shouldn't complain. And I don't complain. But that's not enough. I shouldn't be thinking of other men when I'm masturbating. That's really ungrateful. I shouldn't be attracted to other men I meet and I shouldn't look at them in a sexual way,  but I do all these. I enjoy being noticed by other men. It's exciting and enjoyable. I've tried meditation, exercise, and cold showers, but every now and then, I'm burning with desire to be touched , stroked, caressed, grabbed and taken, and penetrated by a man. I'm highly sexed and I like adventure, novelty, variety, playfulness.

Fred has all of these, so  I'm meeting him for dinner when my husband is away on a conference, while he is working hard so I can stay at home with baby and be relaxed and fresh . It's totally wrong. I'm don't deserve Tom. I'm just a low down low class slut from a broken family whic ant study and whose only redeeming feature is her looks. I was probably a willing whore and a happy hooker in my past life who got so very lucky in this present reincarnation.

So why am I looking forward to meet Fred so much? I've brought Tim with the maid to my in laws flat nearby and now I'm back in my room changing. I can't decide what to wear. I want Fred to look at me and admire me like before. I'm using his favorite floral perfume from L'occitane and his favorite light pink lip gloss. I apply mascara to my lashes. I decide I want him to desire me. My breasts are much bigger now because of my breastfeeding so I want to show them off. I matched a push up bra with a drapy light white cotton  sleeveless blouse with black prints. The blouse has a zipper front, and I pull it down half way to show some breast. The mini skirt is barely mid thigh and I wear a three inch black heels and a narrow black choker. I'm barely finished when the door bell rings.

Hi Stuly! You look as pretty as before! Fred rewards my preparation. He gives me the once over look and inhales loudly,  but returns his gaze to my face and exclaims, but sexier than before! I smile widely and  look at his rugged tanned face, taking in his long sleeved shirt with rolled up sleeves and denim jeans. You look good too, and trim as ever! He steps in close to me and gives me a warm hug. I feel his strong arms round my waist and I feel attracted once again. Fred continues, It's so good to see you again, I really miss you, and your smile. Really? I thought you'd be chasing some cute  young chick soon after I left you. Fred held my bare shoulder with his warm hand, looked me in the eye, and said seriously, yes, I fooled around when I was young, but you are my first after I got married, and you will be the last, because nobody can be better than you. I'm so happy I gave him a very broad and warm smile, I missed you very much too, i said, if only.... but Tom treats me really well and I'm very happy. He gave me  another hug, a longer one, and it felt good. I didn't want the hug to end.

I get you a drink? Waters fine. I give him his drink and sit down next to him on the sofa. I like your flat, he says, just like in your old flat, I always feel very comfortable in your home. I get a flashback of the many afternoon delights we enjoyed in my bedroom on my bed in my old home. How come we are so cold and distant now? Great, I said, many things need to be improved but I've not gotten down to it because of Tim. I suddenly become very aware we are a man and a woman alone together in a private room and I feel his maleness very strongly. It's a quiet moment. We look at each other.

How have you been? He spoke warmly and very tenderly to me and closed the distance between us with 4 short words. I've been very lucky, Tom is good to me, and then there is Tim, I don't think I'm a very concerned mother, but he keeps me busy. How about you? You ok? Biz is bad, but I can retire off the rent from my few properties, you know, you used to help me with the leasing. Kids are very independent now, and my wife is as busy as ever with her high profile corporate job. We are a bit closer after you left but nothing great....

You should try and patch up with your wife better. After all, it wasn't only the kids that tied you down right? You cared enough for them to not want to hurt any of them. That's why today I'm with Tom and not with you. So what's the point if you don't make up? Fred replied, frowning, you're right of course, but she's very hard. It's the ruthless and cynical world of finance that makes her so. I wish she would change to a lighter job. Every time we have a smooth patch and our relationship is building up, she will spoil it all by going berserk over little things, threaten divorce, and reset us back to zero again. She is never wrong, whereas with you, no matter how bitter our fights, it's never the end of us,  and you don't threaten a breakup, you are in tears and feeling helpless in your anger and then I think of your father leaving you as a child, and then I feel bad for you and then I want to make up. The difference is I see her as an ugly person when we fight and just trying to win whereas with you, I see someone just trying to fight for her rights to my time and attention, yet with a certain dignity, so you are actually attractive when we argue , because it shows  that you care a lot.

Really? I still look good frowning and with my makeup and mascara all smudged? I smiled. Yes, he smiled back broadly, and very sexy. Remember how so many if our fights ended up in bed because you look so desirable when you're so engaged. Really? I'm so angry that I always thought how could you still want to have sex. I thought you just wanted runaway from the problem, to distract me and to shut me up or to punish me, or to humiliate me, because the sex is always rough when you're angry.

No, Stuly, after fighting,I actually suddenly find you very desirable, and also I find  your hurting so pitiful that I want to soothe you. In fact, found it amazing that I could still have my way with you....Well, I replied, blushing, I took it that you  wanted to make up but like the brute caveman, you couldn't find the words to express it, so I let you. Why couldn't you have said those nice things you just said then? Maybe I would have been more willing to remain your  mistress and your no. 2. And why after a fight, there's so much oral sex, I thought you just wanted to stuff my mouth with your cock to shut me up, I giggled as I said this. Not really, but that's a good idea, it's just that when We argue, I look at your face a lot, and when decide I don't want you to hurt anymore, I keep looking at your lips as you talk, and I remember how much pleasure they can give. I laughed, remembering his expressive groans as I worked studiously on his cock with my lips and tongue and fingers. You know I love rough sex, I replied, so I enjoyed our angry sex very much. I always cum and the furious face fucking and the breathless deep throating I receive always turned me on. I didn't get enough rough sex then and now I don't get any at all. Maybe I should have made you angry more often.

It's not too late, Fred teased, let me make you angry now. I laughed and looked him in the eye fondly, and flashed at quick glance down on his crotch, he had a very obvious erection tenting his jeans. Don't tell me you aren't getting enough sex from your wife, I asked, pointing at Fred's erection. No, he said, and even when I do , I'm still imagining it's you I'm fucking. That's no good! I said, it's been two years already since we broke up. Don't do this. Fred said, its your fault partially, because sex with you is so much more fun than with my wife, I missed having sex with you so much. How about you? How's sex with Tom? (I'm used to telling Fred about my sexual adventures when we were having an open relationship as he wouldn't marry me and I needed to see if I could find someone else). Not so good. Boring but sweet. Nothing compared to you, I can't help comparing when you're such a good lover. But I usually don't think about you when I am having sex with Tom, and nowadays even when I'm masturbating except this afternoon...Toms been away and you called right when I was rubbing my clit, and after your call, I couldn't help thinking of our massage sex together when I continued masturbating. Does that make you happy?

Yes. Very, Fred replied. Think of me more when you're masturbating. Yes, in fact, why not call me for some dirty talk while you masturbate? Noooooo.. I can't do that. That would be unfair to Tom. Yes, tempting but unfair, besides you know I can't control myself once I get started and you will take take advantage and I'll probably end up going all the way. No. unless Tom divorces me, then you will get your no strings attached sex from me again. I love you fucking me and I still find you very attractive but I can't do this to Tom...Is Tom thinking of divorcing you, Fred asked? No, not in any way at the moment, but I've been pretending to be his angelic wife, and he's very religious and conservative, and when he finds out about my sexual past and what I'm really like, when he finds out that I'm just a low down  lusty slut with a cunt for a brain, and all the dirty things I've enjoyed being done to me by so many men, I'm very afraid he will find me disgusting and unacceptable....

To be continued.

Masturbating with Fred in mind (part2)

im now on my bed rubbing my clitoris and my breast and thinking of Fred. I pretend it's Fred's hands on my clitoris and imagine his naked body and his throbbing cock. I'm so wet I don't resist when Fred opens my legs and and starts finger fucking me. He takes my hand and puts it on his cock and pumps my hand up and down. I resist but he keeps finger fucking me and on the fourth try I'm so horny, I start to massage his cock. He stops and walks over to the head of the massage bed and starts massaging my breasts. His cock and balls is just above my head, tantalizing me. I push my self past the edge of the bed so I can bend my head backwards and now my opened mouth is ready to receive his cock. He obliges me. I love the rubbery feel of his glans as it glides past my lips and onto my tongue. I like the feel of his shaft rubbing in and out of my lips with a deep slow stroke. I can see the bottom of his cock and his balls and it excites me very much.

I take out my dildo vibrators from my secret locked drawer and suck one of them, thinking of how Fred's cock looked like. Then I take another vibrator and put it deep inside my vagina. It has a clitoral stimulator and the base has ball bearings that rotate. I turn it in and tie it over my neck with the attached strings, now I pretend that Fred is fucking my mouth whilst the Thai masseur is fucking my cunt. I can feel the Thai masseur's thick cock stretching and sliding and and out through the lips of my vagina. He fucks me with long strokes with a twist the end as he rams it home. Then he withdraws it till his rubbery head almost pops out and it rubs and stretches against my inner lips before he slides in again. The feeling is great and my body soon gyrates in rhythm as I try to to time my pelvic thrusts upwards to meet him as hewithdraws and come slamming in. I finger myself as he fucks me. Within minutes I cum long and hard and I imagine both of them cumming in my cunt and mouth at the same time. The pleasure is so intense and it's a very long orgasm.  I'm completely relaxed and satisfied.

It's been a few months since I had such an intense and pleasurable  orgasm because I've been trying to remain faithful to Tom. I've been undone by a phone call from Fred that unfortunately came when I was masturbating. I didn't mean to cheat. But I haven't done anything, it's just a fantasy so I've not really been unfaithful, right ?

I'm going to meet Fred for dinner. I changed my mind about my dress. I decided to wear a short miniskirt and high heels just for the excitement.p of flirting a bit. But I'm not going to be unfaithful.

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a masturbation that went astray with a masseur

Tom, my husband, is away on conference again for a fortnight. He's been away a week but I can't wait another week to be in his arms again. I tried to talk him into phone sex and he tried to oblige me a bit but he wasn't keen or was too tired or too busy. After he hung up, I felt my whole skin burning with the desire to be touched and caressed. I am sitting on the bed and I was wearing a slightly short night gown and I put my hand between my legs and touched myself within my slit. When I took my hand up to see, my fingers were covered with a sticky slimy clear mucuswhich stretched between my fingers. I get wet easily and have never been too dry to have sex.
I took Toms photo from my bedside table with one hand and started rubbing my slit through my panties and thinking of his cock sliding in and out of me from behind while we lie sideways on the bed. I took off my bra and pulled off my silky neglige. I put his photo down. With one hand, I cupped my breast and gently rolled my nipple the way Tom does for me when I ask him to. With my other hand, I pull my g string aside (I always dress sexily in an understated way as Tom doesn't like slutty), and start to rub my clitoris in a very gentle, circular motion until I'm thoroughly soaked with juices and my nipples are erect.i got very aroused, and my hand on my nipple starts to squeeze and grab  my breast as well as roam all over my body. I close my eyes and think of Tom naked, skin against my skin. The pleasure radiates from my clitoris to my whole body. I writhe and rub myself against the smooth bedsheets. I let our little mews and sighs of pleasure, and arch and gyrate my body.  I turn sideways so I can enjoy seeing myself masturbate in the large mirror. I've masturbated myself to orgasm this way many times. It's often more physically pleasurable than having sex with Tom himself but I still rather be in Toms arms.

Today, however, as I was tensing up to my orgasm, the phone rang. Hello Stuly, how have you been? It was Fred, my ex lover of many years. Hiiii! I'm fine, I'm feeling good, long time no hear from you, how's everything with you, I gushed with deep feeling. You ok? Oh sure, Fred replied, I've got a bit of a lull in the shopping business, same as everyone else, but I'm ok, don't have to close shop yet but heartless landlord wants to raise rent. So I'm quite free and thought why not catch up with my baby Stuly. It's like less than once a year? The last I saw you was at your baby one month celebration and before that was your wedding. Yes! I said happily, happy to hear Fred's voice again, we did promise to remain friends forever and meet up once a year and we should, it's due, just that I've been so focused on doing up my home and then my baby came, so busy,  and getting used to living with Tom and to in laws.....How about this evening? Fred asked. Dinner? Sure, if I can get my mum or Toms mum to babysit. Most likely can. It's a good time because I've stopped working and Toms not in town. Six? Fred asked. I'll pick you up from your home or wherever you are then. Yes, I said, from my home, but let me pay just this once, please? Since business is bad for you. I know you can afford, but let me pay for good luck to you. Ok ok, my baby has grown up into a wonderful woman in front of my eyes, Fred laughed, why did I ever let you go? I should have been selfish and strung you along as my mistress forever. Yes, why didn't you? I didn't ask for anything from you, you know, (I hardened as i was suddenly stirred deep inside my heart, it's hard to remain casual as  friends with an ex lover). Why didn't you finish what you started?

After he hung up, i paused in reminiscence of my ex, then decided what I was going to wear, something in between. Something discrete as befits a married woman, and yet show a bit of shoulder, neck and thigh. I've a sleeveless yellow dress that's mid thigh length but sexy as the elasticity of the material helps in hugging the curves of my breasts, waist and butt.


I lay down and went back to masturbating but now I couldn't keep Tom in my sexual fantasy. Fred's face kept coming up instead. I couldn't cum. I surrendered to the images and memories of exciting sex with Fred that flooded back easily.......so many years ago, we were role playing one of his sexual
fantasies y, Fred's so playful and inventive when it came to sex. We were in our love apartment and  I
had just told him how my gang of girls had gone to Bangkok and watched a duck show, not one about ducks but with hunky male models performing a strip tease. We were very young and wild then. After that, we signed up for an expensive massage, and one of us actually went all the way with the handsomest. My masseur was quite attractive too and I let him strip me completely and massage my breasts and buttocks and let him come very close to my slit but when he touched my clitoris, I chickened out and grabbed his wrist and said no even though I was dripping wet. When my friend told me she had had sex, I kind of regretted not having an adventure story to tell more than regret not having let the very muscular man fuck me. So when I told Fred about the adventure, I made it more exciting but didn't want to tell Fred anymore to keep him intrigued. I lied that he was only wearing swimming trunks and  that I got a chance to feel his hard six pack abds. I lied that I could see the masseurs huge rock hard erection poking above his trunks and that I let him stroke my clitoris till I was soaking wet, and after that 'it's too embarrassing, I'm not telling you anymore!'

After that, I ran and Fred chased me down but I refused to tell him to this day. He caught me at the sofa and made me kneel while he fucked me hard afrom behind, slapping my butt and scolding me in mock anger, Tell me you low class slut, did you get fucked by the masseur? In between moans of pain and pleasure, i replied, what do you prefer me to be? That's what I'll be but I'm not telling you what happened. He grabbed me by the hair and forced me down and throat fucked me so hard I couldn't breathe and almost fainted. But no matter how breathless he made me, when he pulled back to let me have air, I refused, absolutely refused to let him know whether or not I got fucked. Fred made me kneel down again saying that he needs to inflict more pain to force me to confess. I'm going to rip your anus unless you confess, he threatened. No! Please! I'll confess. I'll say anything you want me to, ipleaded.  I used my hands to pull my butt apart to stretch my anus bigger so it won't hurt. It's too tight Fred, something will rip! Fred pierced me painfully and started to pump me. It was so tight, I screamed in pain. No! Please no! I'll talk! Sometimes I'll say I got fucked, sometimes ill say I chickened out. Fred's cock was much harder when I said I got screwed, so I finally said I'm sorry , I couldn't help myself. After the masseur licked my pussy I became putty for him to do with as he liked and I spent the rest of my holiday being his sex slave. With that, Fred came in hard and long into my soaking cunt.

I'm all wet now, thinking of Fred, I know it's wrong but just a little bit of fantasy won't hurt, right? .So in our role play sex, Fred often likes to act as the Thai masseur I encountered in Bangkok. Once we booked a wonderful massage couple spa at the rooftop of Changi Meriden hotel. It's got two massage beds but there's an outdoor jacuzzi overlooking changi point where we can enjoy thebpview naked but can't be seen. We tell the masseuses they are not needed and we have two hours alone. He wants to be the masseur who seduced me into sex. .i pretend that I'm holidaying with fred and he's in
the hotel room reading not realizing I'm going to be seduced by a he man with a gorgeous muscular body to die for (not too thick, I prefer lean men). He's only wearing a g string and he's tanned and showing off his abds. After the usual face down massage, I'm asked to remove my bra so he can do my back. His hands go up and down the side of my breasts. He does this standing at the head of the bed so his erect cock is very near my head. Then he goes to my legs and soon Fred's hands are on my butt and massaging hard. His hands creep up and spread my legs apart. No please don't, I said, my boyfriend is in the hotel. Don't worry, Fred said, ive locked the door so he won't find out. It's wring I
said, but made no effort to close my legs. Fred massaged my legs starting with my ankles and calves to thigh and now he was rubbing up against  my crotch. He dipped into my slit and starting to rub up and down. I moaned softly.

Turn around Fred commanded. I turned to face the ceiling with my eyes closed. Fred massaged my naked breasts and twisted my nipples till they were hard and erect. Then he massaged from my calves to my thighs and finally to be slit, getting nearer and nearer till his fingers touched my clitoris. I put my hand on his and said  No! It's not  right, but Fred, kept stroking my clitoris. Each time I would let him and rub a little longer before asking him to stop. Stop, Fred, please? It's wrong . But Fred kept going at my clitoris till the pleasure was intense enough for me to start gently moaning and writhing.fred pulled my legs apart and I didn't resist but said No, Fred, please don't. He starting gently finger fucking me over my uselesss protests. Soon it was an all out three finger attack on my pussy and I was doing pelvic thrusts to meet his pumps. I had been conquered by my masseur.

To be continued.

Angry sex

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Just read this on Kinkly. A woman shares her feeling about sex when her partner is angry with her.

I've had quite a few angry quarrels that ended with my lover punishing me by using me as his sex toy. One was a brutal rape that ended with me surrendering with an orgasm and getting called a slut for being able to have one while being raped. On other occasions it was just mental coercion into demeaning sex, whippings, beatings, humiliation, punishment, bondage and submission? It's a complex emotion. When my lover is very very angry with me, it also means he is very passionate about me, his connection to me is total. I like that 100 percent focus on me, except that I wish he was just as passionate when he is very pleased with me. If I'm to blame to some extent, I somehow internalize his anger and take his side. Some sort of sexual Stockholm syndrome. I get angry with myself and part of me wants to help him to punish me. I empathize with his anger and want to help him get his revenge. I hate myself the way he hates me. I'm just wired that way. Sometimes, I've won the battle of words but my lover refuses to give in and wins by dominating me sexually and forcing me to retract. The best way to shut my mouth is with his cock and with his semen all over my face, his victory is complete, but my feminine nature is to submit and lose out completely. I even cum sometimes but am sexually aroused by my degradation often. This is totally at odds with my personality in public when I can be very hot tempered and uncompromising.

Car sex with Fred

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I'm excited by raw sex without love

Yes, Fred and I realized I get turned on by raw sex without love. One of our favorite foreplay dirty talking is to for him to say he just wants to fuck my sexy body alone, and that he doesn't care for me at all. This would make a lot of women angry and turn them off sex but for me, it has the opposite effect. I get aroused by the idea that my man is so superior to me that he can take and conquer me sexually without having to say nice things to me..

Fred likes to make me feel like his sex slave by drawing on my body. He would write words "slut " and "whore " or "Fred's sex slave" or "I worship Fred's cock" over my buttocks and breasts and my groin and  I'm not allowed to erase them. Wearing these words on my body the whole day made me very horny for him. Sometimes he would draw a cock and balls on my breast or my buttock. Once he even drew one between my breasts and made me wear a low cut dress. It was so embarrassing and yet so stimulating.

 Ill always remember one memorable day in Bali on one of our many trips abroad. We rented a  beautiful villa high up on a slope overlooking the beach. There was a private pool and a an open pavilion with two massage beds overlooking the ocean. Once we had settled down and unpacked, Fred sent the villa attendants off so we were all alone with privacy and yet open to the sky and sea. Fred grabbed me in the living room and we were kissing and tongueing and his hands were all over me, grabbing my buttocks and breasts. Soon I was completely stripped by him and we were both lying naked except for my high heels on the carpet  in the middle of the living room floor. He tied my hands behind my back which I love. He took up a fine permanent marker and started drawing and writing on my breasts. Soon both my breasts were covered with sexy writings and erotic  drawings like "I fucked Fred in Bali " or "this body belongs to Fred" and there were drawings like kamasutra, of a man and a woman in all positions. There were even a couple of drawings of a woman being fucked by three men, and drawings of a woman tied up. The drawings went to my belly and to my buttocks. Fred is a good drawer and By the time he was done, I was like a bitch in heat.

He took out my vibrator penis Mr Blue and put it deep inside my vagina secured it with strings around my neck. He also tied my breasts with rope so they  bulged forwards and looked bigger. That turns me on. Then he applied nipple clamps to my nipples. When he turned on the vibrating dildo, i was so excited, I started to gyrate and twist my bidy and moan in pleasure. He  started to bite me all over leaving love bites all over my neck and upper chest. And both breasts were also covered with love bites. So was my belly and my buttocks. I was so excited, within ten minutes I groaned "Im
going to cum!.." He stopped immediately and switched off Mr Blue,  and made me kneel up to suck
his cock which I did with gusto hungrily and with slurping sounds and saliva drooling down my lips. My hand was still tied behind my back so I couldn't use my hands but I coudknt get enough of his cock so I started to do strokes like mouth fucking, withdrawing until only the tip is in my mouth and swirling my tongue around the groove under his glans head, and the sliding my lips round his shaft until I was as deep as I could and then withdrawing back, up and down. When he started to stiffen and his balls began to contract, I withdrew and stopped.

He pulled the rope round my neck to drag me off my knees to my feet so we were standing very closely face to face and looking at each other's eyes breathless with lust and pleasure for a long minute. "How do you want me?" he began his usual domination talk which he had written for us . " I want every inch of you deep inside me, in my mouth, in my cunt, and in my anus...." I began my declaration of total submission to him, something that's what I feel is the ultimate in sex, " I want you with my heart and soul and from the depths of my cunt. I want you to penetrate me deeply, possess my body completely and fuck me until I lose myself totally with no hope of rescue."

"Beg me if you want me" he commanded. "Please let me be the one who has the privilege of being your sex slave and whore today. Please use my mind and body to pleasure yourself. Let me have the
great honor of having your cock in my body" I recited the words which made his cock harden and twitch against my belly and which also made me ooze cunt juice.

"Do you love me?" I asked. " No! I only want to use you and your body for my sexual pleasure only  as long as you interest me. When you no longer excite me, I will leave you." My nipples erected with this answer. I Can't help being aroused by a man who only wants me for sex. "You are to make yourself into my dream sex toy and doll as much as you can." I replied, " yes Fred, my love for you is free and comes with no strings attached. I love it when you are so manly and so strong, you can make cunts like me do anything you want. I need you inside me, between my legs. Please fuck me hard now. Take me. Use me. Cum inside me."

"Pleasure me first, " he commanded. Fred sat down in the sofa with a grand view of the ocean throug the French windows. He untied my hands and Mr Blue from my cunt. I knelt by his side me and started sucking his cock head and pumping his shaft. He put his hands behind my buttocks and started stroking my slit and clit. When I saw his cock stiffen and his balls rhythm change I would stop and knead the head of his cock firmly with my thumb to discourage his cumming. But before he relaxed I would start licking and sucking and pumping his shaft again. Whe I almost ready to cum, I would grunt and moan, and he would stop fingering my cunt.

After an hour of keeping both of us on the plateau of the edge of almost cumming but not yet, Fred said, " I'll cum now." I doubled my licking and sucking and nibbling of his cock and pumoed his shaft hard with my delicate hands. Soon he was arching his back and tensing his whole body. "Take my sperm!" He cried out as he came in my mouth. I took his cock out to spray his cum all over my face because Fred likes it. Then I looked at him as I showed him I swallowing his cum and licked my lips for cum several times. Then, without wiping the cum off my face, I leaned back on the sofa and started masturbatung myself. Fred whipped out his camera to video me. I grabbed Mr Blue and switched him on I and pumped my vagina with it, pressing the base against my clitoris, until I came with little moans and groans with grimacing for the benefit of Fred who likes to watch me masturbate and watch my face as I cum.

Sexual imprinting

Why do I like sex so much and why do I like abusive submissive rough sex with men who don't care for me? I figured it was because of all the porn vcds my father left behind after he deserted us for another woman. He didn't support us at all, and with my mum working two jobs, I was a latchkey child left to myself, and his legacy to me is a mind filled with the images of huge cocks pumping into lips and cunts and the women enjoying it. I feel what turns me on in sex is decided by the ideas that my parents and my upbringing when I was a child. And since I had practically no parental advice, all I had were the stash of porn videos, magazines, and blue books from my father. I was sexually imprinted at a vulnerable age by porn.

The good thing for me is that I actually enjoy doing what my lovers want from me, and I've had a very satisfying sex life as far as the sex is concerned. I actually hear the men comparing me favorably with their wives or girlfriends as I would do much more for them. After learning the ropes with my first boyfriend, I've had lots of compliments and very few complaints on my performance as a lover. In fact, I pay close attention to what my lovers want, and I'm always trying to get better at my bedroom techniques as well as acting provocatively. I'm try to get better at saying  what my lovers want to hear.

It is the time out of bed that is not good because I get attracted to men who just want to use me for sex and to feed their ego. I am sexually attracted to all the wrong men and I can't help it. I'm much more turned on by men who lust for me sexually and hunt me as a sexual prey, than by men who respect me too much and are content holding my hand. Even my husband Tom telling me he loves me during sex is sweet, but doesn't get me going. I get very wet when my man is pulling my hair and pumping me roughly from behind and asking me to "move your ass, you cunt!"after which I would gyrate my ass more.  I respect such a man more somehow, maybe because he doesn't need my love, and maybe I have an inferiority complex, feeling that because he is so high above me, I am not good enough to deserve his love anyway, I should be very honored just to have him being willing to fuck me. I remember once asking Fred, " do you love me Fred?" Inside his boutique, on our love sofa. We had closed the shop, and we were seated facing each other with my hand pumping his cock, and his
hand in my clit while we kissed. "I love the way you fuck" was his reply. "But do you love me as a person?" I asked. " I love the way you can completely surrender yourself to me when I'm screwing you" he said. " Do you love me when we aren't having sex?" I persisted. " I love you much more when my cock is inside you!" Fred teased. He could feel me getting wetter as he was finger fucking me, and knew I liked his answers. "Don't talk of love" he said, " I just like fucking your brains out." His answers made me so horny, I mounted him on the sofa and placed his hands on my breasts as I murmured, " yes, please fuck my brains out!" I was oozing fluid all over his groin and I had an womderfully intense orgasm. After that, Fred knew I like pure sex rather than love and that I really enjoyed his dirty talking during sex. It's terrible but for me, sex is much better with men who only want sex from me. I think subconsciously, I feel that I'm not good enough to be loved, and don't expect my lovers to love me. In fact if they respected me too much, maybe they weren't good enough for me. i get turned on by men who think of me as a bimbo to impress for an easy fuck.

Sometimes I just want to spend time together as a couple doing ordinary things but I don't get much of it after my first boyfriend John. It was sex and sex and sex until Tom came around. He liked watching movies and holding hands and even shopping with me. I didn't enjoy sex with him but until we planned to get married I was still getting some wild sex in the side. Sigh, I can't seem to get the best of both love and sex.

Park bench sex with stranger

We continued to stand close together like lovers with his arms on my waist and his groin pressed against my back, and my hands still pressed back against his thighs . After he came, he became soft but I was still burning with desire from two weeks of tittilation by Fred and now this, so I didn't pull away despite being in public. "Can you walk me home ?" I heard myself saying,"it's dark and dangerous and I'm afraid to walk through the park alone."  I turned my head and look at him as I said this. "Yes, sure, of course I will," he replied.  So when my stop came, I grabbed his hand and pulled him along. I didn't want to chat, I just wanted to finish off the adventure. We took the feeder bus and sat at the back together. I didn't talk, I put my hand round his neck and starting kissing him on the lips. We frenched until we reached the park. Actually,my house was one stop before the park, but I needed an excuse to walk through the park which was not well lit at night and very dark at certain places. I took his hand and led him straight to my favorite park bench. There were no lights overhead, and it was among the darkest spots in the park. It was at this very same special park bench where I
had lost my viriginity a decade ago, where I had led Randy, the taxi driver, for a revenge fuck, where

I first had sex with Fred etc.

This special place near my home makes me relaxed and helps me get into the mood for sex. If someone is a potential, i often bring him here and start there. We sat down side by side and I continued our kissing. He had one hand round my waist and one on my breast. I felt his cock, it was still soft but stirred a bit. I massaged hsi cock through his trousers. He put his hands under my blouse and removed my bra. He pulled my blouse up and starting kissing and sucking my breast and nipples whilst he kneaded the other nipple with his fingers. I arched my back with desire and moaned with pleasure. He got harder when he saw the glazed lust in my eyes. I pulled his shorts and underwear down and started rubbing his the shaft of his cock up and down. He was now erect and almost hard. I bent down next to him and starting licking and sucking the tip of his cock whilst I pumped his shaft up and down with my hand. I'm short, so he could reach around my butt, and started to finger fuck my very wet cunt. I sucked and pumped him until he was rock hard and ready.

He made me stop and sit up. He kissed me whilst his hand went between my legs and he played and rubbed my clitoris. Like every other man, he was too rough. I guess my clitoris is much more sensitive than other women's. I didn't say anything but I took his hand and guided his finger to my clitoris and showed him the delicate gentle rotary movements that I like. I let him kiss and masturbate me until I was almost coming. I was still pumping his shaft to keep it hard.

When I was ready, I stood up on my three inch heels, and sat down on his hard cock with my back to him. I put my manicured fingers on his bare thighs, and gyrating my ass slowly on the glans of penis, angled his cock smoothly into my cunt. I went down all the way to the hilt with a sigh of pleasure, and using my heeled legs and supported by my hands upon his thighs, I started to pump myself up and down the length of hsi cock. Standing until almost the full length is out and the sitting down all the way. He pinched one nipple with one hand and rubbed my clit with the other, so within five
minutes of vigorous strokes, I was ready to cum, but I wanted to prolong the pleasure so I stopped to change position. I turned around and knelt over him on the park bench with my arms over his shoulders and the sat down on his cock. He out his hands under my buttocks and help me lift off as well as massage my shapely ass at the same time. He kissed and sucked my nipples. It was so good, I started to moan and pump faster whilst I arched my back to push my breasts forwards towards his mouth. He started to take little bites of my flesh, and slap and pinch my buttocks. "Yes! That's nice" I whispered , so he started to bite and pinch me harder. The sensation of pain combined with the pleasure of the rubbing of his  thick hard cock along the rim and walls of my cunt, and the stretching and rubbing of my clitoris combined to give me an exquisite whole body pleasure sensation that resulted in a total and complete body wracking orgasm that went on for a few minutes. I couldn't help arching and moaning with pleasure.

After I came, he made me kneel on the bench with my elbows on the back of the bench whilst he stood up and fucked me from behind, doggy style until he came again. We sat down exhausted on the bench for several minutes before we started to cover up our nudity. He walked me back to the ground floor of my apartment but I didn't want him to come up. I was feeling very cheap and slutty and low class and shy. I thanked him for a most wonderful experience, and said I hope we could do it again. He passed me his card. He is a computer technician for both software and hardware.i told him I may need help with soft and hard problems, and whether I could use him. He said anytime......

                                   Xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx

So when my husband Tom gently rubbed against my butt in bed an I started gyrating against his cock, I couldn't help thinking and reliving that most memorable and sextifying one night stand with a stranger on a train and in a park. I confess that I was partly fucking him again in my mind, and partly fucking Tom, as my mind switched between fucking two different men.

End.

Train sex

Continued from previous post...

Well, I didn't call the police. I just kept quiet and still, but with my heart was pounding excitedly. I let this strange man rub his cock up and down my ass. Maybe it's because I was so horny because of Fred or maybe because I'm just a slut who can't control herself.

The man, when he realized I wasn't going to resist, got bolder and his pelvic thrusts became harder and longer. I know I shouldn't but I started to feel aroused and couldn't deny that the feel of his body was pleasurable. I enjoyed the feel his hairy thighs rubbing against the back of my thighs. I slowly stopped arching my body away from him. I allowed the train to rock me against him and didn't resist. In fact, I pretended that I couldn't control the swaying and rocking of the train and allowed more movement against his cock. I slowly, imperceptibly, began to slight gyrate my hips a bit and stick my ass out a little. After a while, I think he knew he had me because when the train jerked and I stumbled  on my three inch heels, his hands came up to support me at my waist. But he didn't let go of my waist after I was stabilized. I flicked my hair over my eyes and turned my head back to him to see what he looked like and I looked up at him through my long lashes and smiled shyly , "Thank you."  "You're welcome" he said in a ddeep manly voice that got me thrilled. " It's difficult to stand steady on my high heels," I complained , wanting to hear the voice of the cock that was plying my ass. "It's my pleasure to support you." He replied as he pulledthe back of my skirt up a bit so my bare butt was in contact with his shorts. With his hands on my waist and hips, he could now support me and pull me into his cock. I stepped my legs apart and bent forward a bit to give him access, and he bent down a bit and came up under me so I could feel the tip of his cock against my cunt lips. I turned back again to face him as he ground away at me, "hi!"  I smiled . I just needed to see his face, I didn't just want to have a faceless fuck. He smiled at me and we locked eyes as he pumped me. He pulled his shorts down with one hand, while I draped my skirt over him to hide him. Now I could feel his bare cock against my cunt lips. It wasn't possible to enter me without angling until people noticed so after a few tries, he contented himself with rubbing my labia with his cock. I was soaking wet and couldn't act coy anymore so I put my hands down to feel the front of his thighs as he pumped me. I looked back often to smile at him, and kept eye contact with himwhen he finally came with hot gushes of semen all over my g string, my skirt and down the inside of my thighs. He had that grimace and tense look of pleasure that I like to see on the face of the man when he's cumming.

He pulled up his shorts but now he had his hand between us and he was rubbing my slit from behind although he couldn't reach my clitoris. " I am getting off at the next stop" he said sadly. "Oh! So soon" I slipped. I wondered why he had to get off at the next stop. Why couldn't we stay longer. " I get off in another three stops," I replied breathlessly as he was rubbing me to ecstasy. " I'll stay with you till the end then." he understood me. Many people got off at his stop, so he had to take his hand away from me quickly, but we still stood close together like lovers, with his hands on my waist and his softening cock against my butt....

To be continued 

What goes through your mind when you are having sex?

Ive just had sex with Tom, my husband, and I asked him."what are you thinking of when we are having sex?"  He replied, " nothing much, I don't think. I just feel and react." When I press him, he says, " I feel your soft smooth skin, i see your beautiful body, your breasts, your buttocks, yes, I feel the pleasurable sensation of your vagina tight around my cock. I like you holding on to my body and pulling me closer or deeper. I like the soft sounds you make. I especially like the feel of my semen as it gushes through my urethra when i ejaculate. I don't know what else you want." "What did you think of just now when we are having sex" He asks. "Oh nothing, just like you I guess. Feeling, seeing and hearing the sensations of sex." I lied, even though I did have an orgasm.

Tom is so healthy mentally. When he makes love with me, he's there with me, one hundred percent. He's so simple and so direct and focused on what he is doing. I'm so different. We were both lying on our sides in bed, cuddled up spoon fashion, with my back to his front. He was tired after a long day, but I was fresh and  I was hoping to get some action from him. I was wearing my thin nightie without any underwear. I lie to him that I do it to prevent thrush but sometimes I do it to seduce him. I wriggle my back towards him a few times as though adjusting to a more comfortable position. I was really just grinding my butt against his cock, which happily became erect and hard. He stirred, aroused, so I wriggled a few more times innocently. He began to thrust his cock up and down my butt cleft, and I began to gyrate my butt. I could feel his warmth through my thin nightie and his thin boxers. Soon I felt Tom lift my nightgown up and the sensation became much more pleasurable when. I could feel the heat and the rubbery texture of his cock directly in contact against the skin of my buttocks. He had pulled his boxers down to expose his cock.

The swinging up and down rhythm of his pelvic thrusts against my ass reminded me of a torrid train ride on the MRT (mass rapid transit or subway) many years ago......when my lover Fred was training me to express my sexuality completely. He would make me go without orgasms for several sex sessions until I was begging him for sexual release. I wasn't allowed to masturbate to release my urges during these training periods. He would order me to dress very sexily to work and display myself in either low cut blouses or short skirts.

When I was very young, I had watched a lot of porn, and one theme that got to me was anonymous sex on the Japanese trains and subways. The scenes were too daring to be real and I never thought they could happen, but somehow, I don't know why, I found them arousing. Maybe it's because I took
so many boring train journeys. Anyway, as Tom plowed into me, his rhythm made me recall about a sexual adventure that happened because Fred was deliberately leaving me sexually frustrated and making me wear revealing clothing. I was on a tightly packed train during rush hour and everyone
was crushed together. There was no way I could move away from a man who was forced into my
back. I was wearing a miniskirt of a very thin material and a g string. The man behind me must have been wearing shorts of a thin material too because I could feel his cock pressing against my ass. It was pointed downwards but the swinging and rocking of the train meant that i couldn't prevent my butt from rubbing his cock back and forth,  and side to side. As he got erect, the cock began to poke forward into me firmly but I coudnt move an inch away from him. For a moment, I felt his hand against my buttocks but then his hand move away. Now I could feel that he had pulled his cock upright. It must have been painful for him.

I could feel his cock very well. I could tell that it was quite large and very, very hard. And I could feel the heat. And it fitted right into the groove between my buttocks. I could smell his manly smell close in. A sweaty but not unpleasant smell. After a while, maybe because I made no attempt to move away, on top of the side to side , and the back and forth rocking of the train, i detected a slight but definite up and down movement. He was thrusting his cock against me! So shocking! How dare he? Surely everyone will notice? I looked around me left and right but no one was looking, I had a brief
glimpse at his face, he was ok looking, Chinese, and of average build. In that one second, with my head turned and my eyes looking back at him, I sized him up to be pleasant looking.

It's all Fred's fault for having sex with me so many times the last fortnight without allowing me to cum, that I was highly receptive to this molestation. In another situation, I might well have reported this man to the police. And Fred's fault for making me wear such provocative clothes so as to attract
Unwanted  attention.......

To be continued..