Cougar Erotica: Sexy Snowy Boston Fantasy

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Read Part 1 Here: Sexy Snowy Spring Day In Boston

There was so much I wanted to know. Was he dating anyone? How old was he? Was I the oldest woman he has been with? But all the questions muddled together in a wave of desire when I felt his hands running up the side of my body. His fingers just barely stroking my jeans and long sleeve tee.

“Please don’t stop, I….”

My back arched itself pressing my body toward his. My body was responding to him as if it had a life of its own. “Please don’t stop, I….” my words smothered by his smouldering kisses. I tipped my head back and followed his lead. My tongue tangled with his, each of us reaching, probing, tasting.

“Roll over,” he said smoothing the fleece next to him. I responded instantly. He had complete control of the moment and I was bewitched by him. “That’s my girl,” he said in a low whisper. The next thing I felt was him straddling my thighs and his hands squeezing my shoulders. His body weight held me in place.

“I don’t suppose you would like a little massage now would you?” He teased. “Mmmmmm…” was all I could manage. He smoothed my tee shirt working his way down my back with soft strokes. Goosebumps hit me in waves. Feeling his hands on my body through the pima cotton of my shirt made me squirm with delight.

I inhaled deeply, if he only knew.

He returned to my upper back and put his thumbs at the base of my head. Slowly he kneaded the tight sore muscles across my back and shoulders. “Ouch!” I said involuntarily. “You ok?” He asked stopping in place. “Oh yeah,” I giggled, “Hurts so good.” “OK, let me work it out.” He said leaning his thumbs into the knot.

“Tough day?” He whispered as he worked his strong fingers up and down the muscles on either side of my spine. I inhaled deeply, if he only knew. Instead I purred, “Better now!” Thanks to the wine and his intuitive touch, my body was melting like butter on a hot steaming buttermilk biscuit.

As if reading my mind, he began to stroke my sides, fingers just skimming the sides of my breasts again. I couldn’t control the shivers that told him all he needed to know. He slid to the side and gently kneaded down the back of each thigh. My hips began to move and I moved my legs apart to get more comfortable.

He responded with nips and bites.

He started with my right leg and began squeezing just above my knee…both hands wrapped around my leg. Slowly he moved his hands up my thigh until his hands squeezed right at the crease of my bum, his fingers brushing tantalizingly close to my lady bits.

I couldn’t help the small moans and cries that were bubbling up out of me. He was making me feel better than I knew I could feel. I felt an orgasm coming. I was so hungry for release that my body began to buck under his touch.

Sensing my need, Steve rolled me over and pulled me close. He began to kiss me, my lips swollen with desire opened and pulled his tongue into my mouth. He responded with nips and bites. I squealed with delight. He laughed and kissed me harder. I couldn’t get enough.

I could barely breathe.

He ran his hand down the center of my body, between my breasts and slowly approached my legs. I lifted my hips to meet him. I wanted him to touch me. I wanted his hand on me. I reached to push his hand to my now damp panties. He said, “Not yet, not yet,” taking my hand and wrapping my arm around his neck.

He then slipped his hand under my shirt and crept up toward my belly. Soon I felt his hand on my naked breast, kneading my nipple with just the right pressure. “Yes. Yes. Yes.” I gasped. I could barely breathe.

Deep heaving pants took the place of my words and my orgasm took over. Shivering and convulsing, wave after delicious wave washed over me.

“Baby, Baby” I gasped as he held me tight, leg between my legs and holding my ladybits in a mesmerizing grip of pleasure.

“Take it in baby,” he whispered. “You deserve this.  Take it in.”

My breathing started to slow down and I melted into his arms.  A tear formed on my cheek as he stroked my hair and held me.  “Shhhh, shhhhh,” I heard.

“A real shame that snow storm cancelled my flight,” he laughed slowly, letting me sit up and reach for my wine.

“Yeah,” I grinned back…”Dirty rotten shame. And we have all night.”

To Be Continued – I know, I am such a tease, right?

OK…here is the next chapter:  Morning After Sex

[Cougar Erotica] Naughty Chef and Sexy Flight Attendant Turn Up The Heat

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Guess what is for dessert?

In this fabulous collaboration, The Chef and His Angel take a Journey of Sensual Delights in a unique “HIS” and “HERS” format.

This is one of the Date Night Cyber Story Starters I wrote about.  This is excellent for cyber where you can send a copy of this story and ask a lady if she would like to play in this scene with you.

You might also be surprised at how well this can work to get you some more action between the sheets at home.  We women love romance novels and if you play your cards right, you can make us feel like you are creating a romance story just for us!!

By Angel and Chef John Pablo


Heaving a big sigh, Angel tossed her carry-on toward the bed and caught a look of herself in the mirror. “I guess it’s called The Windy City for a reason,” she thought running her fingers through her short blond hair.

She just wanted to see if he smelled as great as he looked.

The divorce had been ugly. Her much older ex had been a mean SOB and she felt beat up, inside and out. Attorneys had taken their toll and she was just getting her feet back on the ground. After a year on the road, or better in the air, as a flight attendant, she was tougher, stronger and happier than she had been in a very long time.

Tonight a dinner date with 4A. She noticed him right away. Tall with a head of wavy brown hair and intense hazel eyes, his smile was contagious. She giggled remembering checking his seatbelt. It didn’t really need checking, she just wanted to see if he smelled as great as he looked.

She knew he was watching her and it had been a long, long time since someone looked at her like that. Don’t get the wrong idea. Plenty of yo-yos had tried to pick her up. Lewd, crude and rude the lot of them. This man had a different energy. She figured him for a writer or musician. He made her shiver.

Turns out he was a high profile professional chef with beautiful hands and very sexy eyes. A little younger, alright a lot younger, she loved how he flirted with her. He made sure to touch her fingers when she served his wine. Leaving the plane he slipped her a note with his address and cell phone number.

Slipping off her pumps and unbuttoning her blouse on the way to turning on the shower, she smiled with a shiver. “Juan Pablo,” she whispered to herself.

“I love red,” he had whispered to her when she leaned over to check his, uh, seatbelt. What a great approach. She couldn’t stop wondering just exactly what he loved that was red. Wine? Dress? He couldn’t possibly know that she was wearing red lace lingerie under her uniform, or could he? Maybe he was psychic, she laughed again. It was exhilarating to feel this alive again.

She felt younger and sexier than she had in forever.

Standing under the steaming streams coming from the four shower heads, she could feel herself starting to respond to the very thought of him. The chemistry was electric. “I’d love to cook for you,” he had said. She couldn’t wait to see him again. Her red dress was on the chair and the bottle of Chilean Malbec was next to her purse.


When she leaned down in front of him to check his seatbelt, he swallowed hard sensing instant warmth below. “Everything ok, Miss Angel?” He asked noticing her name tag and crossing his legs.

“Yes sir,” she smiled back. “Would you like a blanket or pillow?”

“Only if you were wrapped in them,” he thought smiling back at her and meeting her eyes evenly. “No, I’m fine,” he said and opened the flight magazine. He only pretended to be reading as he wondered how long he could hold out, be polite and gentlemanly, and not letting his punk self make a stupid crack. She was older and he could tell she was nervous when he flirted with her.

wineShe had a casual ease about her and her cute blonde bob suggested a tomboy…possibly a midwesterner. He grabbed his note book and scribbled a quick note. More than anything he wanted her on the menu.  He smiled and took a deep breath as he felt himself stiffen in response to the idea. Watching her curves under the form fitting uniform shirt was just about doing him in.

The way she looks, the way she moves, her lips, that body; if only she knew that her age made him even more excited. It was all he could do to not press the assistance button every 5 minutes to summon her to his side. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and hold her. To feel her energy, her passion and run his hands over her curves and edges. Lucky he had an aisle seat as he couldn’t keep his eyes off her.

“I want to take care of you, in every way.”

As excited as he was, he had learned a lot in his last relationship and he didn’t want to scare her away. His last lady had taught him and now he knew the power of anticipation. He loved teasing and pleasing a woman and knew she would be very happy. Lost in a daydream of a heavenly dessert, he dozed off with a smile on his face.

As he left the plane, he slipped the note into her hand, “I’d love to cook for you, you are so kind to so many people, you deserve to be treated like the princess you are and I want to take care of you, in every way. Are you busy tonight?”


She was surprised when she arrived at the address he had given her. She had been expecting a quiet dinner in his apartment and the limo was pulling up to one of the best restaurants in town.

Waiting at the hostess stand she surveyed the dining room but did not see him anywhere. When she checked in and gave the maître d’ her name he smiled and said “Please follow me Miss Angel.” He led her through the four-star dining room. Still no sight of him. Her heart was pounding and she was feeling a little nauseous. What was she doing? She smoothed the front of her wrap dress, adjusted her necklace and took a few deep trembling breaths.

Toward the end of the dining room, the maître d’ guided her down an elegantly furnished hallway with a doorway at the end marked private. He knocked once, opened the door and announced, “Chef, your guest has arrived.”

Entering the room she finally saw him, wearing an impeccably white, starched chef coat and looking very serious. He quickly stepped out from behind the mobile cooking suite, wiping his hands on a sparkling white towel. It was obvious he had been hard at work. Prepped and ready to go before her were the most amazing ingredients she had ever laid eyes on. The maître d’ closed the door behind them and her chef greeted her….”I hope you’re hungry Angel. I have a feast ahead you will not soon forget.”

She had never been with a younger man.

Angel met his smokey hazel eyes without a flinch. Acting more confident than she felt, her heart raced as his eyes drifted from her face, down her body and then back up again. The red silk knit wrap dress hugged her curves and it felt good to know he liked what he saw.

He looked impossibly young and she fought the conflict as best she could. She had never been with a younger man and even though it was hard to believe he thought she was hot, there was a part of her that loved that he did.

“I am so glad you came,” he said, kissing her hand. A sappy cliche that she found adorable, especially when he wise cracked next, “You’ll be glad you came later, too.” His eyes were twinkling and he was a bit of a rogue but she found him irresistible.


He reached out to her with a flute of champagne, took her hand and led her to a well appointed table complete with fresh flowers and a hand written menu with the header “Dinner with an Angel”….and then retreated quickly to the kitchen as his vision in red reviewed the menu.

Returning moments later with a plate of perfectly roasted East Coast Oysters, swimming in a warm, herb infused butter…warmed through and slightly crispy on the top. He set the dish in the center of the table and proceeded to top the first oyster with fresh osetra caviar before serving her….

He glanced up in her direction and saw sparkling green eyes watching him intently. God she was gorgeous. The smile wrinkles around her eyes and her still sexy dimples lit a fire in him. Ever since high school when he messed around with his mom’s best friend at that bridal shower for his sister. He loved an older woman.

He moved even more slowly in the portable kitchen he had arranged, knowing she was watching his every move. “Can I refresh your wine?” he asked in a low voice.


“Absolutely,” she said glad for the chance to be close to him. He smelled so good. Whatever that cologne was, it should be illegal. A strong steady warmth was spreading through her lower body. It had been years since she melted like that for a man.

He started to move away and she reached up and caught his arm. Hungry for him and not hungry for dinner, she pulled him down so she could whisper in his ear, “Do we have to eat right now?”


Now it is your turn.  You can add the next course in the comments below. You can share the story with a lover online to create a hot text date.  You could also share it with your partner in real time and go from there….

A Bit of Cougar Erotica and A Word on Sex Buddies

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I Love Having A Sex Buddy

Cub:  “Are you busy?”

Cougar:  “No, just watching a movie.  What’s up?”

Cub:  “Just wondered if you want to come over and pick me up, we could mess around a little…”

Cougar:  “K, I’ll be there in an hour.”

Something melts in me as a silly smitten smile spreads itself over my face.

 Yay.  I started a shower and poured a glass of wine.  Things had heated back up again after cooling down a bit over summer. Once again there was some sweet messing around going on in the backseat of a certain Cougar’s car.

Amazing the leverage one can get in the back seat of a car.  I love dating a younger man.  Especially a younger man with an imagination.  He makes me feel like I am 17 again.  We are no strings attached, physical only sex buddies.  He’s in his 40s, I’m in my 60s.

Tonight was absolutely perfect.  

We drove to a dark parking lot at an area park and climbed into the back seat.  He sat in the passenger rear seat and I snuggled in in front of him with my legs in the drivers side rear seat.

He held me close and I inhaled his scent.  My breath sped up and my body began to respond to his touch. He ran his hands down my sides and over the outside of my sweats, down my outer thighs.  He knows me well and I trust my pleasure in his hands.  Mmmmmm.

I shivered and a little moan escaped my lips.  He slowly swept up my inner thigh lifting his hand as he approached the edge of pleasure and then wrapped his arms around me and held me tight. Breathing faster and thirsty for this squeeze I pressed my body into his.

“I love this, oh god….” my voice faded into giggles.  “I love making you feel like this.”  He said and started to kiss me again.  We hadn’t kissed like this in a very long time.

 Sweet playful kisses, nips and nibbles.  

Meanwhile his hand has found its way up my inner thigh again and this time my legs swing open easily as he strokes me through the soft pima cotton fabric.  The electricity of his touch made me squeal with delight as he pressed just right to trigger wave after wave of pure orgasm.

“Are you ok?”  He’s kidding, right?

Panting and shivering I managed to choke out, “Oh my yes…yes….please, baby.”

He covered my mouth with his and our tongues probed and danced as his hand pressed down between my legs. One more big shiver and I collapsed into his arms.

After I caught my breath I reached down and felt him through his shorts. He was hard in my hands and helped me open his zipper.  I love the feel of hardness  in my hands.  It is exciting for me to have someone to play with.

I know he wants my mouth on him.

 I also know that making him wait makes it better. I pulled up his shirt and laid my head on his belly. He wrapped my hair in his fingers.  “Oh Angel.” He moaned as I blew over his most tender spot.  I licked him long and slow and then I stopped and looked at him, batting my girlie green eyes and letting him know how very much I love messing around with him.

I moved back up and we kissed again.  Enjoying each other, feasting, nibbling, laughing and then I returned to his lap and cupped his boys in my hand.  He is hairless and the velvety texture of the skin against my fingers is delicious.

My hands ache to touch a man.  When I have the chance I take my time with long slow strokes.  My hands tingle with pleasure.

Why do I love this friends with benefits relationship?

1. We have great sex.  It is not making love but it is a sweet love-making that is in many ways best sex I’ve ever had.  Maybe I will call it making kindness.  It is an amazing gift to spend a long time pleasuring someone.  We are on the same wave length sexually and have little else in common.

2.  He’s a Ladies First kind of guy.  While there have been a couple of quickies in our history, when we get together to play, we play.  Sometimes for a few hours. He always makes sure that I am done and done in.  I love that about him.  By time I am in my orgasmic echoes, I can’t wait to kiss, taste and play with him.

3.  I’m a lady who loves pleasing her man.   He is very verbal when I go down on him and I love that. It turns me on when he tells me how hot I make him feel. I love his hands in my hair.  I am uninhibited and free flowing with him and the echoes of our time together feed my writing for days on end.

4.  I love the detachment I am learning.   I love how I feel when I am with him and I love how I feel when I leave him.  I feel like I step into a time machine.  I feel all of 17 years old again. Messing around in the back seat of the car is as much fun as it was once upon a time…no, more fun.  Cuddling, kissing and fondling….  Heck, most of the sex I have with him is fully clothed.  Hey don’t knock it if you haven’t tried it for a few decades.

5.  I don’t live with him.  His life, habits, diet and sleep patterns are his own.  I have my home, my life, my friends and my work that I nurture and enjoy.   I don’t need to disclose my private life, credit score or other personal information.  I also don’t need to run a credit check, meet his family, introduce him to my kids or plan any holidays together.

6.   I choose my life with only me to care about.  My career, my finances, my pet and my home are all my business.  I am in charge of myself.  I also am in charge of my own mood and well being.  There is no checking in, getting permission or being micro-managed.  I get to be Queen of my world.

7.  I am newly divorced and not interested in a long term commitment with anyone right now.  Having a much younger sex buddy is great for my ego.  Orgasms make me feel grounded and calm.  My friend with benefits is not my only resource.  He inspires my solo sex life with the fantasies I write.

8.  I am orgasmic without being in love.  I have learned that orgasm can be separate from romance and emotional connection.  I am doing it.  There is a connection.  We definitely enjoy each other.  It is a lusty erotic ha cha cha but that is where it ends.  Orgasm is more accessible because he is familiar and I trust him.  My sex life is not dependent on him.  Nor is his on me.  When we are together, we are all in.  When we are apart we are apart.  A practice in presence.

9.  I live the calm, grounded life of a well sexed woman.  When a woman is getting enough sex (only she can know) there is an unmistakable impact on her life.   Sex does a body good.  Want to read all of the benefits of orgasm?  Check out this post:  10 Surprising Health Benefits of Orgasm

10.  It is a little bit naughty.  Being raised a good little Catholic girl and spending years wrapped up in religious opinions about sex, I am living out a life I never believed was even possible.  I am redefining my own sex life.  I am having mind blowing orgasms on my time, when I want and with who I want.  I practice safe and cyber solo sex.  I love orgasm and I love how I feel when I have a steady diet.

You might also enjoy:  Unlocking The Mystery of The Female Orgasm

Why Men Love Dirty Talk

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Special Guest Post by Felicity Keith

Your cock is so hard....mmmm

Your cock is so hard….mmmm

It should come as no surprise that guys dig dirty talk. But have you ever considered the reasons why this form of sexual play is just so dang arousing to him? Let’s take a dive into why dirty talk drives him wild.

1. It’s an arousing surprise

If you have a ladylike public persona but behind closed doors you let explicit phrases tumble from your mouth, the contradiction gives him a sexy charge of excitement. And even if you aren’t the pinnacle of propriety, seeing you transform into a naughty vixen gives him a titillating thrill. This heightens his senses and makes everything that much more arousing for him. (See Video Here)

2. He feels like a sex-god

When you let loose with a string of moans and screams mixed with a variety of sexy play-by-plays and dirty directives, you show him just how much you F#$*king love what he’s doing to you. Your unbridled enthusiasm tells him in no uncertain terms that he’s rocking your socks.

3. Your confidence attracts him

A woman who has the self-confidence to use dirty phrases to get what she wants in bed is downright seductive. Men are drawn to women who aren’t afraid to express themselves sexually. And generally, your use of dirty talk clues him in that you are far from uptight or inhibited. A good time is in store for you both!

4. It shows you are totally in the moment

Enthusiasm is such a huge turn-on for men. A quiet partner can be misunderstood as a bored or distracted partner, and that can put a big damper on the sexy mood. When you talk dirty, not only are YOU 100% present and in the moment, it shows him that you are. That level of engagement with what’s happening between you serves to validate that he’s pleasing you.

All of the reasons above activate different chemicals in his brain and are hitting some of the big triggers for his sex drive. Who knew that there was some science behind talking dirty? Of course, not every woman feels comfortable launching into dirty talk, and if that sounds like you, you are not alone. But don’t let your fears stop you from incorporating this fun technique into your sex life. In this video I teach you ways to get over any shyness you may feel and give you dirty phrases that you can fine-tune to suit your taste level.  Watch Video Here

Erotic Fantasy: Halloween Party – Caught Peeking

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Vampire Couple Kiss

By Angel and Greg G.

I felt stupid going to a Halloween party at the last minute.   Why did I say yes?

Swinging by the costume shop I was disappointed by the picked over selection and ended up with a cheap Dracula costume, for God’s sake.  I didn’t even want to go to the party but the thought of going as something as lame as dracula made it all the worse.

When I got to the party I spotted another rather petite Dracula across the room.  From the back I saw the cape with the raised collar and  sexy short blonde bob.  My eyes swept the black caped figure and I could see the soft curves and hints of femininity.  A Lady Dracula?  Hmmm, I felt a wave hit me below the belt.

I followed her out into the garden.  She seemed to be on a mission.  She was hurrying and glancing over her shoulder.  I kept out of sight.  For some reason I didn’t want to be discovered. Hypnotized by the sway of her hips and the curve of her cheek when she turned to peek backward, I sped up to keep her in sight.

“Finally…” I hear a man’s low voice as she rushed into the arms of a figure in a long black hooded cape.

“Did anyone see you?”  I ducked behind the tree as they both turned to look in my direction.

“No.”  She said.  “I miss you so much….” the rest of her words muffled in a kiss.  He wrapped his arms around her and they both disappeared into his cape.  I took advantage and moved as close as I dared.  I heard quiet moans as my mind filled in the details of the motions I saw in the cloak.

Would he be kissing her neck?   Nibbling, licking, exploring her with his mouth?  Maybe his hand was on her hip sliding up so that the edge of his thumb grazed the curve of her breast.  I felt myself stiff and aching to be him.  A throaty giggle exploded from the cape followed by a quick Shhhhh…and then another round of moans.

Mesmerized, I moved even closer…..

The two figures lowered to the ground and the cape slipped giving a peek of  creamy flesh cradled in a red lace bra.  The ache between my legs doubled.  A hand pulled the cape around her body and I had to rely on my imagination again.

I reached into my pants and took out my dick.  It was throbbing with desire.  I stroked in time with the up and down I watched.  My mouth was dry as I imagined sucking those nipples so near and yet so far.  Were they pink, brown, rosey red?  I licked my lips as I thought about how hard and ready she was for his tongue and lips.

“Wait, I have an idea.”  I heard the man’s low growl. “I want to see you in the moonlight.”

“Shit!” I hurried behind the shrubs losing a bit of my hardness for the moment.  Little did I know what I was in for.

“Are you sure there is no one around?”  I heard her say.

“It’s ok baby, nobody is here but us.”

I ducked down as he stood up and spread his cloak on the ground.  He was naked and obviously very aroused. He held her hand and lowered her to the ground.  He had loosened the tie holding her blouse together and her dark nipples stood out in stark contrast to her pale skin.  My hand reached again for the throb between my legs as my hips twitched in a shiver of desire.

I licked my dry lips with a barely damp tongue as he pulled her blouse down to her waist.  He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, gently at first but then they started to nibble. lick..devour each other.  Her hand drifted down his pecs, circling his nipples with her bright red fingernails.

I started to stroke myself, unable to resist the urge screaming for satisfaction.  He left her lips now glistening in the moonlight and began kissing down the side of her face, one hand cupping a breast and the other tracing his finger along her hairline and behind her ear.  She was squirming and squealing quietly as he toyed with her.  “I want to hold your dick.”  I heard her say huskily as she reached down to fulfill her need.

Shit, I couldn’t believe my ears.  My own cock was about to explode.  “I want to…..”

He smiled at her as she cupped his boys in her hand.  “Fuck,”  she said.  “I love how tight you are.”  He reached up and pushed her dress up to her waist.  He slipped her dress down the rest of the way and pulled it off her ankles slowly as she laid bare, completely exposed.

He turned her over and knelt down grabbing her firm beautiful butt. My hands tensed as I squeezed and stroked my hardness. When he gave her butt a quick firm slap I made a groan I couldn’t contain.

They froze and looked around.  Laughing he turned her over again and began kissing her. Trailing his lips down her chest going back nipple to nipple several times before he slipped lower on her belly and approached her mound.  Her body was beautiful in the moonlight.  I couldn’t take my eyes off of them.

As he began to kiss her inner thighs, I could see him use his thumbs and begin to stroke her swollen folds.  I licked my lips again and slowed down my stroking, wanting to stretch this out forever.  I couldn’t see but her labia must be hot and wet by now.  My breath was in my throat and I was doing everything in me to be silent.

I loosened my shorts and adjusted and grabbed my hard dick with my other hand enjoying slowly stroking it while I watched him explored the boundaries of her beautiful folds with his thumb.  I closed my eyes and lost myself in my mind’s eye view of what was going on just feet from me.

A peal of curious laughter made me snap to.  I opened my eyes to see the two lovers looking right at me.  Shamed, I ducked down and lost my enthusiasm instantly.  Fuck.

“No, no.” I heard the young woman call out.  “Don’t feel bad. Come over, join us.”  Like a hypnotized robot not sure what the fuck was going on, I made my way over to them.  He smiled at me as he laid next to her, one hand cupping a breast and one crooked and holding his head up, watching me.

I gently began to kiss her ankles, working my way up her legs. I kissed her all the way up to her waist and began to work my way down her crack. Once I had my mouth on her I plunged my tongue in between her labia. She felt was hot, wet and oh so delicious. I worked my tongue slowly with firm strokes in between quick licks and nibbles.  She tasted so good and I got lost pleasuring her.

She moaned and convulsed as he pinched and tweaked her firm nipples with first his fingers and then his teeth while I sucked her and licked her front to back and back to front.  She opened her legs welcoming me I slowed down and let her release.  I stopped moving and left my mouth on her and held her there.  I could feel her body shivering with orgasm after orgasm.  I looked up and met his eyes.  Glazed over I saw his intense pleasure.  Holding himself and stroking I echoed his motions.

Shivering we all collapsed into a heap of goofy giggling.  “I’m Danny,”  I said unleashing another round of laughter.  “Nice to meet you, Danny.” She said.  He nodded in my direction.  I turned to pick up my clothes and after I slipped on my pants, I turned around.  They were gone.

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[VIDEO] Sexy Sex Education – Learn The Secrets Most Men Will Never Know About The Female Orgasm

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I only wish he knew.....

I only wish he knew…..

According to reports, roughly 70% of women don’t reach an orgasm during intercourse.

Although that figure in itself is shocking, it also makes you wonder about how many women never orgasm at all (i.e., intercourse or not)!

A lot of flack fall on men on why women don’t experience an orgasm but truth be told, women have a lot to do about this as well whether they realize it or not.

6 Reasons Why Women DON’T Climax (Want Quick Tips?  Check this video)

There are many reasons why women don’t reach sexual climax. Some of them maybe men’s fault but a lot can be because of her too…

1. Foreplay? What foreplay?

Foreplay is extremely important. For women, making love begins in the mind and if you don’t ‘condition’ her mind for sex, then chances are she won’t be sexually reciprocating in bed too. Furthermore, women really do need more time than men to reach an orgasm; so foreplay is actually your way of extending your own sexual stamina.

2. She’s thinking too much!

Women are natural multi-taskers. Unfortunately, they’re so used to thinking and doing several things at the same time that they find it hard to simply be ‘in the moment’ during sex. If most men can be very ‘in the zone’ during sex, women seem to have various thoughts running through their heads all the time (e.g., home chores that need to be done, kids’ homework, dirty laundry, etc.).

3. She’s full of… insecurities.

Women have many body image issues. While you may adore her, her mind is probably worried about at least three different things as you undress her: Is the light revealing any cellulite? Are my ‘love handles’ protruding? Does he think my breasts are too small/big?

If body image anxiety is not in her head, then she may be thinking about things such as “I didn’t shower yet, I hope I smell good… especially down there.”, or “I didn’t pee. I hope I don’t embarrass myself.”

ALL these thoughts are making her focus on the wrong things! It’s taking attention away from sexual pleasure and into sexual insecurities. And when a woman is in this mode, it’s almost impossible to her focus on reaching her own climax!

4.  She really doesn’t know her own body.

There is a certain art form to making love to a woman’s body. It really does have a lot of mysterious curves, spots and turns. Sadly, many women don’t indulge in a lot of ‘self exploration’ when it comes to sex. As such, it’s hard to guide you on what makes her feel good or which techniques really turn her on. And really, if she doesn’t know her own body, how can you be expected to instinctively know what brings her pleasure, right?

The best thing is… it’s never too late to learn! Why don’t you BOTH explore her body? Don’t rush anything and try everything. See what turns her on best and use that knowledge to make her reach her orgasm. Make it your sexual quest! However, here are some clues to save you a few steps…

5.  YOU’re not paying attention!

True, men are not mind-readers. Unfortunately, many women are not great communicators in bed as well so we have a little problem here. Compounding this problem is of course that favorite female bedroom habit of ‘faking orgasms’. As a result, YOU think that what you’re doing is great when in reality you may not even be close!

To solve this particular problem, try to develop a certain ‘sexual code’ between you two. For instance, a slight squeeze on your arm means “You’re doing great! Pls. keep doing it!”; while nails on your skin or arm mean “enough of that!”. You will receive more squeezes, however, if you know some important facts. Click here to learn more…

6.  YOU’re changing ‘techniques’ too fast.

Men like to try different sexual positions and that’s great but sometimes you may be changing just a bit too fast. Women need to get accustomed to a certain ‘rhythm’ before sexual pleasure begins to climb. If you keep shifting positions, she will either (a) never find the position that brings her an orgasm, (b) lose the sexual pleasure she was experiencing in the previous position or (c) be so frustrated that even if you go back to the same position, she may not be that sexually aroused again.

So keep this in mind: when it comes to female orgasm it’s not just location, location, location… it’s also about repetition, repetition, repetition.

Hopefully this list of potential reasons why your partner is not reaching an orgasm paves the way for discussion between the two of you. Don’t focus on why she’s not reaching an orgasm. Instead, focus on what you guys are going to do, so that she does reach her climax. That’s a more positive approach and lot more fun too! Learn creative and easy ways to do it here…

Article printed by permission of: Gabrielle Moore

How To Text To Turn Her On – Use This Script*

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Keep her mind off her work and on you!

Keep her mind off her work and on you!


When you are away from your woman, even when you both are at work, why not spin her a story and text it to her—slowly—one hot juicy morsel after another?

*IMPORTANT TIP: Guys, only use this script once you have already had sex with your woman.

This is way too intimate for a first time encounter. But once you two are into play, there is something very hot about the wait between messages!

You can learn to be a master of erotic romancing and have some real fun! Good luck.

Tease her with timing!

Here is an example of just such a story written recently by a hot erotica writer I know. (Hot Tip:  Leave lots of time between each text. Make her crazy)

Hey Baby…….

Just thinking about you….

What sensitive spot of your luscious body craves some attention today?

(From Angel: I don’t know about you but if my man texted this to me in the middle of my work day, I couldn’t wait to get home and devour him.)

That spot that makes you tremble when my lips get close.

That makes you moan and giggle out loud when I tease you by getting close,

lingering by…

…and then retreating and repeating.

What spot makes you grab my head as I brush by your delicious morsel of flesh softly, slowly and accidentally?

Whose lips and tongue raise goose bumps on your inner thighs?

Who makes you pant with desire? (Click here if you love to be teased.)

Where is the epicenter of your anatomy which, when I finally envelop it with my mouth…

…sucking softly, rhythmically matching the upward thrust of your hips…

…makes your fingertips tingle, your eyelids flutter and a moan escape your lips.

What warm piece of you thrills as I suck you in my mouth, tasting you with my tongue?

Who loves it as blood rushes to your taut nipples, raises the hair in the small of your back and unleashes a torrent of honey?

That is the part of you I want to visit.

I can’t wait to get my hands on you.

(More Great Sex Tips, Check This Video)

Let’s Face It Guys, Women Love A Sexually Confident Man

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Yes...please don't stop whispering that to me....

Yes…please don’t stop whispering that to me….

Today a special post by my fave guy sex guru,
Alex Allman…enjoy:

Women fantasize about hot sex just as much
as men do… they talk about it, they dream about
it, and they are dying for a man who knows how

For a woman, the ultimate fantasy is to be in
the arms of a man who knows EXACTLY what he’s

A man who has the skill, the confidence, and
the ability to make her feel that great mix of
THRILLED… yet… safe at the same time…

But unfortunately, the vast majority of women
NEVER have the experience of being in bed with
the kind of man they dream of.  Not once.

And that’s a huge shame because…

The crazy thing is– most men WISH they could
BE that guy.  Most men want to sexually please the
woman in their life in every way possible, but
they just don’t really know how.

Here’s something else– guys don’t even realize
that ANYONE can LEARN these skills to completely blow
a woman’s mind in bed… make her wildest fantasies
into reality  (yes, I said anyone).

The most effective techniques that I’ve discovered
are actually incredibly SIMPLE… yet virtually no
men are doing them.

That’s why I created my downloadable eBook,
“Revolutionary Sex: How To Give A Woman The
Mind-Blowing Sexual Experience She’s Always
Dreamed Of”

So few men bother to actually put in the time
to learn this kind of thing– and those that do
usually go to the WRONG sources… and they
can’t understand why the “technique” they learned
in a magazine article isn’t doing the trick to
get their wife or girlfriend to have the kind
of explosive orgasms that they’ve heard about.

If you want to learn EVERYTHING you need–
from perfect control over your own erections to
a perfect understanding of exactly how to make
her experience more powerful sexual pleasure
than either of you ever thought was possible,
then go download and read my eBook.

   Check It Out Here

For Passion,

Alex Allman

P.S., Don’t worry about any “privacy issues”.  I
get it.  That’s why you can download and read the
eBook right on your computer.  And your credit
card statement will show a charge from “Clickbank”

Plus, you can try out “Revolutionary Sex” for 2
full months and still get a full refund if it doesn’t
deliver, and dramatically improve your relationship.

Read through it, and start TRYING OUT the ideas
and techniques and see for yourself the incredible
difference that can happen when you’ve actually got
the RIGHT information… information that very,
very few other men will ever have access to.

Make her incredibly happy every single day of her
life that she’s with YOU…

I NEVER send out BS, so if you have read this far,
I know that you are a lot like me… and so I know her
happiness means a LOT to you.  I frankly have no
idea why you haven’t tried it out yet.  Quit putting it
off and download your copy now

This article is ©2014 by Life Love Passion, Inc., and free under the Creative Commons Attribution-No Derivative Works 3.0 License and you may freely copy, distribute, blog, or post it anywhere, so long as the work is attributed to “” and “Alex Allman”, and the text is unaltered.

“I just prefer older women…” Music to a Cougar’s Ears

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I wish you would.....

I wish you would…..

See part 1:“I just prefer older women.” Are there hotter words? 

By Angel and Burke P

After lunch we left the restaurant holding hands and touching shoulders both still weak with desire from the hanky panky under that white linen table cloth.

It is so exciting being with a younger man and my knees are weak.  I felt drunk without having had a sip of booze at lunch.  My heart pounded in my chest thinking about what would be happening next.

It took me awhile to believe that you were really turned on by me.  I mean I knew you got hard and sex happened but once I really got it…that you loved my body exactly as it is, my attraction and desire for you went through the roof.

I would have never played around in public when I was younger and now?  Now it is so sexy and risky and fucking delicious I can’t stop shivering.

My heart dropped to my knees when we met, little did I know how much fun was ahead.

“Hey.” You say, interrupting my thoughts and kissing the top of my head.  “Hey back.” I sigh tipping my head back to the feeling of your lips on the side of my neck.

I wasn’t paying any attention to where you were taking us.  We stopped at a little shop on Pacific Blvd and you pulled the door open for me to enter.

Seascape Spa and Healing Space welcomed us with a whiff of eucalyptus and peppermint oils. “I booked a couples massage for us,” you said in a low voice your hand on the small of my back sliding down to stroke my ass.

I looked up at you with a question in my eyes.  I only saw one masseur.  “This is Rick.” you say with a definitely naughty twinkle in your eye.

“Right this way.” Rick said with a couple of bathrobes and straw sandals in his arms.  He closed the door behind him so that we could get ready for our massage.  As soon as he was out of sight, you pulled me close and squeezed.

Mmmmmm.  I am in heaven.  I feel your hardness against me and a wave of warmth hits me down below.  “Who will….” my question was muffled by your lips tasting, nibbling and kissing me.  “Trust me.”  I hear you say.  Shivering with desire I let my body rest against you.


Next thing I feel is you picking me up and laying me on the massage table.  As if on cue,  Rick taps on the door, walks into our retreat and dims the lights.

He asks you to open my robe and help me turn over on my belly. I look up to your eyes a bit uneasy getting naked in front of a stranger but you nod that it is ok “I will be here the whole time.”

This is so exciting I am near breathless with anticipation.  “I’ll take care of you.” I hear a soft whisper near my ear.  An involuntary shiver hits me hard.  I let you help me out of my robe and let it slide off.

“Wow!” you say as you drink in my naked self.  “You look fantastic, your body is perfect and you are going to like this.”  Rick is going to teach me some things about your body so I can make you crazy with coming.”

My mouth was dry with anticipation

My mouth was dry with anticipation

Even though a part of me feels uncomfortable being naked in front of two men, I am so curious about what Rick has in mind that I start to feel at ease. “”I am going to sit over here and take notes.” You say with a sly smirk as Rick pours oil into his hands and rubs them together.

Once again, he leans forward and whispers to me, “Relax baby, this is going to be very good.”  I take a deep breath and sink into pleasure as I feel his hands on my back.  He moves to my shoulders, each long slow stroke lulling me into aching desire.

Knowing you are watching as this man strokes my body is mesmerizing.  Knowing that it is you that I wish were touching me and yet being so turned on by a stranger is super hot. Hearing you breathe hard and moan under your breath is driving me wild.

I could feel myself falling into a trance of pleasure as sexual energy pulsed through me.  Struggling to hold still, I look up at you and your mouth is open, your hand stroking your bare cock.  I moan and reach my hand out toward you.  “I’m doing just fine baby, let Rick do his magic.”

Suddenly aware of long lingering strokes reaching ever closer to my labia, I stretch opening my legs a bit so that a happy accident is more likely.  I dream about Rick’s hands, where they are going next.  “Have me” echoes through my mind.

… be continued…..

You might also enjoy this video:  The easy erotic trick that he wishes you knew


The Good Girl’s Video Guide To Talking Dirty

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I LOVE talking Dirty!

I LOVE talking Dirty!

OK, before we get going I have to warn you . . .

Today’s post gets a LITTLE bit dirty.

But it also gets REALLY fun . . .

Here’s a question I got from Monica recently . . .

Monica asks . . .

“Here’s my problem:

Sex between me and my boyfriend has gotten kind of boring.

I love him. I think he loves me, but it seems like when we’re making love it’s just
become kind of rote and disconnected.

I just want him to pay attention to me and make love to me the way he used to and I
don’t know what to do.”

Hi, Monica,

Thanks for your question, it’s one I get a LOT.

And I’m going to give you the same answer I give every woman . . .

If you want your man to be 100% focused on you . . .

Fantasizing about you during the day . . .

Counting down the minutes until he gets to see you again . . .

You don’t have to kill yourself at the gym.

You don’t have to buy a bunch of sexy lingerie (though there’s nothing wrong with doing
that if you want.)

Nope, if you want your guy to become sexually and emotionally addicted to you,all you have
to do is learn to TALK DIRTY and make love to his mind.

I’ve said this a lot, but a man’s number one erogenous zone isn’t in his pants, it’s in
his head . . .

Guys live in a state of perpetual sexual fantasy.

And every guy dreams of meeting a woman who really understands our sexual buttons and knows how to push them in a really powerful way.

So here’s what I recommend:

Drop whatever you’re doing and watch this eye opening video by Felicity Keith . . .

Felicity looks like your normal, average early 40′s soccer mom . . .But as you’ll learn in the video (when you hear her CRAZY story) she discovered the

“secret code” to men’s erotic minds . . .

In fact, Felicity says she can teach you how to get a man sexually OBSESSED and ADDICTED to you without even touching him . . .

This is a great resource especially if you’re nervous or feel self conscious talking dirty . . . or if you feel kind of dumb because you just don’t know what to say, you really need to check out Felicity’s stuff.

Click here:  How To Talk Dirty To A Man

VIDEO: How To Make Him Sexually Addicted To You

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bigstock_Young_Couple_Making_Out_651782Have you ever felt a man  pull away, lose interest or suddenly stop chasing or seducing
you and didn’t know why or what to do  . . .sucks, doesn’t it.

Is sex becoming boring or all about him?  Do you miss the orgasms you used to have when you first met?   The red hot chemistry that makes beginning sex so extraordinary is, unfortunately, temporary.  What’s a girl to do….

When I found  this video by Felicity Keith I couldn’t wait to share it.  When you find out how much men love this one naughty erotic secret, you will find he will be putty in your hands.

Felicity is just like you and me….she’s just a normal early-forties single soccer mom from Washington state . . .But in this amazing video she teaches you how to make a man sexually and emotionally obsessed with you . . . without even touching him.

You might be a little upset when you first hear Felicity’s story . . . but whenyou hear what she learned from it . . . and how it’s going to change your life forever, you’ll be grinning ear to ear.

The amazing thing is that the “trick” Felicity teaches you works without a guy
having any idea you’re using it . . . or why he’s suddenly so desperate to give YOU the
pleasure, attention and *connection* you crave . . .

To get a man to be focused on you and only you (so he can’t even *think* about other
women and so he craves and desires you constantly all you have to do is….hey, I am not going to spill the beans – I’ll let Felicity tell you her own story:

Go watch the video now . . . Naughty Erotic Secret Discovered By 42-Year-Old Soccer Mom

Naughty Texts Turn Me On…How About You?

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Meeting My Cougar in Miami

Meeting My Cougar in Miami


It’s Thursday, my flight is nearing Miami and our evening begins with you meeting me in the lounge of the Marriott. I licked my dry lips and grabbed a hit of my martini.

I had spent the last hour daydreaming about getting you aroused and excited to be with me.  I know you get turned on just thinking about our last time together and I sent a few texts to make sure you remember the details. (Check out: How To Talk Dirty)

I also know that you are at work and that you can sneak peeks at your cell but cannot answer me.  I love teasing you like this.  My heart speeds up and my gut twitches thinking about you reading my words.

I remember the last time, baby

It was hard to keep a straight face with the boss sitting across from me

You looked so fucking hot in that slinky black dress

Bare legs

Black patent leather 4 inch spike heels

I know the boss was jealous

I loved it

My fingers walk up your thigh

You reached for my hand and I knew

You were thinking….not here, not now

I looked right at you and I slide my hand up you leg,

Just under your hemline…

I am rock hard baby

Suddenly the voice of the airline attendant broke through my daydream.  We were landing and it would only be an hour til you were in my arms.  I know that you are on your way because when I turned my phone back on, here is what I read.

You are so naughty.

Pant – pant

Hurry Hurry Baby

I can’t wait to feel your fingers stroking my thighs again

Slowly so slowly reaching for the French silk panties you bought me.

I managed to flag a taxi and reopen my cell phone as fast as I can.  Marriott on the Bay, I tell the driver and then put one hand in my lap and one hand on the phone.  I am throbbing.

You are a wicked little vixen, I text back.

Haha…you love it

I am in the bar.  See you soon.

It seemed like an eternity but at last I arrive at the Marriott.  I send the luggage up to the room and head straight to the bar.  You did not see me coming so I lean in and kiss the back of your neck.  You jump and then lean back into me…relaxing…surrendering to my hands now stroking your back and shoulders.

“I can’t wait to taste you…all of you.” I whisper into your ear.

You turn around and pull me in for a kiss, paying not a bit of attention to the waiters and patrons in the bar.  It is like we are the only ones in the room.

“I missed you so much.”

“Me too baby, me too.”

I throw a twenty on the bar and pull you toward the elevator.  You squeeze my hand and stand up on tip toes to kiss the side of my neck….oh, stubble, you whisper as you open your mouth and taste me.

I am so hard by now I don’t know if we will make it to the room.  The little old couple in the elevator with us have a twinkle in their eye. Our raw passion is very apparent.  It is all I can do to keep my hands off you.

I slide my hand up your leg

On the elevator ride I finally noticed what you are wearing.  My eye wonders top to bottom… a short black backless dress, black stockings, black 3 inch peep toe pumps with bright red toe nails peeking out. Yeow.

The elevator door slid open and the older couple step out.  They were holding hands, maybe we inspired them.  As soon as the doors close we embrace as long lost lovers, we kiss sweetly then deeply, I take your hand and we move to the back  corner of the elevator car.

As we kiss, my hand finds your knee… I slide my hand up your leg, under your hemline…as my fingers climb your thighs,I can’t wait to run my finger along  the soft French silk thong I know you are wearing… I gently stroke the silk, enjoying the sheer touch and the sensation of you becoming aroused.

I slide my hand back down your beautiful body until I can lift your leg to my waist so I can more easily reach your swelling lady bits.  Without actually touching you, I know how wet you are getting anticipating my tongue.

I slide your thong aside and begin to tease and stroke you with my fingers. As I sense your excitement, I slide my hand down the soft skin of your inner thigh. I lick my dry lips wanting to taste you.  I reach across and stop the elevator between floor and gently lay you on the floor.

I move your skirt up and slowly, oh so slowly, pull your thong down so I can give you what you are aching for. I slide one, then two fingers into you… my fingers stroking and probing as I kiss and gently lick your lovely ladybits.  You are so hot, so wet, I am nearly crazed with the smells and tastes.

I love how uninhibited you are

Slowly I lick from bottom to top, swirling my tongue before I circle back and start again.  I know your lovely clitoris is calling for my attention but I purposely stay away from it spending time stroking your sweet folds and teasing you with pleasure.

I love how uninhibited you are. Laying on that elevator floor, legs wrapped around my neck, hips rising and falling as you moan and whimper.  God I love you this way.  I am in total control of your pleasure. Your legs open even more to allow me access.  My tongue darts here and there into and out of the folds and openings.

Writhing in ecstacy your orgasm accelerates and your body shivers in convulsive waves.  “Baby Baby” you cry.  “Yes, yes, yes.”  I slow my motions and you reach for my head pressing me into you.  I let you control the pressure. I want to see how long you fly.

When you finally relax, I lean into you kiss your mouth.  I pull back, pick up your thong and untangle myself from your legs.  I help you up and you smooth your dress and reach up to run your fingers through your short blonde hair. You bite your lip and look up at me.

“Damn.”  you say.  I put my finger on your lips.  “Shh.”  I whisper, I have lots of fun planned for us.  You lift your chin and cuddle into the nook between my shoulder and chin…I wrap my arms around you and push P for Penthouse.

To be continued: Stay tuned….

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Hey Guys…..Is This Hot For You?

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Hey guys. I love sex as much (maybe more) than the average Jane but you have to back way up to flip the switch and get a girl horny enough to want to be with you.

Here is what I mean. This is the actual first time note a potential sex buddy sent to me. I know he thinks this is super hot….heck, maybe you do too:

It’s Thursday, my flight has arrived earlier and our evening begins with you meeting me in the lounge of the Marriott. You arrive wearing a short black backless dress, black stockings, black 3 inch heels, garter, thong…… we embrace as long lost lovers, we kiss on the cheeks, I take your hand and we move to the back of the lounge, order our drinks, we flirt, my hand finds your knee… I slide my hand up you leg, under your hemline…as my fingers near your pussy, my fingers feel the soft French silk panties you are wearing… I gently stroke the silk, enjoying the sheer touch and the sensation of you becoming aroused, becoming wet as your juices soak through the silk… I slide your panty aside and begin to tease and stroke you with my fingers…. as I massage your pussy , I slide one, then two fingers into you… my fingers probing for your g-spot… your pussy is so hot, so wet, I lean into you kiss your lips, we lock our tongues as our waiter stares at us…

What’s the problem you may be thinking….sex partners can have completely different arousal worlds in fact some studies say that 80% of couples are sexually incompatible. Isn’t that sad? Find out how to arouse your partner. Make it a goal. Not what YOU think she likes…no, find out what she wishes you knew…..

Click Here is the Angelized Version… and see what I mean.

It is a beautiful thing to hear a woman whisper a passionate yes, yes….

Dream of an older woman? Show her how experienced you are, check out this free video: Revolutionary Sex.

A Cougar Fantasy – Can He Be Too Young?

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Please, please don't stop

Please, please don’t stop

By Angel and Joey T.

Read Part 1: Click Here

The next morning as I walked absent-mindedly through my executive area, my assistant grinned as she gave me the morning mail. Before I could figure out what was up I spotted a vase of beautiful summer flowers. I opened the gift card and tried to keep it from Darcy’s view.

“Miss. Angel: Thanks you for welcoming me aboard, Clay”

Inappropriate? Yes. Do I care? No. I liked this kid and I secretly admired his boldness. “Oh, that new vendor is kissing up,” I laughed. “Sure he is.” Darcy chuckled. She knew me well…too well.

Clay was young, impossibly young, and irresistible. I couldn’t take my eyes off those flowers. They were bright and colorful, not a rose in sight. I loved them and I loved thinking about Clay too.

He is too young…What am I thinking?

It was late after a long day of meetings and reports and I was tired. I stretched out my legs and shucked off my heels. I poured a tall glass of red and went out to sit on the deck. At last nothing to do but daydream about Clay. I was so hungry for him I was wet and shivering. He’s too young, an insistent voice came up from inside. What the fuck, another just as insistent part of me spoke up. I laughed out loud. All i wanted was that beautiful man down on the floor rubbing my feet in his lap.

I have been so careful since Danny died. But this is different. My breath speeds up just thinking about him Could I? Should I? He’s too young. Oh well time to get back to work. Reviewing records with a glass of Pinot, my faithful companion.

Now that it was so quiet on my floor, I could hear hammering, drilling and laughter coming from production. I found myself moving toward the elevator instead of my office. I walked in when it opened and my finger hovered over the button but I couldn’t resist pressing it.

I could barely breathe

They elevator door opened onto the lobby and there he was right in front of me shirt open and tan chest and belly in plain view. Are you kidding me. Ok. This isn’t fair. He was taller close up and when he looked down at me my breath caught in my throat. I stammered a “Uh – Hey there”. He laughed and whispered “Miss Angel, You look beautiful tonight.”

I cleared my throat and strangled out a “”What are you holding?” He grinned knowing the effect he was having on me. Clay laughed again and stated he had food for his crew. He asked if I wanted anything, there was plenty. Of course, I said no and thanked him matter of fact for the flowers.

He wouldn’t step out of the way, holding the elevator door open so I had to brush by him, feeling his hard chest against my breasts. As I walked away I didn’t hear the doors close and knew his eyes were on me. I was scared and excited at the same time. Wait a minute why do I care. I should write him up for sexual harassment. I hope I don’t fall on these heels.

As I squeezed by him Clay said, “Miss Angel if you work late tomorrow I would like to show you my work and even spring for a meal” I flushed and responded. “Sure, if I can.” Even from here I could see a most interesting bulge in those tight jeans.

A private celebration for two…

A few very busy and super stressful days of meetings with the investors passed passed with a great outcome. I was very proud of myself and my company. This new level of funding was going to take the pressure off everybody. I was ready to celebrate.

Just then a late afternoon delivery was buzzed into my office. It was another beautiful arrangement of teacup roses: yellow, white and red in a crystal cut vase. There was a note from Clay. I read the note with trembling hands.

Miss Angel: We have finished up the renovations in record time, under budget and very well done. I invite you to inspect my work this evening and have a picnic dinner for two. Clay.

I swallowed at Clay’s boldness but smiled in approval at the same time.  Somehow I knew that Danny would want me to move on. I was so attracted to this man, it was a hell of a week and I wanted to celebrate and the fact was that this hot young guy was attracted to me. Me.

It was already 7pm and time to inspect his work.  I smoothed out my skirt and undid one button of my ivory silk blouse. I couldn’t wait to run my fingers up and down that chest and belly… I went into the bathroom to freshen up and then took the elevator down to Production.

When I got off the elevator, Clay was waiting. He proudly walked me around the newly designed space. It was beautiful! As we walked room to room he came oh so close to me but never touched me. I ached for him to brush his hand on my arm or take my hand. I swear he knew how much I wanted him to touch me. He would lean so close and then pull back away.

My heart was in my throat and my mouth was so dry I hoped he didn’t ask me anything so I would have to talk. All I could think of was his hard muscular arm, bulging shoulder and flat stomach. He smelled rugged but delicious. He must have read my thoughts for he looked at me and grinned.

I am very good with my hands….

Again everything was beautiful from the moldings to the sconces to the the wall fabric to the hardwood floor. I even gasped at his work. Clay mentions he loved paying attention to details and loved working with his hands. a sweet little sexual innuendo I smiled at. He took me to the last room that was lit by candle with soft Island music playing softly. Clay had laid a picnic blanket, throw pillows and a basket on the floor. He helped me to the floor and then sat next to me stretching out his long legs.

Clay poured some Pinot in two stemmed glasses and set a plate with grapes, apple slices and variety of cheese, crackers and chocolates on top of the basket. We raised our glasses and toasted his work, his brown eyes gazing into mine. He had me.

My heart was pounding with desire. It had been so long since I had felt anything like this. He reached over and took my hand. “Darcy told me about Danny.” Clay whispered.

“Damn her.” I said though part of me was relieved. “Shhh” he said placing his finger on my lips. He traced my lips with his thumb. I couldn’t resist, tilted my head back and opened my mouth so he could touch me.

He leaned me back and gently put his lips on mine and lowered me onto one of the silk pillows. I opened my mouth and touched his lips with my tongue. He met me and we explored one another with our lips and tongues. Small moans and cries overcame me, I wanted more and something in me opened wide.

I moaned with desire as he placed his hand on my stomach, slowing moving it to my breast. He cupped my entire breast in one hand squeezing it with desire. I pulled him to my mouth softly biting his tongue and moaned with anticipation.

He rose up with his sweet Southern smile and slowly undid the oyster shell buttons on my blouse. I leaned my head back on the pillow breathing fast and closed my eyes as he popped the front snap on my bra, releasing my breasts into his hands.

Yes, yes, yes…please don’t stop….

He kissed down the side of my cheek to my neck and down my chest slowly, slowly until he finally got to my nipple hard with desire. I arched my back as he sucked my hungry nipple into his mouth biting and licking it, I had my first orgasm in many years.

I cried and laughed at the same time as wave after wave of orgasm rocked me. “Oh Clay” I try to speak. “Shhh,” he said “Shhhh, cruise with it.” I don’t know how long I was there cumming in his arms. He held me until the shivering passed. He pressed his lips into my hair and kissed me softly.


“What about you…” I managed to choke out.

“Shhh,” he said. He just held me pressing his leg in between mine as my body lunged against him in wave after wave of delight. Deeper and deeper the pleasure ran. “Yes, that’s it, baby, yes…” He coaxed and whispered to me as he stroked my back softly.

Sighing with passion I clung to him. “Thank you, thank you,” I cried softly.

“Shhh, shhhhh..” He crooned right next to my ear.

“I just prefer older women.” Are there hotter words?

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I can't wait to taste you...

I can’t wait to taste you…


By Angel and Leo

I can’t get it out of my head, the way you always know what turns me on.

Little did I know that one thing you told me would completely change my approach when it comes to asking for sex.

“I’m psychic!” You teased last time we were together eyes flashing at me with the promise of secrets kept.

You can fucking read my mind and when we are together, you blow me away.

Before we met, I went through the motions of life, never really knowing what I was missing. I have known my share of women and I enjoy sex just as much as the next guy but the truth is sex was pretty routine and I wouldn’t exactly call it fun. I secretly craved a sexually confident older woman.

Driven to find such a woman I drifted from partner to partner. I never gave up believing I could find an older woman who would accept me instead of trying to change me and would enjoy having sex with me. I want to feel so comfortable talking about sex with a woman that we hold nothing back from one another. I want it to be fun, funny and exciting…not just orgasmic. Been there done tons enough of that.

I wanted a woman who would tell me or show me what she needs to make sex fun for her. I want to find the true freedom that comes from being in tune with, knowing and trusting your partner. I want to stroke and pleasure a woman like no man before me. I want her climaxing while I hold her in my arms and press into her exact right pleasure points….

The sound of horn behind me,wakes me from my thoughts and I proceed through the green light, waving an apology to the driver behind me. I heaved a big sigh and gave my stiff self a squeeze as I accelerated.

Then you appear in my life…out of the blue. Life can turn on a dime and it did that weekend when I was doing time at the trade show. Even though you were dressed in company provided khaki pants and a black polo shirt with your company logo on it,I was doing the latest floor cleaning gizmo demos and you were the cable TV sales rep, I still couldn’t take my eyes off you. (For more great sex tips, check this free video)

Now, standing outside of the cafe, I watch you walking up, every bit of 5 foot 2 inches of spitfire in a black leather pencil skirt, a white wife beater with, do my eyes deceive me, red bra straps peeking out for fun. The smile on your face lets me know that you know just how exciting tonight is going to be. As you approach I notice you are wearing the thin, black, lace, collar I sent you. Holding back a grin, I reach for your hand. “You look great, baby.” I say in a low voice as I pull you close to me and kiss the tip of your nose.

You lean your head back, eyes closed, mouth open. I have never had a woman respond to me like this. “Oh baby.” I say again feeling stupid for having such a small vocabulary at the moment. Cherry red lips that I want to taste, your soft pink tongue waiting for my touch. The desires is almost too great to resist, a public display of affection is going to happen here and the thought of it sends a shock wave of electricity up my spine.

My mouth dry and the awkwardness of our current surroundings finally sinking in, I turn you away and arm over your shoulders, guide us into the little Tandoori place across the street. While we’re waiting to order, the heat is rising as our non-verbal conversation sizzles as we play the eyegasm game.

You changed our sexual future when you told me this. I clearly remember you saying. ‘You’re going to have a helluva easier time getting into my panties if you get into my mind first.” I almost choked on my Corona trying to pretend that all women talk to me like this.

Then you told me about eyegasms. Once you explained how hot it was for you to have eye contact while we are thinking sexy thoughts about one another when we are out socially, I never waste an opportunity to play with you that way. You were 100% right. There is something to this eyegasm thing.

It seemed like forever until we are finally seated in our booth. Our wine is chilling in the bucket and the waiter is standing directly behind me asking you about your entree when I scribble the following message on the cocktail napkin. “I can make you convulse in 3 minutes.” You are adorable trying to stay focused on ordering your steak. Gotta love a meat eating girl. I love teasing you like this.

The waiter finally leaves and I put my hand under the table and lift your leg, into my lap. I slip off the 4” stiletto and massage your foot. I know that when I press my thumbs into the center of the sole of your foot and gently stroke outward, first left and right and then up and down, you always get aroused.

Knowing what to expect and enjoying the fact that you are so turned on, I now meet your gaze as you squirm a little bit in your seat with a gasp and a shiver. I hold your calf firmly with one hand and continue to knead the bottom of your foot stroking in a figure 8 with my thumb.

I know exactly when you start to climax. We have an agreement that eyegasms are just that. Feasts of the eyes in the heart of passion and pleasure. Your breath picks up and you bite your lower lip. Every time. Then you stretch your leg toward me so your foot rests on my, by now, rock hard self and let yourself go.

You are a master of the Inner O, that Inner Orgasm that echoes outward in powerful and silent waves. I love being with you and watching you ride the wave in a public place. Your face is beautiful when you cum, eyes closed, lips barely parted and breathing hard, you slip into a pleasure orbit of your own. Once you start to shiver in for a landing, you open your eyes and stretch. Can’t wait to get my mouth on you in the car later, you whisper. “”Oh baby” I say with the two word vocabulary you reduce me to. You are a rock star.

“Your salads.” The waiter announced to which you lose it in a fit of giggles. I laugh too and then so does the waiter, though I am sure he is thoroughly confused. If he only knew.

Damn I’m glad you walked into my life, girl.

Part 2: He wanted to watch….

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How To Make Sure You Give Her An Orgasm: 3 Secrets From The Master

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God you are good.....

God you are good…..

Don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be… It’s EASY to give a woman an orgasm.  Thanks for this guest post by Alex Allman.

There’s a LOT more to being a great lover than just that… but the simple fact remains, most guys still struggle with giving women powerful orgasms, many guys aren’t sure if their woman is even having orgasms.

When I was younger and single I was simply amazed by how many women I dated had never had an orgasm before me (the accepted number is 1 in 7). I was especially amazed because these women were sexually experienced (some had been married previously). And even more amazed because…


I’m not bragging here… I don’t have a huge cock, I didn’t bang them for hours like an olympic stallion, and I didn’t do some advanced tantric energy technique that I discovered in an ancient cave painting in India.

Three Simple Things You NEED TO Know

There are only 3 simple things that you need to know to give ANY woman an orgasm, and there is no reason that you can’t do all 3 very quickly and easily. I’ll explain all 3 of them in this article..

First of all…

You are with 1 of 3 types of women:

1) A “sexual bungee-jumper” who understands her own body and how to reach orgasm and can surrender to it any time, any where. All you have to do is show up. She knows how to shift her hips THERE, slow you down or speed you up a little like THAT, close her eyes and… BAM!

Instant orgasm.  (Angel Says Oh MY Yes!)

Women like this can curl one leg under their ass while sitting in a crowded room, rock back and forth a bit on their heel, and have a nice little orgasm in the middle of a lecture hall, movie theater, or restaurant.

She makes you feel like a CHAMPION because the sex is always so great… but also might make you a little insecure because you know that she’s going to be able to have great sex with plenty of other guys too.

2) A woman who struggles to orgasm… who can climax with some men, but not with others, or who can climax with a vibrator, but not with a man, or who just takes a long time to warm up, and a long, long time to “get there”.

A woman like this can make you feel like a hero or a zero, because if you can’t do the trick, she’s likely to get very frustrated with you. If she’s not planning on seeing you again, she’s going to fake it for sure because talking to you about it, in her experience, is NOT going to help.

3) A woman who has never had an orgasm and is worried that maybe she just can’t.

A woman like this tends to blame herself. She feels broken and unworthy of your love, and she most often will fake it so that she doesn’t have to deal with the conversation.

Now, of course, it’s not like 3 switches on a machine, there is a ton of gray between each of these types and extremes of each.

Here’s a question from a reader who’s with the 3rd type >>>

Hi Alex. I love your news letters and all of your articles …oh and your book. The ways you have helped me to understand my self both authentically and deeply go beyond words. I cannot thank you enough Alex :-).

I’m in a relationship with a noticeably younger woman who was a virgin. I’d like some advice from you for her climaxing. At this point we have had sex about 25 – 30 times all of which she says she gets close but cannot quite go over the edge. Some things to note is that she is allergic to latex, a vibrator doesn’t seem to peek her interest(we tried one briefly), we have tried multiple positions and another thing is she comes from a family that puts a lot of shame on sexuality and she says she has never had an orgasm or tried for one through masturbation.

I personally think most of it is psychological. I told her we should get drunk and have sex one time to see how that goes since being intoxicated tends to remove a persons filter. I have not fully read your book but have gone over most of it. I feel like your book helps those who understand their sexuality or at least have a little bit of an idea. […] I guess for now I am looking for more general advice on virgins, anything you can do to help would be greatly appreciated.

I look forward to hearing from you Alex

Thanks for writing in my friend.

This has very little to do with the fact that your woman is a virgin and a lot more to do with the fact that you haven’t “fully read the book.”

*head smack* …WHY are you writing to me before you fully read the book?!

Giving your girl an orgasm is EASY.

It may take some practice, but so did driving when you first started, and you can do that while checking your email, listening to the radio, and talking to your friend in the other seat. In other words: Driving is easy, right?

(Quick note: If she is allergic to latex, go ahead and get some polyurethane condoms. Trojan and Avanti both make them, and I actually much prefer them for sensation.)

**IMPORTANT: The NUMBER ONE (#1, numero uno, the big secret) that you must get is that you two have to stop TRYING to give her an orgasm, and just focus on having prolonged, enjoyable, playful, hot, sweet, entirely pleasurable sex.  (From Angel: Preach it brother!!)

Forget the orgasm. Orgasm takes care of itself when you are taking care of having fun, having connection, and having pleasure.

Here’s the reason why:

Men can’t get an erection if they feel pressured. Women can’t have an orgasm if they feel pressured.

Put a gun to a man’s head and tell him he’s got 5 minutes to get hard or you’ll blow his brains out and you’ve got a dead man. It simply can’t be done.

You want her to come, she wants to come, she feels like she’s not quite enough until she comes, she feels like she’s always a little bit of a disappointment to you until she comes… in other words: There’s pressure on her to come.

Here’s another example: Have you ever gone out to an expensive nightclub, paid a big wad of cash to get in (maybe more than you were comfortable spending), and then the drinks inside are seriously breaking the bank, and you start feeling like you have to have a LOT of fun to make it worth the money you just paid, and you end up having a dull night because of the pressure you put on yourself to have fun?

I have. The best nights are the ones with no expectations, just easy enjoyment.

Okay, I think you get the idea. You must change the FOCUS of your love making.

Now, with that out of the way, here are THE 3 ESSENTIALS TO GIVE ANY WOMAN AN ORGASM:

1) Arousal

No turn on, no orgasm. You can rub your penis all day long, but if you’re not aroused and you’re just rubbing the limp thing, you are not going to come, right?

Arousal happens in the brain. You see a pretty girl, you think about sex, you smell a girl’s perfume… something triggers sexual THOUGHTS, and you get turned on.

Same for her.

If she’s not turned on, you’re wasting your time.

And here’s the thing, just because you strip off your clothing and start kissing her doesn’t mean you are turning her on (though that certainly might work!). You’ve got to take the time and effort to actually make sure you’ve got her turned on FIRST.

2) Stimulation

Now it’s time to apply some simple stimulation to an erogenous part of her body to increase her arousal and begin to trigger the neural networks that lead towards orgasm.

The clitoris is the easy button here, but a woman can orgasm from stimulation to her g-spot, her anterior fornix, her labia, her nipples, her neck, her toes, or just about any other part of her body, and in fact, you can even just stimulate her brain and give her an orgasm with just your words (ask any credible hypnotist).

3) Surrender

Once she’s aroused and you are applying the right stimulation, she’s got to be willing to let go and release into it.

This is a huge deal for most women (though about 15% of women are those “sexual bungee jumpers” and have zero issue with surrendering any time, any place).

Surrender requires that she feels safe and invited to let go, and that means trusting herself enough, trusting you enough, trusting the environment enough, or all three.

Now if you get good enough at creating the space and the erotic trust for a woman to surrender then you can give her “permission” to have an orgasm pretty much any place, any time, and with ease.


There is no step 4. These the only things required to make any woman have an orgasm.

Now in the case of this email, you said that your girlfriend comes from an environment of sexual shame, and no doubt, that is creating some difficulty for her to surrender. She doesn’t yet trust herself to go to this place.

When you suggest alcohol, you are onto to the correct idea, but because YOU suggested it it has created more pressure (she knows she’s not completely pleasing you until she manages to have an orgasm), AND you are suggesting to her that it’s her fault, inside her head, and that she’s got to get to surrender herself (more pressure).

And I’ll tell you, that’s not impossible. It might work, and some day she may ultimately have her first orgasm through her own journey into self trust (with or without alcohol or a little weed).

But the EASY button here is to show her how by creating so much erotic trust in you that she can just surrender it all to you without needing to do all of that pesky self-work.

So look,  I know that some guys just “get” this and can simply apply the 3 steps and go give women orgasms on command.

But I also know that MOST guys will have some serious questions or doubts about one of these steps, and I can already tell you that I’ll have a jammed in-box tomorrow morning with…

– How do get her “AROUSED”?

– What do I do to “STIMULATE” her?

– What are the steps to create “erotic trust” and get her to “SURRENDER” into orgasm? (For some men this might even be, “what the heck are you even talking about with this ‘surrender’ thing?”

I assure you, none of them are hard if you know what you’re doing.

If you already have Revolutionary Sex, then you probably already have everything you need right there. I go deep into EROTIC TRUST in that book.

But if you’re looking for direct, no-nonsense explanations, exercises, and examples of each of these 3 steps… if you are just looking for the simple “how to” on giving orgasms, quickly and easily, every time, then do yourself a GIGANTIC FAVOR and just go download your copy of:

“ORGASMS! Screaming, Sheet-Shredding, Multiple Orgasms!”

A little dramatic, I know, but it’s pretty much self explanatory as to what you get when you get the product.

It’s fast, it’s easy, and it’s clear. Just like her orgasms should be.

After you go through it the first time, you’ll wonder why you were making things so hard for yourself.

For Passion,

Alex Allman

PS, Recommended in this article:

Revolutionary Sex – A complete course on having a brilliant sex life, erotic trust, and deep, intense sexual chemistry with a woman that goes way beyond orgasm, and deals with issues around your own body, her body, and how create passion together.

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I forgot I could feel like this….

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Just what the doctor ordered....

Just what the doctor ordered….

Another magical tale by Angel and Eddie R

We needed this trip….badly. Between selling the house and work I could feel the tension in the both of us. The snapping and snarking was more frequent and I hated us this way.

Cruising the highway to the B&B, I decompressed and found myself day dreaming about the first time we stayed at the old Victorian home. My hand moved from the gear shift in the Mercedes rental to your thigh. Your hand moved onto mine. You smiled and closed your eyes. The sun was on your face and hair. I squeezed your hand. You squeezed back.

By the time we hit the driveway the rain was starting. Light but steady, cooling but not cold. I pulled to a stop and leaned over and watched you. I brushed your hair around your ear and kissed your neck. “We’re here sweetheart,” I whispered before I kissed your beautiful mouth.

You stretched like a cat and turned to hug me.

“Mmmmm…Yay!” You smile back. God. I hadn’t seen this cute you for way too long. I love you like this. I pull you close and bury my face in your hair. “I’ll grab the luggage.” I said. “I’ll meet you in the parlor.”

The warm and inviting B&B is exactly the same as I remembered from the dated furniture in the front room to the squeak in the floorboard as I stepped up to the check in desk. The innkeepers wife pulled you into a giant embrace and said in her heavy italian accent, “I have your room all ready for you. The wine is cooling and there are some snacks ready for you.”

Even though we are enjoying the company of the homeowners we are both eager to get to our room and we are flirting as we talk. Eyegasms you call them…those soulful gazes that I can’t tear my eyes from that tell me exactly how much you want me to please you. You swear that you can cum just looking at me looking at you. Something about this place makes me realize what I, we, have been missing for awhile. Desire, passion, eyegasms.

I can see you glancing over at me.

You know what my look is all about. You look back and instantly we lock eyes. You can feel me even from over here on the other side of the room. My mouth suddenly runs totally dry and my breath is in my throat.

You are visibly moved by my look and the feelings I am projecting toward you. A beautiful flush comes over your face as you keep your eye contact. Knowing that you are cumming over there, watching your chest rise and fall quickly and you biting your lower lip, I am about ready to carry you off right in front of them.

“I think they could feel it” I say to you, as the old italian couple finally left the room. “Feel what?” you answer coyly. I smile at your answer and pull you close. “I miss this part of us.” I whisper. “Me too.” You sigh back.

I fall back on the bed glad to be here and glad to be free from the me back home. “Baby, I’m going to take a shower,” you say. Laying there on the bed, I follow you into the shower in my mind. Soft water on your beautiful naked skin. Lather from the soap on my hands I slowly stroke your body before I turn you toward me and your soft lips….even though I sorely want you in my hands, arms and mouth, I’m going to let you have your time alone. I want you relaxed and I am in no hurry. Now it’s my turn to bite my lip.

Returning to the room, still wet from the shower, your skin sparkles in the candlelight.

The thick white towel wrapped around you starts to slip off. You move toward me and put your hands on my shoulders. The candle light is dancing on your skin. I lean forward and kiss your shoulder, the drops of water taste like honey. I run my tongue on your skin and taste the sweet water. My lips move to your neck never leaving your skin.

I can feel you breathe in deeply as my hands move to your hips. The towel slips away as I move my hands on to your warm behind. I grasp firmly as I kiss behind your ear and you bury your head in my nook. I love that.

Our mouths meet and I feel you let yourself relax under my touch. I pick you up and carry you to the bed. I lay you on your back. “God you are beautiful” I gasp as I see your breasts in the candle light. They are natural and perfect to me. I stretch out next to you and I cup one and kiss the nipple. I can feel it get hard quickly as my tongue swirls and tastes.

“I want your skin.” you manage to squeak out. “I want you naked.”

The last year is gone and the passion stored up is coming out all at once. You slide your hands to my belt and make short work of it. Across the room it goes. The pants and underwear both at the same time. My very apparent excitement shows and you giggle and gasp at the same time.

That delicious and naughty smile that I adore comes across your face and you take your fingers and gently run them the length of my excitement. Again and again. You finally grasp it with your hand and stroke it slowly but not letting me get to close.

My eyes close and my jaw clinches. I can hear the fire crackling and the rain on the roof as I try to control myself focusing on the moment. “Oh baby…I have missed this so much.” I whisper to you. I pull you to me and kiss you, tasting and nibbling on your lips and tongue. You respond like magic to my kisses. You arch your back and your hips rise up to meet my hand. I cant help it any longer and I slide my hand up your thigh reaching for your sweetness. Your legs swing open and a shiver of anticipation hits you.

It is so worth waiting for this moment.

When you are ready, you always let me know. Finally I push my full length into you. Its easy as you are slippery and eager for me to be inside. You moan loudly as the entire length my desire fills you.

I hold your hips and push you up and down on me. “I need you, baby, I need you.” I gasp as the passion-the desire hits me all at once. You sit back a bit and your hands push on my chest. “Oh my god” I say loudly.

“I want you so bad, I need you so bad.” You pant….it comes out mostly in breath not so much in words.

You look into my eyes. And start to move your hips on me back and forth. Grinding me. Taking me. I….can…… barely….. hold…..on. I push down your hips harder. I lean forward and kiss your breast licking and nibbling. We move faster in perfect rhythm. I reach around and massage your gorgeous moving ass, my fingers exploring the most private parts of you as you ride me.

I can tell you are close. moaning, panting, scratching at me. Like an animal. I’m close too. The light on you is glorious and your breasts move up and down. I cant hold it anymore. At last orgasm overtakes you. Powerful and gripping. Your hands pound on my chest and grip my muscles as the waves hit you. I love watching you cum.

 “Now baby, now. I love how hard you are.”

That is my trigger and I push you down hard on me and go off like an explosion. It tingles through my spine, an orgasm like none before. I can’t stop thrusting as I feel you cum again this time staring into my eyes. “I love you.” you whisper. “I love you so much.”

You fall on me completely spent. Your weight on me feels spectacular. Warm and soft, I embrace you and hold you tight. Our bodies now relaxed and I stroke your hair as you fall asleep on my chest. “I love you too, baby.” I say back softly. I start to let my mind drift.

This is how it was.  This is what I want.  All I can think about is how much I loved you then and how much I want that now. Holding you close and feeling your breathing start to slow and fall into rhythm, I know what I need to do next.  “I love you, Baby,” I whisper as I squeeze my arms around you a little tighter.  Spooning you we both find easy sleep.

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“How do you get your boyfriend to feel up your breast and nipples?”

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I wish you would…..

Hi Angel,

I am going out with a new guy and he goes from kissing me to reaching for my crotch before I am ready. I know that when a man is sweet to my breasts and spends time there teasing and pleasing me, I get turned on enough to let him touch me down there. How do I tell him? I don’t want to hurt his feelings. My last boyfriend got pissed when I tried to tell him what to do. What did I do wrong?

Frustrated in Fresno

Hi Frustrated,

I hear you!!! One of the reasons I love teaching erotic story telling to men is to clue them in on what it takes to have a woman open her legs….on her own. There is no more powerful moment in love-making than a woman who swings her legs open out of hunger and desire. When men can do this for their lady, great sex is sure to follow! (More Orgasm Tips for Men: Click Here)

Don’t try to talk about it while making out. You know you have a problem here but at this point, he doesn’t. Go ahead and kiss and make out. When he moves toward your crotch, take his hand and stretch your arm down so his hand is near your knee. Hold his fingers lovingly. You are in charge here. If things go too fast for you and you are not turned on enough, tell him you have to go to the bathroom and interrupt the game.

Here are 3 sure fire tips for telling your guy what you need to feel super turned on….without making him feel clueless or insecure about his sex skills. (You know how they don’t like to read directions. LOL)

Tip #1: The OREO Method (How to Sugar Coat it): Go out for coffee or a glass of wine. Tell him it turns you on to flirt in public and ask for him to pick the place. The Oreo method is a way of sugar coating a request. You start off with something sweet and complimentary, you ask for the thing you want and then you finish with something sweet.

For example: “I love being with you, you are so sweet to me. Do you mind if I ask you something personal? “(Guys usually say yes so, go ahead) “Is it awkward for you to have a woman make suggestions about what’s on the sex menu when you are in a couple?” (Take note of his answer) Then if you can ask, “On a scale of 1 to 10 with 1 being awkward and 10 being comfortable, where do you stand with a lady telling you her preferences.” (Note Answer) Then you say, “Thanks so much for letting me know that. I like how open you are that way.” Take his hand and kiss it. Look up at him and let him feel connected to you.

He will probably have something to say at this point. Let him ask a question or comment. When you come across as wanting to know HIS viewpoint or perspective on the issue of sexual communication, it will tend to disarm him. Remember most everyone feels awkward talking about pleasure with a new partner.

Now what do you do with the information?

Tip #2 – The Hotness Scale (Make It Stupid Easy)

If he is pretty comfy talking about what you like, 8-10, that is great. With this guy you can be fairly direct. One approach that works is to compare your sexcapades to a road trip with or without GPS. Without GPS, you might get there and you might have fun along the way but it is bound to be frustrating as hell. WIth GPS, you plug in your destination and listen for cues.

Tell your guy that you want to play and have fun with sex. Tell him that keeping it fun for both of you is your biggest turn on. Then tell him all he needs to do is to check in with you to find out how turned on you are while you are messing around….that’s it. Just like heat in a Thai dinner entree, you are either hot or not and telling him simply, clearly and with the utmost respect will work like a charm.

Now let’s say he checks in and you say: “I am cruising at a 3.5 baby.”

Now there are times that 3.5 is terrific. For example, let’s say you two are at a restaurant and he is holding your hand under the table, massaging your palm with his hand on your thigh. Being turned on is delicious. It is what I call the O-Zone. Pre-orgasmic and completely irresistible. But….

If you guys are in the back of the car making out like kids and he thinks you are at a 12 and you are cruising at 3.5, it means a whole different thing. Once again, tell him again that you love having sex with him and that all you want is to make sure he knows what will keep you in the O-Zone. The easier you can make it for your guy to read where you are sexually, the better. No more faking it. If he is missing the mark, so to speak, let’s help him find it.

Sometimes the GPS says “Make a legal u turn at the next intersection.” Use that metaphor to tell your man, hey, go back up to those nipples for awhile.
Have fun with this man, he wants to please you and will adore your feedback.

Tip #3 – The SALT Method (Make Him Thirsty For More)

If he feels awkward talking about sex, score 4-7,  you have a little work cut out for you. A guy who feels more awkward than comfortable may be threatened by your confidence. You know that your breasts and nipples are being ignored and that is not good. You also know that he has some other very nice traits and sexually, there is chemistry. With this man, I suggest the SALT method. This is the sure fire cure and will also work with the OREO guys.

Tell your guy before you start making out…somewhere after the first few kisses (and if you whisper in his ear, he will follow you anywhere.) Say, “I have an idea that will make tonight really, really good.” Wait for his breath to settle down a little and then whisper: “I think you will really like it.” Wait now while he pleads with you to tell him. In fact, kiss him a bit and make him wait.

Then, take a deep breath and say, “Baby, I want to feel your hands on my breasts and your mouth on my nipples….it makes me tremble to think about it.”

If that doesn’t work, he is not the one.

If he is scores 3 and under he is very uninformed and may be pretty intimidated by a sexually confident woman. I would send him over to read up on Revolutionary Sex by Alex Allman. Alex is the master of helping men learn how to please women properly. I highly recommend him

I hope this helps, Frustrated. Be sure to write back and let me know!

The real reason she doesn’t want sex with you tonight

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Unhappy couple not talking after an argument in bed at homeGuest Post by Alex Allman

Sometimes you can trigger all of a woman’s sexual feelings and emotions…

And other times all you seem to trigger are her “let’s just be friends” defensive systems…


Single guys are usually painfully aware of this balance between “there’s going to be sex” and “let’s just be friends”, but this same balance exists in every relationship and in every marriage…

You arrive home with your wife (or live-in girlfriend) from a night at a movie, and you’re in the mood for a little fun in bed… and sometimes you can FEEL her connect with your sexual chemistry, and she shivers with pleasure when you touch her and you can’t get each other’s clothing off fast enought–

But then other times the circuit just doesn’t connect and she just wants to go to sleep, and you’re left frustrated.

It would be easy to say, “well, she was tired, she had a long day.”

Sure, that happens. If she really got no sleep last night and there’s all sorts of stress in her life– there’s plenty of things that can take a woman out of “the mood.”

But MOST of the time, you’d be amazed at how much control YOU have over whether or not she’s feeling in the mood.

It has to do with what we sometimes call “sexual chemistry,” and when you can make her feel that connection, any woman will very happily give up a few hours of sleep, or just about anything else to get you on top of her.

So here’s a question, single guy:

You are out with a woman you met online, and clearly you have some intellectual chemistry– she’s laughing at your jokes, she thinks you’re interesting, and you feel yourself getting really powerfully physically attracted to her– YOU definitely want to take things to the next level.

But does she?

What is the secret to making her take the jump from, “this guy is an interesting person,” to “I want this man to fuck my brains out right now!”?

And for you, married guy:

You can have a great evening with your wife, you can be having a great conversation, but if you are in the mood for love-making, you know that there is still a bridge to cross between her feeling that: “my husband is my best friend” feeling, to that “my husband is so sexy I need his cock inside of me RIGHT NOW” feeling.

In BOTH cases, the difference is whether you are interacting to her as a person, or as a MAN.

Her sexual feelings are driven by the differences in your genders, and man-behavior, or masculine sexuality is the driver for her wanting to get sexual with you.

There are an infinite number of ways to be sexually masculine, (And I get deeply into this topic in my ORGASMS program… though I’ll probably be creating a program specifically on “how to do masculine for your woman” in the near future)… but for this post I’ll focus on the “easy-button” of sexual masculinity: Leading and dominance.

Note that “dominance” or “leading” are not the only way to give your woman a sexy hit of your masculinity, but they are commonly talked about, because they are a) obvious, and b) easy to do.

I’m going to tell you exactly HOW you do that in a way that makes her FEEL powerful sexual chemistry, but first, let me quickly explain the “why.”

Humans have evolved across millions of years to very carefully select who they will have children with.

For a man, this decision is not a big deal because, theoretically, a man could easily impregnate 7 women in 7 days. He can afford some “trial and error” in his choice of a mate.

But for a woman this calculation is very different. She can only get pregnant once every couple of years and each time she does, especially in the natural world, she risks death.

She only has so many opportunities to get it right. So women must be much more sexually selective than men.

That’s why men are often accused of being willing to jump into bed with just about anything, and women are the selectors who often say, “no.”

CONSCIOUSLY, a woman is not thinking about whether or not you are good genetic stock for mating when she is deciding whether or not she’s “in the mood”. She’s generally not CONSCIOUSLY thinking about babies at all, except maybe to make sure that somebody is using birth control to prevent having one.

But UNCONSCIOUSLY, her animal brain is absolutely absorbed in that calculation, like a computer program running in the background. And it is making decisions that cause her to be either aroused or not aroused based exactly on these calculations.

Not only that, but because women are more likely to get pregnant when they experience powerful orgasms, they are wired to have more of these powerful orgasms when these “arousal calculations” go well.

There is no evolutionary advantage to a woman experiencing powerful orgasms with a man who has a large penis or who knows a special way to use his tongue… which is why those things are NOT what make the most incredible sex happen (which you already know if you’ve read Revolutionary Sex).

Instead women have their most powerful orgasms when they feel sexual chemistry, trust, and intimacy. Because she has all sorts of built in instincts for feeling sexual chemistry for the RIGHT man.

This, by the way, is a darn good argument for checking out my video, so I think I’ll just put a link right here for the guy that wants to give his woman the most powerful orgasms of her life right now: Download Revolutionary Sex

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I don’t want size to matter but it does…what do I do?

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Guest Post by Alex Allman

Dear Alex,  My husband Mark is an amazing lover but I can’t keep from thinking about my ex who had a huge penis.  I feel guilty because I love Mark so much, but I miss feeling filled up like that.

How could this be?!Sexy muscular naked man and female hands unbuckle his jeans

Thinking fast I said to Jennifer, “What if I could give you guys some sex positions and techniques that you could use that would make it FEEL bigger inside of you.”

“Oh yes!” she exclaimed, suddenly filled with hope, “that might be exactly what we need!”

So I shot a video for her with specific ideas and techniques around exactly that idea:  Making her husband’s penis FEEL bigger inside of her.

She called back a few days later gushing with gratitude.  The sex positions worked, she said, and now Mark felt positively HUGE inside of her… even BIGGER than her ex-lover… so big in fact that she could hardly handle it and had to beg for mercy after he kept using the techniques over and over.

I hung up the phone feeling like a million bucks!  The great Alex Allman comes to the rescue again and saves another marriage!

…Unfortunately, I was celebrating too soon, but more on that in a minute…

After getting the great reviews from Jennifer on the new techniques and sex positions, I figured I should create a program for my customers who suffered from the same problems, or who simply had a below average sized penis and wanted to learn how to make it feel BIG.

The first thing I did was to launch 2 giant surveys to my readers, one for the men and one for the women, to see if anyone was really interested.  The results further surprised me!  So I ended up calling and conducting personal interviews with dozens and dozens of the thousands of men and women who responded.

In the end I had a set of research, data, and information about penis size that nobody else in the world knew about, and the beginnings of some very important work.

One of the first things that surprised me was that NEARLY ALL of the men said that they wished they had a bigger penis… even if they were already way above average!

In fact, and this really shocked me, MORE THAN HALF of my male readers said that they had purchased some kind of penis enlargement program.  Many of them said that they purchased the program EVEN THOUGH THEY KNEW IT WAS PROBABLY BOGUS.  It’s just that it was “worth a try” because they were so desperate to be bigger.

And again, many of these men were already average or above average.

I got a mountain-sized pile of email in the following weeks from men begging me to release my new program with the techniques and positions for making it FEEL bigger (plus new techniques I was developing to make it LOOK bigger too)…

Along the way I also learned some crazy things about the penis enlargement business and the community that has grown around it.  You might already know that it’s impossible to get any significant growth from any of these pills, pumps, or stretching exercises… but you probably don’t know how DANGEROUS many of them are, and how there is a growing epidemic of men showing up to Emergency Rooms with horrific and sudden injuries to their penises from “jelqing” and other stretching techniques!

A big part of why men are so desperate to be bigger is because of pornography.  Even if a man “knows” in his mind that he is average (most men have read the truth about this, that the average length of an erect penis is 5.88 inches), his experience still says otherwise:

A man who watches a lot of porn might have seen a few thousand penises… and no matter what the “average” is supposed to be, from his perspective, after seeing thousands, he’s got the smallest penis that he has personally ever seen!

It’s hard for men to get past this psychologically.

Of course more and more women watch porn too, and so of course this skews their perspective as well.

Needless to say, I knew that I was creating something important, and I set to work on my new “Unleash The Beast” program to give men secrets, techniques, and more… so that they could look and feel huge in the bedroom, regardless of what size they were born with.

But the most important thing that I uncovered was how much this psychological problem of men feeling small (even if they aren’t), was a much more problematic issue than the physical part.

And, in fact, I got a call a few weeks later from Jennifer.  Things were bad again with Mark and she needed my help.

I was crushed.

Yes, it was true that during sex now his penis felt much bigger… HUGE even… but now she realized that she was simply becoming less and less attracted to him.


Because of his psychological insecurities around having a smaller-than-average penis.

It turned out that what she noticed most of all between Mark and her ex-lover who had a big penis, was that her ex-lover had the CONFIDENCE and swagger of a guy who was big, and it was that confidence that made him more passionate in bed.

Mark was constantly TRYING SO HARD TO COMPENSATE for his lack of size (that’s why he had studied tantra for years, and that’s why now he was now OVER-USING the techniques I had shown them until it HURT her)… when they had sex, instead of being focused on his passionate desire for his wife, all of his focus was on the technique… all of his focus was on over-compensating for his psychological insecurities around his small penis.

A LOT of counseling and coaching followed to help Mark get past his feelings of inadequacy, so that he could show up for Jennifer in a way that was more masculine and sexually attractive…

And, of course, all of this meant a lot more work had to go into “Unleash The Beast” before I could release it to my impatient customers.

I’m hoping to share more about my research with you in the next couple of days.

I’ve only talked about the men’s side of the issue so far, but the results from the women’s survey were equally unexpected and important.

Have you ever wondered if women lie to men about penis size? 

I’ve got the answer for you.

I actually shot a video for my own readers about the important things I learned about women and penis size issues, and if Gaby gives me permission, I’ll share those results with you too!

For more info on Unleash The Beast, click here.

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Be a Man Who Knows How to Give Your Woman Multiple Orgasms

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Guest Post by Alex Allman

Yes please.

Yes please.

Believing that you are a fabulous lover and that what you are doing FEELS GREAT to your partner is absolutely MAGICAL. (How to make her ask you for sex….)

Of course this is not a 100% thing, and there are things you can do that simply feel irritating to your lover (this will be different for different humans), but if you are doing something your lover might enjoy… and you have a strong belief that it’s driving them up the wall with pleasure… it will.

This is also true of whether or not something is a turn-on for your partner. Your clear and obvious belief that it’s hot (and the fact that it’s super-hot for you), and your lack of insecurity or doubt will almost always be a turn-on for your partner.

On the other hand, when you are tentative or doubtful, it will almost never work well.

For example, if you are trying an oral sex technique and you’re tentative or worried about your partner’s enjoyment, instead of, “Ummm… oooohhhh…”, you’re more likely to hear, “what’s wrong?”

Or worse, if there is something that really turns you on that you want to share with your partner, but you have deep doubts or fears about it… That attitude can kill what otherwise might have been great shared fun if you believed he/she would have enjoyed it.

Sex really is a case where “magical thinking” can work.

If you really believe that licking your girlfriends earlobe can give her an orgasm, and it turns you on to do it… there’s an excellent chance that you’ll give her her first ear-gasm (and either way, she’s probably going to love it!).

Yes, of course, some things work better than others, but all things being equal, there are few things that are better for great sex than your “magical thinking” belief that you’re great in bed.

(Check out my new “Revolutionary Sex” program if you want ideas on things that work better than others and how to dramatically improve your “beliefs” if they are negative).

Now let’s take this one level deeper…

Believing your way to great sex also has a “Sexual Polarity” spin to it. You can express both masculine (giving/penetrating) and feminine (receiving,surrendering) with this idea.

When a woman strongly believes that her man is great in bed, and deeply trusts that what he is doing is going to launch her into outer space and galaxies of pleasure… it does!

Her belief also reinforces his belief, and his belief reinforces her belief.

The belief in his masculine ability to give her pleasure becomes surrender itself and brings forth even more of his masculine energy.

(And, of course, there’s no reason that this can’t go in both directions when the male partner is receiving and in his feminine sexual polarity… the sexual terms in this case do not refer to whether you were born with a cock or a pussy).

Learning how to invent belief with the power of your mind is the trick, and it works (much) better if you are both playing the same game. A woman’s lack of belief in her man makes it much harder for him to create and maintain his belief, and vice versa.

But when you get it right, it really is magical how much more powerful your orgasms can become, how much faster you can become aroused, and how much more fun you can have making love together.

For Passion,


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Cougar Erotica – “Maybe I Should Change My Flight….”

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Sexy Stranger At The Airport by Angel and Danny G.

For as long as I can remember, I have fantasized about having a no strings attached rendezvous with an older and sexually savvy woman.

Stuck in an airport and sipping my dry martini, I found myself glancing around the bar.  There were a couple of hot younger girls with short skirts and deeply low cut blouses that showed off very tempting and luscious breasts.

Been there and done plenty of that.

No, this time, I want a lady.  An older and wiser woman who loves sex as much as I do.  Once again, erotic scenes flew into my mind and a new daydream drew my attention away from the hustling airport crowd around me.

“Excuse me” the bartender’s voice pulled me back to the present.

“Another?” he asked. I checked my watch.  “Sure,” I said.  “Thanks.”

Surveying the bar crowd,  I noticed you playing with your olive with a disinterested air. I could see that your mind was elsewhere. I had caught your eye a couple times earlier but I was sure you were looking right through me. I was surprised this time when a smile crossed your face.

“Would you like another martini?” I asked.  I suddenly felt clumsy and awkward as a teenager.  I could not help but notice the warmth of your eyes and that hot red dress hugging your toned curves.

“Why thank you, how sweet of you.” As the bartender shook our drinks, I moved a stool closer to you and tried my best at small talk. The chemistry was tying my tongue in knots and I was relieved when you started telling me the story of how you happened to be in the San Antonio airport when your destination was NYC. We laughed and shared a few air travel dramas. The martinis were working their magic and I could see that you were relaxing and enjoying my company.

I reached to take a drink and brushed your bare arm. An electric shock passing through my body. I looked into your beautiful green eyes and saw that you had felt the spark too. “You are awfully young,” you said with a twinkle in your smile and a wink. I slowly reached out my foot and caressed the side of your foot with mine. “I hope you won’t hold that against me,” I laughed.

As we sipped our drinks, I kiddingly said, “Maybe I should change my flight and catch a connecting flight from LaGuardia instead of Dulles.” My hand reached for your back and I gently massaged your shoulder. I felt you stiffen just for a moment and with disbelief I felt you lean into my touch. Irresistibly drawn, I kissed your temple as my fingers swept into the hair at the nape of your neck. I felt you shiver.

“See if you can change your flight.” You whispered to me as you slid your hand ever so enticingly up my thigh. You turned toward me, closed your eyes and kissed me slow and soft. Lips tender and responsive. I felt a rush below that pretty much paralyzed me.

I reached for my Ipad and began looking for options. Your flight left at 10. I was a man with a mission. This time your hand was on my neck, skillfully squeezing the tightness and gently running your fingernails into my hairline. Fuck. I had to change that flight. I didn’t even know your name.

Privilege has its perks and it didn’t take long to navigate myself into the first class seat right next to yours.  You excuse yourself and leave me to order another martini.  I watched you walk away and licked my lips.  That ass pressed with the red fabric tugging tightly at the curves was taking my breath away.

Breathe, I said to myself. Breathe.  I suddenly felt the pressure and excitement all at the same time.  I hadn’t felt like this for a very long time.  The younger girls are impossible to please.  I love being with a woman who is sexually confident.  I know how to play a woman like the priceless instrument she is and carry that orgasmic tune for as long as she likes it.

Madame X, damn I wish I had asked your name, you are in for the night of your life.

I came to at the sense of you sliding back on to the stool next to mine.  “There is a booth over there,” you said slipping your hand into mine.  We grabbed our drinks and claimed the booth.

“How quiet can you be?”  I whispered as we slid close together.

“Try me,” you giggled in a throaty laugh that spread warmth out from the centre of my body and I could feel all control slipping from me.

Behind the tablecloth, I reach for your thigh.  Fingertips barely skimming figure 8 I work my way in slow motion until I feel your legs begin to relax.  I feel the resistance and I get it.  Public sex is the hottest and I know to trust my Lady’s timing.

You start to move your hips back and forth matching my motions You reach and grab my arm pressing your breast against my bicep and look me right in the eye. Your eyes sparkled back to me and I could see the pleasure on your face.

I reached my free hand across the table and you met mine with yours.  I rested my hand on your thigh as we both leaned forward and our lips met and the hunger aches as I can feel your body press into mine.

With barely controlled passion I pull away from you as we play the fuck in public game.  I allow my hand to run up your back and into your hair. Your hands start to wander down my thigh.  I know you felt me tremble at your touch and I had to choke back a moan.

Glancing down I see your nipples erect and straining against the fabric of your dress.  I reach across you to grab a menu just so I can cup your beautiful breast in my hand hidden from sight. This time I couldn’t stifle the moan and neither could you.  Your head leaned back and you closed your eyes.

Orgasm hit you and you grabbed my hand.  Holding it on your lower belly with fingers just curving under to hold you, my other arm around you you lean into me and I see you cumming with quick pants and whispered moans.

“Someone will hear.” you gasp. You are so good.  Now and then you bite your lower lip and hold your breath for a second, then a quiet little laugh when you shiver through another wave.  Your hand on my hand squeezes to let me know how when you are peaking.

“Hey baby?” you gasp again.

“Yeah darlin…”

“Your turn on the flight…promise.”

I pulled you close and kissed the top of your head.

“Please don’t stop….” you whispered to me.

I laughed and held you tight.  I don’t know where you came from.  Maybe you’re an Angel.

Part 2:  Heaven on the Airplane….Her mouth on me at last…..Click Here.

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I never saw myself as a Cougar, until….

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Hammer And Tape Measure Sticking Out Of PocketWalking through production I realized that I hadn’t seen him before.

Using a power saw he was not aware that I was standing there and I spent a few minutes soaking it in.

Tight tee shirt and baggy jeans with his baseball cap turned backward, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth. His biceps made the sleeves of his shirt stretch and the shine of sweat on his arms made me catch my breath.

I turned and left before he noticed me and went into the floor manager’s office.

“Who’s that guy working on the remodel?” I said with faked indifference.

“That’s Clay. He is going to be here for a few weeks demolishing the old offices and roughing in the new. He is a fine looking man.” Darcy said with a wink. The girls at the office were always trying to get me to go out and try to meet someone.

“Never date a guy at work…always makes for drama and besides he has to be 20 years younger than me!” I laughed. I couldn’t deny the shot of electricity that I felt when I watched him working. I hadn’t felt a spark like that since Danny had died. I wasn’t sure I ever would.

“Send Clay in to see me before the end of the day.” I emailed to Darcy. Not sure why or what in the world I would say, I felt my heart beat faster. I wanted to meet him and I am the owner of the company after all.

“You wanted to see me, Ma’am?” He said in a soft Southern accent.

“Yes, Clay. I couldn’t help but notice you and wanted to welcome you to the office.” I said trying to ignore my body’s insistence that I be with this man.

“I knew the building’s owner wanted to get started on the remodel but I wasn’t expecting it so soon.” I said.

“Don’t worry, Ma’am, most of my work will be at night when everyone has left. I won’t be disturbing your work day.” He answered meeting my gaze. I knew he knew. His brown eyes were magnetic and I couldn’t look away.

“I’m sure you won’t. Thanks for working around us. I work late sometimes but don’t worry about that, I’ll stay out of your way.” I smiled.

“I hope not.” He whispered.

My heart skipped a beat.

“Is that all, Ma’am.” he drawled.

“No, there is one more thing. You don’t have to call me Ma’am. My name is Angel.”

“Well, Miss Angel,” I am pleased to meet you. He reached out and shook my hand, keeping it just a moment longer than necessary.

“Me too,” I replied, taking my hand back and reaching for my purse. “I have a meeting to get to so I will let you go. Nice to have you on board.”

He turned to walk away and I found myself watching him, thinking about how he would look wearing a tee shirt and nothing else. What was wrong with me. He is way too young. But those shoulders, that small waist and the butt barely visible in the baggy jeans.

It’s a lightning strike alright.

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Have you ever had a sex buddy?

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Passionate sensual attractive young couple in love, man caressesIs there a difference between a lover and a sex buddy?

I am watching Days of our Lives and Rafe and Jordan are having sex.  Soft sexy music plays while they slowly take each other’s clothes off and kiss softly without a lot of tongue.

 Luxuriating in each others arms they are freely and openly making out.  And we sappy females love it.

Why should TV characters have better sex than we do?  I know it is fiction.  But is it fair that we can never achieve the sexual freedom and release that our characters do?  It doesn’t matter if it is TV, movies or books like 50 Shades of Grey, don’t you secretly wish you had sex like they did?

There is a man in my life, a much younger man, who is hot for me.  Me.  He is not a forever kind of guy.  He’s a bit of a gypsy.  But for right now…He is Mr. Right.  The chemistry is so potent that he can be miles away and I can still feel him touching me.

Thirty years ago I would be thinking…I want to marry this man.

Today, at 61, I am just enjoying him.  Enjoying how I feel because of his attention.  Enjoying him touching my body.  Enjoying how he calls my name while we are making out.  You see, like Rafe and Jordan and the rest of the love making couples we see on daily TV, it is hot hot hot to make out.

I am not ready to have sex with a man yet.  I am still licking my wounds from a failed former relationship and I don’t want to be in love right now.

But in a crazy twist of delicious fate, along comes Mr. Why Not.  Young and attractive with broad shoulders,  sapphire blue eyes and coal black hair… oozing sexual energy.

Over the years, I depended on solo sex to satisfy myself and learned how I like to climax.  With the right audio or video to tease and great toys, finding orgasm is not hard for me.  In fact, multiple orgasms are the rule.  While much of my life has been a challenge, being sexual has actually flourished.


There is nothing like the feeling you get when the right man wants to be with you.

It began with hugs that made me melt into him.  I couldn’t help myself.  I felt safe in his arms.  We are doing a lot of making out…I am in no hurry and he is eager to please.  You can have a hell of a lot of fun with your clothes on.  You should try it.

I find myself picking things to wear for how they will feel when he is running his hands down my body.  We don’t have that much time together which makes things even sweeter.  The anticipation of next time makes my heart race.

So which is he…a lover or a sex buddy?

More importantly…does it really matter?  Well, here’s the thing.

I am having better sex and definitely more fun when I am having sex (in the makeout stage, I had a delicious and long lasting orgasm just from kissing and being massaged and stroked with my clothes on).

Do I want to be naked with this man?

Yes.  But I am consciously choosing to steer my newly awakened sexual self Flirty and Playful Texts are Irresistibleinto my writing and I belong to an adult chat site where I practice super safe sex with flirty and very skilled cyber lovers in text conversations.  Quite entertaining and as turned on as I am, very fulfilling.

I love feeling like this.  I don’t want to fall in love with Mr. Why Not.  He is not promising anything.  We barely know each other.  The sex is fantastic and I am having lots of fun.  Sounds like a sex buddy to me.  Once upon a time, my belief system would have never allowed me to be this uninhibited and open with a man.

What do you think?  Have you had a sex buddy?  How did it work out for you?

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