The Captain Surprises And Delights Her

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At last!!

At last!!


“May I help you?” I looked up from the computer keyboard to see a good looking man in front of me.  I was deeply engrossed in my project. “I hope you haven’t been waiting long.”

“Not at all.” He smiled easily and I couldn’t help but smile back feeling a bit of a flush as I met his eyes. “I’m actually looking for Angel.”

“That’s me.” I smiled back. “How can I help you?”

Captivated by his eyes, I didn’t protest

He reached for my hand, held it up to his lips and kissed it, never breaking eye contact with me.  Captivated by his eyes, I didn’t protest. “You don’t know who I am, do you?”

Scanning his face, I ran through my memory banks but he looked completely unfamiliar.  Medium height and build, dark hair, dimpled chin with piercing brown eyes.  No, I would have definitely remembered meeting this man.

Still holding my hand, his eyes sparkled with unmistaken intention.  “Need a clue?” He teased.  Feeling a bit awkward and glad that there were no other shoppers in the store, I apologized, “Sorry, I just don’t remember meeting you.”

“Well, that is understandable as we haven’t officially met yet.”

I pulled my hand from his. “Really. Hmmmm, maybe I do need a clue.”

He smiled broadly, “Would the Bitter End get your attention?”

“CaptainK?” I asked, a little stunned to be looking at the man who had been entertaining me in cyber chat for several months.

Truth be told, I was beyond thrilled

“Guilty!” He said, again making me melt with his eyes.  He looked at me with unabashed desire that ignited something in me.

“Why didn’t you let me know you were coming?” I managed to say.

“And miss this shocked delight and surprise on your face?”  He reached over to take my hand again.  The jewelry case between us provided the perfect buffer for this unexpected meeting.  Truth be told, I was beyond thrilled.  Did this man really come all the way across the country to meet me?

The last couple of months had been intoxicating.  The very first time we chatted on, he sent me a link to, The Bitter End in the British Virgin Islands.  “Here is where I would like to take you.”  My heart skipped a beat looking at the resort, imagining myself being there with a younger lover.

He was completely different from the other men on  He didn’t tell me how horny he was.  He didn’t brag about how hard he was or how big he was.  He didn’t complain about his current or ex-wife.  He seemed genuinely interested in me, what I was looking for.

Consenting adults exploring pleasure options

We spent the first couple of chat sessions getting to know each other.  We definitely flirted back and forth but he didn’t pressure me for sex.  It is part of the reason I love men in their 40s, there is not as much urgency and neediness.  Turns out we were both looking for the same thing.  Long term friends with benefits in cyberland.  Consenting adults exploring pleasure options and each other with no strings attached.

When the chat turned more intimate, I was more than ready.  Amazing how erotic intelligent chat about a variety of topics can be.  He was an absolute master at innuendo and his wit and candor were irresistible.

“Let’s pretend we are meeting up at the Bitter End.” The invitation came late one Saturday night.  We had moved our chat to Google Hangouts and the familiar chime announcing his message was always a welcome interruption to my task list.

“Ok,” I texted in return.

“Imagine you are down in the islands celebrating the release of your new book.”  Came the text reply.  One thing I loved about him was his constant cheerleading for my work and passion.  He sincerely cared about what was important to me. I felt heard and valued and that combination is like catnip to me.

“I am at the Bitter End as a pit stop,” he texted the rest of the scenario, “I am crewing for a buddy of mine who is moving a sailboat to the islands.”

We didn’t get too intimate, just intimate enough

I was smitten.  I love when a man creates a cyber experience and invites me in to explore.  Being a character in a cyber story makes it so much easier to release my inhibitions. The Captain was a master story creator and scene setter, a perfect match for me.

That first text exchange was perfect.  We didn’t get too intimate, just intimate enough.  He created sexual tension with ease and kept it taut as we chatted.  The truth is, I could have definitely taken it farther that first time, I was very attracted and physically turned on.  I believe he knew that, even though he was across the country.

When he told me it was late and that he had to go, I was secretly disappointed but also excited to see what would happen next.  So smart of him to keep me waiting for him to make a move toward more intimacy with me.  A true secret weapon.  I loved how he drew me close with teasing and yet kept that distance so that he could leave me wanting more.

“A penny for your thoughts,” his words interrupted my reverie as he ran his finger along my hairline and tucked my hair behind my ear.  His touch electrified me.  After thinking of all our text play, I felt myself melt in anticipation.  I swallowed past the catch in my throat.


I walked out from behind the counter straight into his arms

“That’s profound!” He teased, breaking the tension.

I laughed back.  He was so easy to be with, just like he was online.

“I know I have thrown you for a loop just showing up like this.” He moved to pull an envelope out of his pocket. “I know you have to finish your shift here.” We both glanced up at the three women who had just come into the shop.  “Here is where I am staying.  Let me know when you are off and I will send an Uber to pick you up.”

I walked out from behind the counter straight into his arms. He held me tight and it felt every bit like it did in cyber with him.  He gently released me kissing my hand one more time.  “It’s Malbec, isn’t it?  Your favorite wine, that is.”

“Indeed.” I grinned up at him. “I am off at 6. “Duly noted.”

Picking up his keys, he turned to go.  “I can’t wait,” he whispered.

How To Melt An Angel

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Text is Catnip To a Cougar

Text is Catnip To a Cougar

Do you crave an older, experienced and beautiful woman?

Are you frustrated trying to connect with Cougars online or in person?

When you learn the secrets of texts that melt a woman, you will stand out from the crowd.  How many women hit the delete key with you?  🙁

You can change your luck, you just need to accept that you suck at texting and that you can turn it around.  Once you know the exact words to write texts and emails that are melty…you will get noticed. We love when you lead us with texts that open us up for more fun.

Do you want her on the edge of her seat waiting for your next message?

Do you want her to get warm below and thinking only of you?

Text Seduction Works….Nothing Melts A Woman Faster

Angel will show you personally how to curl a lady’s toes with text messaging…..

Cougar Dating Tips Just a text away....

Cougar Dating Tips Just a text away….


Most men don’t know why women reject them.

If more women say no to you than yes, talk to Angel.

As a Cougar, I get hundreds of invitations from eager Cubs and I delete 99% of them

Learn how to approach a Cougar and get her to choose you over all the competition.

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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

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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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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Erotic Poetry: Eyes Closed

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Yes Please....

Yes Please….

Eyes Closed

by Top Jock Eddie R. and Angel


Eyes closed

Soft darkness surrounds you

Quiet breath on your skin

Warm and cool excitement


“Keep them closed” I lean in and whisper

The moment is ours

Waiting for the next touch

Only sound wraps around you


Electric touch glides on your body

Cool fingers explore your warm skin

Eyes closed

You arch your back longing with desire


The fingers become a hand

slowly, slowly

Not a sound from your lover

Lips on your neck savoring your taste


A master never touching too hard, too soft.

Please, please

everything building in you

So little gives you so much


Imagination building the fantasy

Hands and fingers painting the picture

Mouth open and seeking

Eyes closed


Lips to lips

Tongue to tongue

Breathing in the smell and taste of each other

Arms entangling, hearts beat rapidly


The lovers echo on and on

Eyes open.

To see their thirst being quenched

Diving deep into each others eyes.

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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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White Lines – an erotic flash fiction

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Guest Post by: Lord Strahd

The whites lines pass us by on the left side so fast it’s almost one solid line. The rain beating down on the windshield furiously enough that the wipers can’t keep up.

A single lane highway stretched out before us as we knife through the darkness, headlights cutting through dully as the rain cascades down and makes visibility difficult.

One hand on the wheel of my red mustang while the other is entwined with my lover’s next to me. Her fingers caressing mine constantly. Her perfume intoxicates my nostrils in the cramped space as my mind wanders to memories of her smiling face, reminding me how lucky I am to have such a woman in my life.

The radio is blaring “She Sell’s Sanctuary” by The Cult as the pulsating rhythms have my foot tapping. Not a car in sight for miles on the highway, I can feel her staring at me while I drive. I glance over at her thinking I have got to do something special for her. The way she looks at me makes my blood burn with lust for her.

The radio changes songs as the sweet melody of Journey’s “Faithfully” sings out of the speakers. I pull over to the side of the road, get out of the car leaving the door open, walk around the back and open her door. I take her hand as she looks at me with wonderment. “What are you doing?” she asks. “You’ll see….” I reply.

She follows me to the front of the car, her hand in mine; doors open so the song can fill the night air. I stop in front of the headlights, wrap my arms around her waist and start to slow dance with her as the rain soaks us completely.

Our mouths meet and we kiss slowly, passionately as we move in time with the rhythm. Her hips sway beneath my hands, rain runs in rivulets down our face. My hair is soaked and pasted down the length of my face as she pushed the strands behind my ears. Her fingers slowly stroke the outline of my face as our tongues dance together.

My hands trace her arms, caressing gently the backs of them as my mouth travels to her neck. Looking down, I can see her white blouse plaster against her heaving breasts. Her nipples hard, protruding her bra and blouse heightens my desire for her.

My teeth bite lightly into her neck, “ungh” she moans as my tongue kisses her skin. I can feel the heat from her mixed with the coolness of the rain. Her skin so sweet on my lips, I nibble up her neck to just behind the ear and bite again. “Oh” she squirms in my hands, her head to the side inviting more kisses.

I raise my left hand to the side of her face as she leans into it, my kisses become deeper on her neck as my right hand slides behind her head and grabs the hair and the back of her neck and tightens hard. “Uh” she utters. I pull her head back and kiss the front of her neck then around to the other side. Her breathing is getting heavy, her nipples hard as rocks as the rain mattes our clothes like a second skin to us.

Her hands caress my sides and I can feel her nails dig in my ribs a little bit through my shirt. She wants to do more to me but she is at my mercy with her head captured by my hand. I kiss down the middle of her chest to inside of her breasts as she coos in anticipation. Still slowly rotating to the song, I kiss her nipples through her wet shirt. She moans with pleasure and arches her back trying to reach her nipple to my mouth.

I spin her around so I am behind her, my hand still in her hair, controlling her. Her head pulled back I kiss the back of her neck, nibbling gently and then harder. “Oh baby” she utters. By now there isn’t a dry inch anywhere on our bodies. My right hand moves down her side to her hips where I can feel the outline of her lacy thong beneath the drenched purple skirt.

The feeling excites me even more. I squeeze her hips over and over again as I kiss her neck, biting, licking and sucking her favorite spot. I move my hand up gently to her breast and cup it; softly squeezing while whispering in her ear “I love you.” Feeling her chest heave as I caress her breast, feeling the hard nipple between my fingers, her hands move to my thighs, squeezing and searching for my hardness that she can feel pressed against her tight ass…

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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.

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.

Baby, I Love How You Taste….Part 2

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By Angel and Danny G. (We love our men….leave Danny a review!)

I ran my hands down your sides feeling the silk of your blouse as it hugged your small waist pulling it gently from the waist band of your slim black skirt.

“If you keep that up, we won’t get to the bath….” you said opening your sea green eyes and looking at me with a naughty grin.

“I just want to help you get ready,” I laughed back…”I am in no hurry.”

You turned around and slipped out of your blouse and skirt revealing your white lacy bra and thong. I couldn’t help but gasp. “ You are more beautiful every time,” I manage to stutter out. “You are sweet as honey,” you reply turning away from me to slip off your lingerie. “Could you hit the light?” you ask as you light the candles around the tub.

Your body in the dim candlelight is so damn hot, I feel like I am going to lose complete control. (Learn what a man loves in bed.)

“Climb in and relax, baby, I will go get the wine.” I growled in a low voice.

I pointedly allow my eyes to wander up and down your entire body knowing that you can sense me staring at you. My gaze lingers on your breasts that are wonderfully shaped with nipples hardening in the cool air outside the tub. When my eyes return to yours you smile and proceed to stroke your breasts with the sea sponge, squeezing a stream of warm suds down the center of your chest.

Your eyes linger on my crotch and I feel myself naked under your gaze. You watch me as my manhood twitches to life and I cannot believe it but you slowly lick your lips. I feel my insides shudder a little. I reluctantly turned away to get the wine. Slow is good, I toned to myself, Slow is good.

I walked back into bathroom and you were lying back with your eyes closed a small smile perking up the dimples I loved to kiss. I walked quietly toward you and knelt at the tub. I stroked your hair away from your forehead and leaned in to kiss you.

“Hurry in,” you whispered to me as you lifted your face to meet my lips.

I slipped out of my clothes and stepped into the tub behind you. Finally my legs are around you and I am rock hard and pressing into the small of your back. I can feel your breath quicken. The water is warm and the bubbles are silky and oily making my body slide against yours.

I place my hands on the back of your neck and begin massaging gently and moving downwards, I feel you melt a little as I massage the knots from your back and you lean closer into me. God I love your body next to mine.  Your ass is rubbing a little more against me and I can feel you breathing hard and fast.

I move my hands around you and cup your magnificent breasts in my hands. I feel them and finding your nipples pinch and roll  them as they grow erect under my attention. Your legs open a little further and I feel your body slide back and press into me fully.

I leave one hand caring for your breasts and nipples and slide the other one down your tummy. I love the feel of your flesh against mine. My hand drifts ever closer to your lady bits and I feel you lift your hips to meet me. I feel myself growing harder as I find your sweetness and start to massage and press with my fingers. Small animal moans and giggles escape and I feel you convulse as the sensations rack your body. The combination of warm water and my hands has you breathing harder and I slowly bring my hands up the sides of your waist and under your breasts.

You reach your arms up over your head and wrap them around my neck. I pinch your nipples and knead them as your legs swing wide open begging for attention. Your breath catching in your throat between little cries of desire, I can’t deny you. I return one hand between your legs and quench your thirst. I explore you and stroke you as you orgasm on and on and on.

“Yes, yes, yes,” you pant as I stop my movement altogether and just rest the weight of my hand on your lower belly with my fingers wrapped down and around your mound. I press in as you raise your hips to meet me. “I love how you cum.” I say with a wink and a smile.

“You are so good.” You manage to say as you relax against me, warm water from the tub flowing around both our bodies. I wrap my arms around you and hold you close still stiff with excitement against the small of your back. (Click Here: Does your woman crave your skills?)

“You’re next baby…just let me catch my breath.”

“I am not worried,” I said giving your shoulders a good squeeze. “Let me just hold you for awhile.”

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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.

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Time to Break it Off With A Sex Buddy? Take The Quiz

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Ready to Move On

Ready to Move On

I am on vacation.

It has been way too long and being away from everyone and every thing is exactly what I need. A last minute cruise deal flew into my email and I jumped at it.

I have a good news bad news sort of scenario going on.  My current friend with benefits arrangement is coming to an end.  I adore him but after a few months of benefits, we are definitely losing the spark.

The reality is, any sex buddy, F**k Buddy, Friends with Benefits deal has a shelf life and going past the expiration date causes nothing but drama. 

We haven’t talked about it but I know he feels it too.  So good news? Because of my cybersex FWBs (Friends with Benefits) I am not going to be lacking for the attention of my writers or the orgasms that I have gotten used to.

The bad news?  The physical touch and kissing, especially the kissing, I will definitely miss that.  I will miss having a man to stroke and touch. But, I won’t settle for mediocre sex.  I have done plenty of that in my life and no more.

It is 6 am and I am on the top pool deck alone.  The sun is just coming up and a couple of sea gulls who are following the ship are my only company.  Having time to write and think, a cup of hot Kona coffee served by a hotter Peruvian pool boy, keyboard on my lap and a story to tell.

It feels delicious to be away from everyone.

I am working with talented erotic story tellers Jon, Jim, Eddie and of course Tyler. Tyler is mesmerizing. I love his writing.  That is it you know…something very hot happens when a man and woman collaborate on a piece of erotica.  Very fun to write.

My friend remains my friend even though the benefits are no longer on the table. Like I said, he’s adorable. More good news?  I know what I want. When the next real time man comes along, I want him panting after me.

There is nothing like the feeling that comes over me when a man wants me.  I lived without that feeling for a very long time.  I love it.  When a man feels chemistry for you, and you let yourself be open to it…holy crap.  Even in cybersex.

This delicious sensation…the connection between you and him, grows strongest right before you actually have sex for the first time, cyber or real time. When that initial attraction fades, the smoke clears and you can see exactly where you are.  Consider these five factors before you decide to move on.

On a scale of 1 – 10, 1 being false and 10 being gut level true for you right now, rank these statements:

1.  The sex is not as sizzling hot as it was.

2.  Besides great sex, we have nothing in common.

3.  He doesn’t text as often.

4.  You feel like you are missing something.

5.  You want sex more often than he does.

If your answers are in the 7 – 10 range, it is time to reclaim your buddy status and let the sex fade away.  Keep your wits about you and there are no regrets here.  When a sex buddy has been part of your life, there was a damn good reason for it.

Chances are you needed a real jump start and a romp was the only way to kick your ass into gear.  That was true for me.  The surge of life that came with my FWB fling tossed me into a new galaxy of orgasmic bliss.

A new job, a divorce settlement and starting my erotica blog…all coming during my time with him. Now, because of the erotica, I am very satisfied and if there were any clinginess or regret at losing his adorable company in bed, a buddy is just a click away on my computer.

Again, not to be boringly repetitive but…if you are a single girl out of necessity or choice, you deserve great sex. Orgasm flips a switch inside inspiring action, confidence and productivity. All I have to do is remind myself of this and make the choice to let life continue to unfold. Deep breath and sigh.

Yes I will miss him…or rather the fun that we had but I don’t regret a thing.  I look forward to my new real time partner and I wonder where he will come into my orbit.  I don’t care when, in fact I want to go on record with that.  Meanwhile, my orgasms are my responsibility and I am down for the challenge…LOL!  Cyber is safer on many levels…when done the right way.

“Miss?” The young man’s voice brought me out of my writing.

He had a fresh cup of coffee for me and a croissant with butter and raspberry jam.  It was what I had yesterday morning and he remembered.

“I thought you would enjoy a breakfast snack,” he said with a sexy smile.

This boy was hot, he knew it and he knew I knew it.

This was going to be a fun cruise.

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I Love Sexy Day Dreams – Love in the Tub

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Smoothing the fragrant oil on my skin, I shivered as goose bumps ran up my spine.  

Chilling shivers of excitement caught my breath as I thought about seeing him again.  As soon as he let me know when the tour stop was booked, I asked for that flight.

Luckily, I have seniority so it was on the books last Tuesday.  Time seemed to crawl this week.  I couldn’t keep my mind on my work.  I day dreamed about him and how great it was going to be to feel his hands and his mouth on my body again.

Knowing he has his choice of the world’s most beautiful women and wants to have sex with me makes me super confident.  He is just young enough to push my comfort zone and he knows exactly how to open me up.

The sexy texts leading up to the trip are fabulous. He is a real tease and can turn me on in way less than 140 characters.  I had to limit him…no sexting at work.  Luckily, his time zone is so far away, he catches me after 6.

Tomorrow I hop a flight to Honolulu to pick up the flight crew and then on to Bali .  As usual, he booked the whole first class sextion, I mean section and requested me as his personal flight attendant.  My friends know and they want details in exchange for covering for me.

My heart is about beating out of my chest thinking about what was ahead for me.

He loves my body.

He touches me with finger and tongue tips and teases me with tiny nips and kisses.  Cyber is mind bending and we share lots of intimate moments but there is nothing like skin.  Skin.  Skin sweeping against skin.

I will be drunk with desire.

Aching for him.

I run a jasmine scented bath and slip into the swirling water.  Sinking down til my chin hits the water I close my eyes and will myself into quiet.  It is only a few more hours.  I don’t want to flip out even though every nerve ending in my body is standing at attention.

Breathing deeply and imagining him at the other end of the bath tub, I felt the switch get flipped and waves of sensation hit me below the belt. Yes, yes, yes.  He picks up my foot, my imaginary lover, and begins to slowly massage it.

Strong and gentle hands he presses his thumbs into the sole of my foot and I whimper in response.  “I haven’t…” I stutter.  “Shhhh…” he whispers and puts my big toe into his mouth.

Short panting breaths and a small moan escapes my lips.

I laid my head back and placed my other foot between his legs, resting on him, feeling how hard he was, stroking him with my foot.  I loved hearing the sound he made when I touched him like this.  We are so good together.

Yes Please....

Yes Please….

He sucks and licks and bites my toes…one at a time he teased.  Orgasm comes and gratefully I relax into the waves of pleasure.  Just as if he was actually here, my body is flooded with joy and excitement.  Yes. Yes.  Yes.

“Yes,” he says softly, “Yes baby, go with it.” He squeezed my foot and I squealed with absolute delight.  More please.

He sat up and crawled forward covering my face with kisses.  I wrapped my thirsty arms around him and pulled him close.  We laid there in the hot steamy bath holding each other while my orgasm wound down.

Breathing deeply, I looked around and smiled to myself.  At home alone, in my bathroom with an open suitcase on the floor.  It won’t be long now.  Thank you baby.

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So The State of the Sex Buddy Union?

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Still smoking hot. 

We are in until it isn’t fun anymore and honestly, I am a much happier human being now that I am single and have a sex life again.  Not just some average sex life, no.  I have a sex life that would make a woman half my age green with envy.

My anxiety level is down, I am more confident and my creativity is going through the roof.  I got a new job and my writing is flowing, so to speak.  I have no play book for walking out this friends with benefits arrangement so it has its challenges.  But so does life as a couple.

At this date, it is working for both of us. I continue to remind myself that the climaxes are all in me, in my body.  It is not him that does it.  It is me in response to him.  Erotica frees me to experience the pleasure without him.  That makes it work for me.

And when we are finally together it is so fucking hot and we play for as long as we want.  He is skilled and patient and tells me I deserve to feel like this and that it is his delight to be the person who is waking this up in me.

Now that I am sexual again (after being married to a man without a sex drive for many years) I have a healthy sexual appetite and with an out of town lover, a girls gonna do what a girls gonna do.  A relationship is not what I want.  I don’t have the bandwidth to sustain a handshake at the moment.

And, ironically, I do my best fucking writing when he’s been gone a long time, go figure.

Last night I wanted to see him.  I was stamping my inner foot and whining big time that I can’t see him whenever I want.  Even though I know it is hotter for both of us on this infrequent friends with benefits roller coaster ride.  So instead of feeling sorry for myself, I wrote myself right into super solo sex and climaxed my little heart out.  Here is what I wrote:

But I Want You Now

Email to Him. He is in Europe on assignment and out of cell range.

I miss you so much.  I have to be honest.  I do.  But I know in the deepest place in me that not seeing you is best.

We are not a couple.

I accept that.  Deep breath.  But I still miss you.

I crave you. I want your hands on me.  I start to wiggle and squirm just thinking about you.  I hate when I can’t have you.

But then the desire for you swims from inside and I am reminded that all the sexual turn on is in ME.  It feels amazing to think about you and your kisses. I miss the kisses the most.

Then I write and my body spasms with mini orgasmic waves that fuel the words.  I love to write like this thinking of your mouth and where it goes, your tongue and where it swirls and begs entry.

I bite my lip and my breath is in my throat.  Where are you tonight?  I know next time will be worth every second of waiting.  But I hate the waiting.  Shivers run up and down my back I am so turned on right now.

It’s easy for me to pretend you are here.  Watching me write.  Sitting in the chair across the porch smoking your cigarette smiling and nodding, hand in your lap caressing yourself.  That is even hotter.

I want to come over to you but you say, no, keep writing.  I keep looking up at you and want to touch you myself. I am so hungry for the taste of you.  I don’t want to wait.

It won’t be long you say, you are so beautiful when you cum.  I just want to watch you.

I stammer an ok not at all sure of myself.  I close my eyes, lean back on the pillows and raise my arms over my head.  yes, you say, yes Angel…that’s it let it happen.

My hand drifts between my legs and I cup my pussy like you do.  I need so little touch and the waves hit.  Yes, yes…please come to me I plead. I want you here I want to feel your skin on me. I want to kiss you.

Not yet, soon Angel.

My head falls back again and my legs widen.  Breathing faster, my hips lift and press against my hand. I bring my other hand to cup my breast and pinch and roll my nipple just like you do.

Oh baby, that is hot, you say as you unzip your shorts and take your stiff self out and start to stroke and touch yourself.  You are right, I say, this is very very hot.

My hips are circling in the same rhythm your hand is riding, sliding and pulling…small groans escape your throat and I moan too I love to watch you when you are turned on.

Please won’t you come over here now.  Its long enough….come on baby….

No you whisper no no.  I want you to finish go for it. Imagine my cock outlining the outside of you.  Gently circling never entering.  Wet slippery round and round.

I want you I tremble and cry.  Please I want you.

You lean over me and your mouth takes the place of your cock.  Yes I want you…you whisper…. I want to taste you kiss you. Open your legs more, let me in.

You tease me you wicked man.  I want your sweet ass in my hands.  Where the fuck are you?

Don’t you dare come a minute too soon.

I am thriving while I wait.

PS Can a Woman Have A Sex Buddy With No Strings….And Be Happy?  Angel Says YES!!

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Naughty, Nice and Not in Kansas Anymore

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Rear view of woman walking towards pilot and stewardesses agains

The text alert chimed in my purse.

“Pack your bags”

I hadn’t heard from him for 23 days….but who’s counting.

His job has him on the road most of the time and I’m running a company of my own so our arrangement works out just right for both of us.

“What are you thinking, I can’t just pick up and go.” I texted back.

He is my guilty pleasure and I drop everything when he is in town. He is the most skilled lover I have had and I can’t wait to be nibbled, fondled and cuddled right into heaven. And while a part of me HATES not having him available to me, another part is super turned on by the long time between hot sexy dates. But pack my bags?

“I have to be in Paris on Tuesday and I want you with me.”

My mind snapped into hyperdrive…how can I make this happen. My assistant Darcy has been cheering me on for months. I never thought that I would be happy in a NSA (No Strings Attached) purely sexual relationship. But I am and I love it.

“You naughty man…how you tempt me….” I typed quickly.

I switched screens on my iPad and pulled up my calendar.

“Oh….I plan on lots of naughtiness…..”

A shiver ran up my back and I felt myself melt between my legs. I couldn’t wait to be with him for more than a day at a time. Would we get tired of sex? I don’t think so. We make out for hours at a time. I cum just thinking about him.

“When?” I fire back.


“Like in tomorrow Tuesday?”

“Yep. I said, pack your bags…”

“Holy shit….I’m in.”I text quickly and then fly off the couch, grab my laptop and start canceling meetings and rearranging my schedule.

A rush of passion surges through me as I accept the risk I am taking.

My heart pounds thinking about being with him, tasting him, kissing him, touching him, taking him in every way.

It’s just sex and that will never work, the experts say. Nothing of value can be built from a no strings attached sexual relationship, the wise ones of the world preach in loveless marriages and sexless lives.

I am having sex. I am having the best sex of my life and if my sex buddy wants to take me to France to play out the fantasy, I am all in.

My heart is in my throat as I pack a few things in a small bag. I always travel light and I don’t think I will be wearing a lot of clothes.

Skinny jeans and a couple of tees, gold strappy sandals and a pair of white sneakers and a super sheer and beautiful summer sundress that falls off one shoulder. My bikini, the exotic massage oil he had brought from Thailand and my passport.

I called a cab and was on my way.  All I could think about was him and every time I did, my lower belly tightened up and warm moistness gathered below. I kept imagining him holding me, stroking me, kissing and nibbling on my shoulder, my neck and I can’t wait.

I can’t help but wonder if he gets hard thinking of me the way I get wet thinking of him. I am trembling thinking of the naughtiness that awaits…..

PS We had to take different flights so we couldn’t be together til we got to Paris.  We had some great chat sex though…check it out:  Rendevous: Sexting at 40,000 ft



3 Quick Cyber Sex Tips For Men

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Guys, you are going to have to give us girls a break here.

If you have been the kind of fabulous partner that I know you are and your woman has just shivered in for a landing, the last thing she wants to hear is a request.

A request for her to do anything. After climax, my body has echoes…like velvet aftershocks that can make the orgasm last for a long time.

In real life, women fall asleep in the arms of their lovers especially if you have done a great job of satisfying her. But, if she is still conscious enough to get her cyber self on with yours, here are some texting tips on how to help her pleasure you with perfection.

Trust me, her willing participation will turn up the heat for you.

You just want to make it real easy for her.

1.  Ask her things that she only needs to say yes or no to.

I am telling you that after my man has finished ravishing my willing self, I am done in.  Sometimes even squeaking out a yes or a no is a real challenge.

2. Describe what you are doing to pleasure yourself and ask her if it is ok if you go on.

Like this, “Baby, Is it ok if I slip my hand into my shorts?”  Now that makes me shiver just thinking about it…then I can text back one letter…. k.

3. Repeat step 2.

With each “k” you will know she is there with you, keeping you company while you ride the wave of your own solo sex.

Of course you have to be good at one handed typing with this one…. If you don’t have a great time playing with your happy woman this way, let me know.

I think she will be all over you….in cyberland, of course.

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Uh, you can thank me later….

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.

To read part 2 Click Here:  A Cougar Fantasy – Can He Be TOO Young?

Are You Somebody’s Sex Buddy?

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No Strings Attached?Do you have a sex buddy that lights you up and turns you on just thinking about him? Do you get to see him as often as you like?

I do and no, I don’t get to see him as often as I like. Staying present and true to the mutually agreed upon limits of this arrangement has been annoying. I want him when I want him and love waiting and anticipating the next time all at the same time.

The longer we are apart, the hotter it is. I hate that and I love that.

Because of my cyber play, (Thank you I have virtual sex with role-playing partners and the fantasies we create are deeply satisfying physically. Because I don’t know my cyber partner’s true identity, his role in my fantasy is just that…a role.

I am not attaching to the real person behind the role. It is very like writing a screen play in a private fantasy with a partner who has agreed to play a part. These stories are designed to bring me the orgasms that I have been thirsty for my whole life, and my partners are available when I want to play.

At 61, I realize that solo sex needs to be a regular part of my sexual activity plan, my body finds its way to ridiculous heights of climax especially when I am alone. It is so much easier to cum when I am fully relaxed and present with myself.

When with in person lovers, I am not that uninhibited…yet. Maybe I will get there.

So…I accept completely that my sex buddy keeps his distance. I accept the timing and intensity of this NSA (No Strings Attached) arrangement. I also accept that it is up to me to decide what I want when it comes to a sex buddy and be clear with the ground rules right from the beginning.

Do I still cheer lead for NSA (No Strings Attached) connections? You bet. The pleasure of a brand new climax with a high chemistry partner is worth it. I like things a certain way and because actual intercourse is not involved, I feel a safe distance from my partners. Why not go all the way? More on that later.

While I am a one partner girl IRT (In Real Time), old habits of monogamy run deep, that may change. I do have multiple cyber sex partners and because the distance is far greater (no voice, no pictures, no phone calls, no cams) the sexy cyber chat brings me to climax whoever is playing the role of my partner.

On one recent cyber fantasy date, my partner and I were in the jacuzzi on a cruise ship. He was fabulous with his side of the story and he timed the texts wickedly well. There is something super hot when you are reading a sexy story…directed right at you…waiting anxiously for each new text window to pop up.

Grab a sex toy, if you want and there you go. I let my partner know when I start to climax and he stays right with me giving me a private blow by blow, so to speak, description until I tell him I am shivering to the finish. Longest one so far…45 minutes. Wave upon delicious wave.

I love cyber sex because I missed years of orgasm living with uninterested men and not knowing I had a choice. Now I love the aliveness of having an active sex life. I am more creative, more confident and more determined. I also am behaving like a grownup when it comes to my IRT sex buddy.

Without my cyber fantasies, I would probably be stalking the poor guy, horny as hell, mistakenly thinking that it was HIM who made me feel that way. Now as an adult I see that it is ME and MY BODY that gets to climax whether there is a HE in the room or not.

Although, truth be told, there is nothing like his touch and I look forward to our next IRT sexcapade!

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So….is it possible?

Can you have a purely sexual relationship and not long for more?  In the search for ultimate pleasure, do conventional relationship rules apply?  Here’s what is going on with me.

Portrait Elegant Young WomanI am having the best sex of my life.  A 36 year old cyber buddy asked me if it is true that women in their 60s have a higher sex drive than women decades younger.  As I told him, I can only speak for myself but yes, I am having the best sex of my life.  So all in all, I would have to give my sexual satisfaction an A+.

Since adding cyber sex to the mix, I have orgasms that last for forty five minutes.  I never expected this.   My ex had no sexual appetite and I had adjusted myself accordingly.  I am a one man woman…a serial monogamist and cheating never crossed my mind.  I had solo sex all the way along with erotica and a great vibrator.

Little did I know how much my life would change once reawakened and sexually active again.

After I left my husband, very young men began to appear on the scene.  Once I got a taste of what it is like to have a man turned on by the thought of me, my self confidence went through the roof.

Now I get why Madonna, Cher, Jennifer Lopez and now Heidi Klum love younger guys so much.  It is like a fountain of youth.  I feel younger than ever and life is changing.

I began writing again after a long hiatus.  I found myself a great new job.  I am leaving my current job with my head held high and a great relationship with my boss.

I think that the fountain of inner energy that is available because of my sex life is more tangible to me because I went without it for such a long time.

So that is why I give my sex life an amazing A+.  Do you hear a but coming?  Well, there is one.  I have a sex buddy who knows how to touch me and coax deep soul satisfying orgasm out of me.  Yummy.

The problem is, he travels.  I only see him about every other month.


If I moon over him and obsess about the when, where and how of our next encounter, it sucks.  All I can think of is how much I want to be with him again.  To feel his mouth on me.  Nipping, licking and kissing me… making me quake inside.  Of course I long to feel him touching and stroking me.  Duh.

That’s where cyber sex comes in.  I have two or three men that spend time with me and are eager to please.  The attraction is mutual and I enjoy learning what it takes to bring them the satisfaction they are bringing me.

What is happening for me is deep and crazy good orgasm without emotional attachment.  My body is now responsive to the quietest of touch and can be sent into waves of pleasure that last 30 to 45 minutes.  I am not kidding.

Here is what I think is going on.

It is hard for me to let my guard down when I am with a man.

But when I am alone, my body can fully relax and when that happens, orgasm happens all by itself.  Cyber buddies who text along…narrating the blow by blow, so to speak bring peak experiences again and again.

I am going to start seeing other men in the real world too.  Yes, I am a serial monogamist or so I thought.  Now, I am going to say yes when asked out and see what unfolds.

The beauty of solo sex with a cyber buddy is that it builds a sustained sexual energy which makes me more self confident and sure of myself when I am with real time men.

Because I am not sexually starving, I am much better at keeping my head screwed on straight when chemistry strikes.

Ultimately, all sex is solo sex.  Full and ecstatic orgasms are essentially self centered.  All awareness falls away as the body vibrates to a deep inner rhythm that pulsates pleasure upon pleasure.

Even with the love of your life, if you get to that peak place of pleasure, it doesn’t matter if he is there or not.  Having a fantasy partner will never be as hot as skin on skin, mouth on delicious mouth sex play.

But, a talented text partner, the right vibrator and a safe place to play make for a great evenings entertainment.  Solo sex is the safest sex out there and technology brings unlimited possibilities right to your phone or laptop.  What are you waiting for?

I love that you get hard when you think of me, however….

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Make me say yes....

Make me say yes….


Dear Fantasy Lover,


I like you. You’re fun.

You write in a smart ass sexy style that I find uber appealing. I look forward to your messages, they make me tingle and the hair on the back of my neck stand up.  My heart beat goes up when the mail box flashes with a new message from you.

That being said, there’s something you need to know.

I know you want me to have your cock. In my hands, in my mouth, between my breasts and other creative places in the geography that is us.

I appreciate that and believe me, there is nothing I appreciate more than a beautiful cock.

Did you hear a but coming? (Ok, get your mind out of the gutter, I spelled it with one t. Haha) Even though the texting is hot and even though there is cosmic and deliciously anonymous chemistry going on between us, you must never, ever put your cock anywhere near your cyber partner’s body without her ok.

On line just like in real life, your hands and mouth drive me wild and it is easy and comfortable to imagine you and I making out and enjoying each other as strangers.  I really need to know a man before I want to entertain him with my talents.

Women like me who have had a bit of a painful past when it comes to sex partners need a little coaching and patience to let go and let pleasure have its way.  It takes a special man to slow down to his lady’s pace, but worth it.

You wake up something fabulous in me and I am super turned on by what you say and how you say it.

I love how you write and I can’t wait for more. I have but one condition, let me pick the time and story line the next time your cockalicious self comes out to play.  Tease me and taste me and I promise you, we’ll rock it.

Shiver, shiver,


PS  Also, I never ever ride a cock that I haven’t tasted first….


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Yes, yes, yes….more of this please.

Dear Fantasy Lover,


Last time you took me to a place I had never been before.

Just thinking about you and chills run up my back and into the nape of my neck making my hair tingle. I don’t know how and why but I love what you do with my body.

You told me you would. You told me I wouldn’t regret it.

I don’t know how you knew but you were right. All I know is that I love the feeling of your hands on me. I crave it. I can’t wait til next time. I love how you nibble on me, not quite painful nips that send shock waves through me.

When I start to breathe hard and fast I know you know and you always slow down and lighten your touch at just the moment I need and want more. That tease blows me away. I love how gentle you are… sometimes I cum when you are just holding me.

I have never been with someone who puts me, my body and my pure pleasure first. Where did you come from, you rascal you, teasing and pleasing me and touching me with pleasure. I wish I could explain to you how good it feels when you do certain things.

I love when you kiss my shoulders and up into the nape of my neck. I tremble when you run your hands through my hair and grip it at the most delicious moments. I know you know I am happy when I arch my back and move toward you.

Exquisitely wicked, you always kiss everywhere but where I want you and my body always finds the magic when you finally do. I love how you sense my natural wanting as I slowly but willingly open my legs and relax.

Wasn’t it cool that time we were in the tub together, me lying up against your back and your arm around me, across my chest. I love that I am so comfortable with you that I could lay back on you and cum and cum just laying in your arms.

I hope it isn’t too long before we can be together again.

With a Shiver….

PS. I love how you taste right before you cum.

Dear Fantasy Lover….

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Yes please.

Yes please.

I still tremble at the thought of the orgasms from last time.  Like echoes, tender aftershocks of pleasure are right here…now.

I want to be kissed like that again. I want you to nibble on my lips and explore me with your tongue. As a matter of fact, I want you to explore more of me with your tongue. I want to feel kissed up and down my spine.

I want to feel your tongue on the bottom of my foot. I want to feel my toe in your mouth and I promise I will cum when you suck and nibble on me.

I want to tease and please you. I want you naked. I want to taste you in every way. I love exploring your body with my tongue. I love your stubble. I love when you tremble and moan under my spell.

I want to feel your strong arms around me and your hands on my skin. I want to lay down next to you and feel your body wind itself around me. I want your legs around me. I want to press my body against yours and lose myself in how good it feels.

I know how fucking fun it will be next time we are together. We have no obligation to each other, no promises, no broken promises.

I am having the best sex of my life and most of it is without you. I have fantastic cyber sex texting with men and pretending they are you. I think of being with you while in the tub and you are there, looking into my eyes, massaging my foot resting between your legs.

Even writing about it makes my body respond as if you are here touching me right now and that is super exciting.

The more I get, the more I want. I can’t wait til next time. I tremble at the thought of our next fantasy date.

Shivering in anticipation,

Wanna go somewhere and makeout?

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Hugging me tightly and nuzzling the back of my neck, I found it hard to catch my breath.

Yes please, I whispered.

Laughing, he grabbed my hand and pulled me toward the car. Wanna drive I said, sure he said. I love how he slides his hand along my thigh and not having to concentrate on my driving. Where are we going? I asked. I know a park near by where we can park. He grinned.

Trembling with Anticipation

Trembling with Anticipation

Something inside me is doing cartwheels. When I was 17 and parked to makeout, I was so terrified my dad would find out and shoot the poor boy before beating me black and blue with his belt, I could barely get my mouth open.

I was woefully inexperienced when I married the first time and had no idea that orgasm was such a multi-faceted experience. Now, when this much younger man touches me a certain way, my body rides waves of sexual pleasure all of it orgasmic.  Each time more exciting than the last.

He genuinely enjoys my pleasure and inexplicably, I am at ease and uninhibited when I am with him.

What I love is that he is able to bring all of this bliss to me while fully clothed in the back seat of a late model mustang convertible.

Kissing is delicious and playful. Exploring each other, nipping at lips and kissing eyelids. Hands running up and down my body, occasionally a finger winds its way around my body barely inside the waistband of my jeans.

He holds me tight while one hand goes up my back underneath my sweater. His hand on my skin is breathtaking. I love being so turned on. It has been such a long time since anyone has touched me like this and I am loving it.

Sighing with delight I arch my back and lift my arms and chin. He swoops in and kisses my throat circling back to my ear. Sucking my earlobe into his warm mouth I can’t help but squeal with delight. A cute quiet little squeal, but a squeal just the same.

My legs open easily as he moves his hand higher up my leg and teases with ever lighter touches. Reading my mind he begins to stroke between my legs with just the right pressure. With absolutely no resistance I allow myself to stay right with the pleasure with abandon.

He cheers me on, tells me how beautiful I am when I respond to him like that. He is very good and his touch sends me into orgasm after orgasm. All this with my clothes on. In the car. This is pure pleasure. Two consenting cuddlers, right?

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Hey Guys…5 Cyber Sex Tips To Make Your Lady Sizzle

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Do you know which words will tingle your lady inside out with delight? If the ladies you text with run from you even though you think you are being hot and sexy, read on:Inside your text partner is a sex kitten ready to play...

Here is the first message I got from someone on an erotic text site recently:

You stare out over the balcony viewing the ocean as the sound of waves crashing on the shore fill the silence in the hotel room. Your lover approaches you from behind and unties the bow wrapped around your neck as you gown drops effortlessly to the floor revealing your nakedness. You turn around facing your lover and grab his erect penis and lead him to the bed.

It starts out good but who is this about anyway? Guys, if you want to heat things up with a woman, playful texting is the perfect vehicle. It is foreplay at its best, especially when you know the right words.

Here’s the thing, would you seriously unzip and show off on the first date? I don’t know about all women, but this woman is totally turned off by this attempt at text seduction.

There are literally thousands of lonely and sexually interested women searching for good text sex out there. If you aren’t connecting to willing sext buddies, here’s how to start:

Here are five quick tips that will heat up your texts and get you a sext buddy of your own.

1. Follow her lead when it comes to timing. If she texts you right back, do your best to do the same. If she waits…you wait.  Get clear on her expectations when it comes to how often you like to text.  If she wants you to text more often…let her know how often you text and tell her that fewer is hotter.

2. Let her know that you are all about her pleasure. Be direct about it and tell her that you intend to find out what she likes and do a lot of it.  Most women have never had a man put them first.  Your sex buddy will open up as you show her that you care how good she feels.

3. Tease to please. Ask her where she likes to be touched when with a man for the first time. Then use that information to tease her.  Ask her if there are any words that turn her off and then promise never to use them.

4. Ask her questions along the way. Give her the opportunity to say yes to you. Give her the chance to anticipate what is coming later. Try, “When I get home would you mind if I…..?” You can make her melt with the right words.

5. Flirt with her and be fun. Playful is way sexier than porn. If you want to turn a woman on and have her hot for you, come play in her world and be a little naughty.

Once you have playful word play with a woman for a while, you will know if you have chemistry or not. You don’t need to be perfect and these tricks will not work for all women.

But if you want to have great cyber sex, I can promise you that once you take the time to build a playful rapport with your sext buddy, it will be well worth it.

Heck, she might even grasp your tight and throbbing wand and lead you right to heaven.

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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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“What’s a little harmless cuddling amongst consenting cuddlers?”

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Text: What is a little harmless cuddling between two consenting cuddlers.

ImageIt was those adorable words that started it all.

Something inside of me melted when I read it. A piece of resistance to letting myself be loved again fell away as I let myself want that cuddle so adorably offered.

Last night, just a few days after that little invitation I had the first of what I know is not the last one hour orgasm…like a physical echoing that held my body in ecstasy while I went about my business. It just didn’t want to stop.

I hadn’t touched myself, spoken to anyone or watched any porn…even the always fabulous erotica created by women for women. No, all this happened from a text conversation.

I found a website that offers hookups to people looking for virtual sexual partners but in a very classy way. No in your face sexuality at all. Discreet and inviting. Women are free and men purchase credits to connect with women members.

It is red hot texting with a lover. The crazy anticipatory turn-on knowing your person is with you in real time and all about your pleasure is ridiculous. Holy Crap.

I was contacted by men nearly immediately on the site and the very first one brought me this gift of an hour long orgasmic paradise. He was not the only one involved though…here is why I was on the site in the first place.

I am killer attracted to a man who is not available to me right now. I can barely resist him and while I know he is interested and seems to care about me beyond how good we could be physically, I am just not in a position to be having sex with someone right now. In person sex, that is.

So, here’s what happened. FunInOhio was texting me on line in a private chat room. He was detailing what he wanted to be doing to me, had a degree of fun and creativity and it was mildly hot. Mildly because he had me naked immediately and was acting as if I was already aroused and ready for that.

He, like many men sexters I meet, skipped right over the all important Setting The Stage Step and was out of sync with my desire.

But, when I imagined it was my unavailable guy who was typing what he wanted to do to me…. , the cuddler mentioned above, I melted in a way that let me orgasm in waves and waves. I was completely alone in the experience physically but his energy was all around and over me. I felt safe and relaxed like never before and I just coasted into a matchless body state.

There is something about being alone that let me relax in a profoundly deeper way than I do with a partner.

There was family in the next room. I just sat there on the couch and my body went to a place of crazy delicious and over the top feel good. FunInOhio didn’t want anything in return. He seemed genuinely wowed by my experience.

And my unavailable guy? I don’t think he realizes what his texts are doing to and for me. I can’t wait to explore this option. Maybe one day we will add that dimension but until I am ready to be with someone physically again, I plan on having some some great sexual fun and enjoy the anonymity of the internet in a way that works for me.