It’s been awhile…

It has not been a long time since I’ve seen R, but it has been awhile since either of us has written. Our schedules our hectic, and neither of us seems to have the time to sit down and write a post, although we do talk about it.  I know I miss it. Not just writing about our experiences but also reading his thoughts. It was always such an erotic thing for me to write and read about our sexual adventures. I do wish we posted pictures too, we have them, but have kept them for ourselves.

So many things that I want to write about, but how many are appropriate for this blog, which has been labeled as a “sex” site and therefore I cannot access it at work. : )

Fun at the bar – HER perspective

So I have this bar. It’s sort of like my version of Cheers. Everyone knows my name and what I drink. They now know R too. We love to hang out there during the week, especially early afternoon, because there is no one there and we love it.

On this particular day we sat at the far end of the bar and I had brought in my netbook, he wanted to look at porn. So we did, enjoying the scenes together and picking our favorites. His favorite was of a man and a woman in the ocean, both naked, her on her knees with his cock in her mouth. Really, you couldn’t see anything, but it was quite erotic nonetheless. I think my favorite was of a man pulling the woman’s hair while he fucked her from behind. I love the hair pulling thing.

He was outrageously horny that day. Unbelievably so. He made many attempts to get his hand in my pants and make me cum right at the bar, which I refused to do. “This is my bar, I know these people”. He did not relent. The tables had turned. It was usually me trying to get him to let me get him off in public, but now I was the one saying no. I’m sure he was shocked, I never say no.

what will it be like?

I am separated and in the process of a divorce. R is too. We started this blog when we began our affair. Neither of us believed that the word “affair” quite fit our situation. To us, an affair is when a man or woman has sex with someone other than their spouse, then returns home to their spouse and continues to be married to that person, in all ways including physical.

But for us, we had both left our marriages sexually and emotionally, just biding our time until we could leave our marriages legally as well, when we set out separately to find something more. What we found was “us”.

Transcendent Sex – HER perspective

Have you ever had someone in your life that seemed to know exactly what you needed even when you didn’t? Not material items, like shoes, even though shoes are always a wonderful gift, but rather the emotional needs that you have; R has become this person in my life. Our connection emotionally, spiritually, and physically runs deep and cannot be denied. We have both tried to deny it at one time or another, tried to hold back our feelings, our wants, our desires for the other, but we couldn’t do it. Now we just are letting life happen to us. Allowing our connection to grow. The result has been has been amazing and translates into powerful emotions, meaningful conversations, and transcendent sex.

Following one of the most difficult days in my life that left me sobbing until my eyes were swollen and my face looked like a punching bag I reached out to R who was a great support through texts, phone calls, and chatting. But I longed for his arms around me, embracing me, as he told me everything would be alright. I didn’t have to wait long for this need to be met and very soon I was in his arms.

He held me as we talked and I vented about the difficulties I was facing. Then he asked me what I wanted to do. I wanted to be alone with him, to be naked with him, to communicate with him using my body. He did not resist. And upon entering the private space he began undressing me as I undressed him.

Longing for his touch – Her Perspective

I lie in bed alone, longing for R to be lying next to me. To have his naked body pressed against mine. We don’t have to be fucking, just to feel his touch, his kiss, his skin on mine would be enough. 

But then, if he were naked next to me, could I resist? Would I be able not to respond to his kisses on my neck? Could I resist the primal pull to move closer to smell his scent? This would be something I do not know until I try. Up until this point, I MUST be touching him at all times when in his presence. All the touches do not need to be sexually motivated, but there must be contact. 

I find the scent of his skin, the tone of his voice, the sarcasm of his speech, and the tingle of his touch intoxicating. I cannot get enough of it. I cannot get enough of him. He makes me smile when I don’t think I have a smile left inside of my body. He gets my jokes and sarcasm like no other. He knows my body as if he feels what I feel, knowing exactly what and how I want to be touched, licked, kissed, and fucked.

The time we spend together flies by, whether we are sharing a drink, chatting on a park bench, or fucking the hell out of one another. From the moment we part, I long for the next moment when I will see him again. The clock seems to stand still until that moment finally arrives.

I still get butterflies in my stomach before we meet. A little nervous about seeing him, but always full of excitement. Saying good-bye is torture, as we part, he always takes a piece of my heart with him.

Spontaneous Intimacy- Her Perspective

I love spontaneity. I love intimacy. Combining the two makes me a very happy woman.  We’ve had some adventures this week, not all of them have been sexual, but they have been adventures nonetheless. Wonderful adventures.

As we texted throughout the day as we often do, he mentioned a possibility for us to have some alone time in the evening. It wouldn’t be an ideal setting, as it often is not, but this just doesn’t matter. I jumped at the opportunity. These days, it feels like alone time for us is so infrequent that having the chance for twice in one week, well, a girl doesn’t say no to that.

I brought along toys and lube, but while driving there had the idea for a “cock only” day. He would only be allowed to use his cock to arouse me. No hands. No mouth. This would not limit me in any way and it would also give me more time with that beautiful cock!

Mmm…Last Night! – HER perspective

Mmm… last night.  I’ve stopped keeping track of the number of days that go by without having sex with R. It’s annoying and kind of painful. Our lives are so complicated and busy at times. I appreciate all of the moments that we share, but sometimes, I just really need his cock.

When I arrived he greeted me with a huge smile, looked me up and down, kissed me, and led me up the stairs. I wore, as he had requested, a skirt. I wore nothing under the skirt, which he did not specify, but I knew he implied. He has always known me in skirts but with the weather recently, skirts have been much more difficult. But yesterday, was warm.

Our kissing was urgent and passionate as his hand went up my skirt. He wanted to make me cum before we did anything more, but even though it felt great, I couldn’t cum. I wanted his mouth or his cock, something I had not had in too long of a time. I told him this and he had me sit on the counter. He pushed up my skirt and put his head between my legs. I was dripping wet and aching with need.

Left Wanting More – Her perspective

It has been a long time since we have been ALONE.  We find time to share our most intimate thoughts in person, text, and chat. And in person, at times we do feel alone, because as we have both said numerous times, the world fades when we are together. But the ability to strip our clothing off, be naked from head to toe, and lavish ourselves with the taste and feel of the other person’s body, has not happened in quite a while.

We find ways to meet our sexual needs. We use chat sex to bring the other to orgasm frequently. With the weather change, we have had to forfeit our blanket in the park and spend time driving in the car. In this manner, we are working to perfect our abilities at “road head” and “road hand”.

This meets our basic needs, but leaves us wanting more. More contact, more time together, more sex.

This week, I took some new pictures of myself for him. At first, I planned to just get a few nice shots of my naked, wet pussy. He has some from before, but not since I’ve started shaving myself completely. So it was time for an upgrade. As I started taking the pictures, I decided to use my hands to add to the fun. The pictures were making me aroused. Then I began using my vibrator, the pictures were getting even better. Soon, it was no longer a picture-taking session alone, but an intense session of masturbation that I captured on camera and later emailed to R. This was intensely gratifying for me. He seemed thrilled too. : )

Tonight we have plans to be alone. He has suggested with the beautiful weather that I may be able to wear a skirt. I plan to do this and lose the underwear as well. I love going commando under my skirt, especially when it means his hand will run up my thigh to test my wetness.

I have shaved my legs and my pussy to make sure I am nice and smooth and I will shower again before I see him. I fully intend to have his face buried between my legs for a significant amount of time tonight and I want to encourage this with my smooth skin and sweet smell. 

I have some other hopes for tonight. Perhaps something I’d like to try on him if he’ll let me. But this I will keep to myself for now.

How We Met – HER perspective

Tired and suffocating in my life, I began looking outside of my current situation for something, anything to help me stay afloat.  I answered a Craigslist ad in Casual Encounters. He didn’t attach a picture to his ad, but there was something about his intellect and wit that drew me in. The picture he did attach was of something that I later nicknamed him after. No, it was not a cock. I don’t answer ads with cocks attached. Not my style.

When I replied I told him I was married and about my situation.  I also attached my picture.  He replied that he liked the picture but that he couldn’t talk with me because I was married, a “no no” for him. I understood. I replied that “yes it’s morally wrong, that’s why I say it up front. Oh well. Best of luck to you”.

Sex in Inappropriate Places…HIS Perspective.

Due to circumstances beyond my control, I’ve been away from this blog for far longer than I’ve wanted to be. But I’m back. With a vengeance.

So you’ve read W’s post, Sex in Inappropriate Places? It’s all true. All of it. But you don’t know what was going through my mind, do you?

Read on to find out.