I like younger men, but usually I go for the 20-21 year olds. Any younger than that can be a mixed bag of issues that I don’t typically want to deal with. I do like them to be more mature than their years. I am picky and very selective. I look for them wherever I go.

There was a new cashier at my local grocery store, where I do all of my shopping. I went through his line and saw his name tag said “Eric”. He had a very clean cut appearance, very neat, and he was also doing his job intensely. I watched him check out the people ahead of me.

At surface level… I could tell he was almost a little geeky, probably shy, but he exuded intelligence too. By looking at him, I knew he was a good student, had made his parents proud, and was probably intimidated by girls. It sounds egotistical but I can spot them right away.

I watched Eric. I noticed his hands, rather larger, his finger nice and long. I daydreamed a little about how they’d feel inside me. I looked back to his face… he had pretty blue eyes with long lashes but he avoided eye contact with the customers. He was there physically; just not mentally,… he was also lost in his own little daydreams.

When I got up to the register, he made very quick eye contact with me, and proceeded to do his job. I leered in at him, almost concentrating on making him feel me staring. Does that work? I sure as hell don’t know, but it I felt like it did. He looked a little younger than I first thought up close, kind of a baby face.

How can I explain it to you? It was his awkwardness that I found arousing. Assuming he had no more than moderate experience with women, I decided I was going to have to teach him some new tricks. That’s how it began, just simply due to my “mood” while shopping on a Saturday afternoon. Poor Eric had no idea what he was in store for.

To Be Continued Soon!

I like younger men, but I am only in my late 20’s, so while I am an older woman than the guys I like… I’m not the cougar type… yet anyway. I guess will be someday lol. What I like about younger men is “inexperience” and even their awkwardness in regard to the way they deal with me. There is something very arousing about a young 21 year old who is totally nervous in my presence. It’s a compliment to me, it is even a shy guy’s way of flirting, if you know what I mean. It means they find me attractive, that their minds are working overtime about me. Considering that men of all ages think every few minutes about sex…. I know what is on their mind. And again, considering that I try to make myself obvious as a tease… I work on every movement I make.

That’s right, I wonder how many men actually realize this. Every time I accidentally bump him, touch his arm, or pick fuzz off his shirt… it’s totally intentional. The way I prop my head when I’m listening to him speak, every time I shift my body, or move closer to him… is a complete plan in action. I was born with a gift…. of intuitively knowing how to capture men. It’s my super hero power… and my super hero cape says, “The Seductress”. I guess I am technically a villain though, because I am out for myself, to bed some guy for my own pleasure, to totally get his attention, I want him to lust after me, and then I like to walk away before it gets sticky… in a different way.

I like all kinds of men, so an appearance is much less important to me then you think. I watch body language… and there are sometimes very subtle things about men that can turn me on. I love to watch someone doing something very mundane, when they do not know I’m watching them. I usually set my sights on a guy, and in my perverted head… I start thinking about his face between my legs. Then I know… it’s time to release my super villain powers.

The idea of this blog was always to share some of my stories. These are stories that I don’t tell my girlfriends or anyone else that I know. I never wanted my image out on the net, I imagine that can be very hot… but my job is important to me and I actually don’t want my two worlds to collide. I like them separate, I like keeping secrets… but confessing them to total strangers turns me on!

More often then not… after I post…. I do end up masturbating and cumming hard. As I write the message to post I get very wet and tingly. Sometimes as I write… I end up removing my pants, panties or whatever else might be blocking my pussy from being diddled with. 9 out of 10 times when I masturbate I do use a vibrator. Whoever invented them is a genius and I do need it both on my clit and punched deep inside my hole too. I have fucked myself so hard with it before that I have been sore after.

I have no idea how many men read this blog, and there have been times where I have gotten quite literally too busy to write in it. I have a new seduction of a much younger man to share and will be posting it in several parts. I hope it can make some readers jerk off for me. It is a shame that I use my super powers for naughtiness.

My job often affords me the ability to work from home. I go through periods of time where I am able to work from my home office for months on end. At other times, obviously, I have to report to my office and perform my job from there. I hate those times, even though I love my job. Being at home and working from there allows me more time to masturbate. Today I was lucky enough to get to be home again after many months of being on the road or in the stuffy office. I missed out so much on having the time to play. My arousal took over pretty early this morning. I decided to work at my desk with naked today. I know that probably sounds so phony to read it in some stranger’s blog… but I assure it that it is true.

So I worked in the raw, and it always feels so good to be nude. Just being without clothes turns me on when it goes beyond the ‘shower”. If nudist were not always promoting that living as a nudist was not sexual…. I’d become one in an instant. For me… it IS sexual.

I am gifted perhaps in the clit department in my opinion. You see… mine pokes out, and is very prominent. Particularly when I am aroused. It usually pops out past my pussy lips, which allows me to often grind it against “something” without other people even knowing it. In today’s case, I got a kitchen chair from my dining room to sit on. The cool hard wood bumping against my hard clitty all morning made it swell, tingle, and throb. I savored that sensation, I waited to masturbate. I felt the chair get wet all morning.

A vibrator sits in my office drawer, and when I could no longer stand it, I got it out. I just leaned back in my kitchen chair right at my desk and put that tingly monster against my clit. I used my fingers to open up the puffy lips and to pull the skin taunt. I pressed that lovely little vibe hard against me and was cumming within minutes.

I left behind a sticky mess that I had to clean up. My poor chair has seen this before. Thank goodness girlie juice doesn’t ruin the finish to wood.