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.

The time just flies when you are having fun, but alas that’s not what I have been up to.  I have a regular “straight” job and sometimes I travel for it which is where I have been the last few months. To say I was over-worked and stressed out would be an understatement. I was working many twelve hour days and doing nothing but sleeping in my hotel room. My sex adventures REALLY went on hold for a few months! It sucks, but fortunately I am home again, but just beginning to settle back in to my normal schedule.

I went shopping at the local mall this weekend and I happened to bump into a dear old high school friend… of course he is male. Rarely do I have female friends. Or when I do they tend to be surface level girl friends who really do not know me well. Most women would never understand my sexual urges, most of the casual female friends I have are looking for excuses to quit fucking their husbands. That’s the main reason I do not believe in marriage.

The old male friend I bumped into this weekend is a guy I had a total crush on, and a wild flirtation with. I can’t even recall any longer why we never hooked up. Perhaps it was just a timing thing. I was also a lot more discreet and cautious back then. My slut personality was there, I was just careful in college because one wrong move could really screw up your social life. Now that I am a bit older and not as worried about my social circle I can be more of myself in the right situation.

My old college pal was there chatting to me with his wife and kids in tow. I remember how crazy he used to be, and he was still extremely good looking. The conversation was totally casual but the wife was completely looking me up and down trying to figure out how I knew her husband. I like that. I like making a wife nervous. I knew she’d ask him as soon as I walked away and somehow that becomes an aphrodisiac. It turns me on.

I exchanged numbers with my old friend. I have this feeling from the glimmer in his eye that I will hear from him. I noticed him noticing me up and down just like his wife did.  Never married and no kids… I’m in much better shape then his wife. Since we always had a bit of sexual tension – I know he won’t pass up a chance to at least call me.

I have yet to decide what, if anything, I will do. Maybe I will tease him, bait him, trap him. Maybe I will instead let him do all the baiting and just never let him win. I will have to look my old photos from college and think on it.

I heard from the Younger Guy – the one I call Scott, and my primary younger lover. Scott had gotten a bit obsessive about me, and I cut him short since a relationship was not my priority.

Scott got himself a little girlfriend shortly after our demise, which has now been nearly a year. And me let say that she is adorable. She is a petite thing, same age as him, and what I would define as a good girl. That’s not to say that I am a bad girl… only behind closed doors. But I do genuinely think she is the right type of girl for him, pretty, sweet, and the kind that will impress his mother. But there is a problem.

Apparently, I fucked Scott all too well. He has continued his relationship with her but he has also continued to send the occasional text message to my cell phone. He sent me a gift at Christmas and while it was just a small token from a 21 year old… it shows he is still thinking of me. I’ve not responded to him…. until today.

I choose to do it today because the text from came at a point where I was both bored and horny. Do you know the kind of horny that occurs because you’ve got nothing better to do then masturbate? I was in that mood so I simply answered that things were good. He responded right away to ask what I was up to. So I told him. It went like this:

His text to me: Hope you are ok
My response: Doing good thx
Him: Wot are u up to
Me: Being Horny
Him: I still want u
Me: ur taken now
Him: lets cheat
Me: ok with me just sex
Him: can I call u now
Me: yep

He called me and tried to have some small talk, and even at one point clearly was trying to explain himself with the past disagreement on us having a greater romance. I interrupted him, I didn’t want to hear it. What I wanted was him to hear me… to hear me masturbate. I told him so, and like a good young man he obeyed and shut the fuck up.

I got out my vibrator, the real loud one, so he could hear it. I took off my pants and laid back on my bed with the phone pressed against my ear. He just listened to me cum while he jacked off. It was ultimately pretty fast maybe 10 minutes of lust.

After we came, and got settled… he asked if we could see each other again. I made it clear that we could, as long as it was for sex. He agreed. I asked him how things were with this sweet little girlfriend and he said everything was great.

Me: But you still want to hook up with me even though things are great with her?
Him: Yes.

He did not expand on it, and it isn’t really needed. I don’t really care. I just want a hot beef injection from that horny young unstoppable cock. Scott can fuck over and over again, he practically never loses his hard on. I guess I am the perfect “other woman”. I should be ashamed of that, but hell he is young and it’s likely he isn’t going to marry her right now. So what the hell?

I am off work today. I got horny. I got wet. I was feeling nasty. I got naked. I am naked right now and as you read this I am playing with myself. Get your cock out and jack it off too.

Pause.

I am sitting at my desk at home. I took one of my flexible dildos out of it’s hiding place. It’s cock shaped and ridged like a real dick. I placed it in very warm water. I lubed it a little as it is rather thick. I had to scoot down on my office chair and spread my legs opened wide. I slid that mother fucker deep into my cunt. Now I sit here typing with a warm plastic dick inside me.

Pause.

I’ve not done any thrusting yet. I want it to feel full inside my pussy. If I close my eyes the heated dildo almost… almost… feels real. I wish.

Pause.

My nipples are hard and puckered. I stop typing to pinch them sometimes. I’m also rubbing them and my fat pussy lips a little.

Pause.

I remember his cock. The big one. The 22 year old one. I fucked him two weeks ago. Didn’t know his last name. Hardcore.

Pause.

I love typing this out, it is like really sharing myself at the height of my arousal. I feel like I could be talked into almost anything. I feel WILLING.

Pause.

I have to stop writing and focus on cumming.

I wonder if other people’s sex lives are normal. One thing that has changed over the years is that more people do let their freak out, and we can expose it more on the internet. Thank Goddess for that!

The freak I discovered that lives in me is that I enjoy younger men. Not that I don’t enjoy the older ones too, but the younger ones are a bit like having a sweet “dessert”. I get the same great rush from fucking a younger man as I do when I cheat on my diet and have a small slice of cake.

I’m not a MILF (aka Mom I’d like to Fuck – in case you don’t know the term) because I don’t have kids and I don’t want them. I am not maternal or the nurturing type, and I don’t want to mother 20 year old guys either. I’m not a cougar, and really I am not that drastically much older then some of the younger men I’ve been with lately. I’m older, but not old for them so luckily I’ve not been turned down.

I’m going to have to come up with some fake names to tell some of these stories since I’ve added a few young lovers to my list. The first intense young lover I had is posted about already in my archives. For a name from now on I am going to call him Scott. That name is so far from his real one so he shouldn’t discover my blog lol. I had toyed around with some other men younger then me, but with him there was a distinct age gap and the fling was intense. I still hear from him actually… I have not decided yet if I feel like returning his messages.

Lately I’ve met a few others and had some one night stands which is always cool with me. Sometimes it’s easier, sometimes the sex is only average. For right now I have been traveling a bit for my job and that’s enough. Now that the new year is coming things will settle a bit, and I can get back to posting some clearer details.

Something that turns me on when I masturbate is to use a very flexible dildo to spank my pussy with. I love to literally smack it on my spread open pussy so it makes a slap slap slap noise. Doing this drives me crazy, makes me tingle, and causes my clit to get VERY swollen. Sometimes spanking my pussy long enough can make me cum too. Of course when a cock is spanking it – it is even better, but I can handle some pretty rough clitty smacks. I love some cock tapping and then the head rubbed on my clit… then back to some tapping. Yesterday I had some hot masturbation by telephone with The fuck buddy and he loves when I spank my pussy for him. I came hard, and more than once!

One of my dear readers emailed me today reminding me to get my hot ass in gear and to get back to posting. He was right. Thanks for that, nice to know someone is reading.. and hopefully jacking off too.

I’ve been busy with the Rocker lately since my last post. We have gone through a few different phases where we find the time to spend together and others where we do not. Since this is a no string attached kind of relationship… it works for us.

He has had some time off and he came out for a two week visit. I couldn’t wait to have his stiff cock in my mouth and it was the very first thing I went for. Basically he got here and unpacked a little and I groped his dick through his pants. He even said “Geez calm down Kendall, let me get organized first”. But I saw no reason for that.

I rubbed a minute longer and went for the zipper. He was putty in my hands by the time it was down. I reached in and got what I wanted. I sucked his cock slowly at first, and then hard and harder. I love the way it feels on my tongue and I like to trace and lick it. I also enjoy a good throat fucking too. He didn’t disappoint me… he grabbed the back of my head so he could really stuff my dirty little mouth.

Blow jobs should be sloppy. They should be wet and make lots of noise too in my opinion. I like to slurp or even moan with a dick in my mouth. It’s the right atmosphere and adds to the momentum. Every time he got close to the edge… I slowed it down. While I was hungry for his dick juice, I didn’t want it to be over too quickly. I like to savior sex and drag out the moment.

He reached down and gave my right nipple a hard pinch which always sends a tingle straight down to my pussy. I felt a little gush of wetness leak out of me. I love his big fingers and he yanked at my top so he could fit his hand inside. His hot fingers toying with my nipple made me want to feel them on my clit. Time to suck him completely OFF.

I worked him in and out of my mouth faster, pumping it deep in and sliding it far back out. He grabbed my head again and his moans indicated he was getting close. He told me he was going to come all over my face and that I had to leave it there while he ate me out. He loves to talk nasty during sex acts which is hot hell!

And then he did it – he didn’t just cum, he exploded. And it was the biggest load that splat on my face… warm and sticky. It was on my nose, my cheeks, and lips. When he pulled out of my mouth to shoot it… he literally hunched over in pleasure losing the power in his body for a minute. I spent that minute licking the jizz off my lips.

I stood up and starting undoing my jeans. Hey, he said he was going to eat me out so I wasn’t wasting the time. One thing I do love about the Rocker is the way he goes down on me. Some men do it slowly, and that’s nice… but sometimes I want it aggressive. The rocker is very aggressive… he shoved me down on the bed and yanks my pussy lips open to immediately start sucking my clit in his mouth. He jams his tongue into me, he flicks it HARD against me. I came in less time then he did.

After I came, we got up and I did wipe the rest of the cum off my face before it totally dried. We discussed the fact that these next two weeks would be nothing but fucking. He didn’t want to go out unless we had too. I said it fine by me because I had no interest in him meeting my family and playing the boyfriend.

To be continued….

The rocker and I kept in contact and started having regular phone sex. I happen to enjoy it, and in some way it is an awesome prelude to real sex. I’ve always loved watching a guy jerk off, and I’ve always loved listening to it too.

It wasn’t just phone sex where he’d call and we’d get it over with. It was twisted and kinky… two of my favorite things. He’d email me in the morning (sometimes we’d both work from home) and we get into a chat program. He’d have instructions for my day to prepare for our sex talk later.

Usually, he’d ask me to not wear panties or pants all day, just a tee shirt for instance. Then he’d want me to periodically throughout the day to rub my clit or finger myself to keep my pussy as wet as possible. It had to get drenched. Sometimes we’d both remain in the chat all day and periodically I’d get IMs from him to tell me to do it and then describe it back to him. The main issue was that I could not cum. I had to save that for his phone call.

Sometimes he’d ask me to insert a vibrator in me or to fuck myself with it, or a dildo. He even started buying me a collection of sex toys to use with his instruction. My descriptions to him kept him in a perpetual hard on the whole day, and he liked that. Sometimes he’d stroke himself too, but he couldn’t cum either. These games would last anywhere from 3 -8 hours in a one day.

Sometimes he’d ask me to remain naked the whole day too. Sometimes he’d call and ask me to put the phone down to pussy and finger it so he could hear how wet it had gotten. I played the game well, not because I am “obedient” or submissive in any way… I am just a freak and love sex games such as this. It was mutual and he’d often want my structions too, my input was of high importance.

We’d prearrange his phone call so it was a set time we could both agree on and shortly before that, he’d tell me to play with myself so when he called… my horniness would be detectable in my voice. His would also, his anticipation was very obvious in his voice and that’s a complete turn on to me.

Then we’d recount our day long masturbation to each other. I’d tell him everything I did, for how long, how it felt to stop. He’d do the same. Then we’d go to it. He’d jack off while I used my vibrator. He’d ask me to spank my pussy and let him listen. He’d ask me to slap it so hard that it stung but also felt good. We’d be loud and vocal. We’d moan, and breathe hard. It was very hot.

We would try to time our orgasms together, or at least as close as possible. He seemed to have great control of his own release and often did it as he’d demand me to cum. It was fun, it was dirty, and very hot. It made me really wonder even more what fucking him in real time would be like.

After we’d both cum and clean up, we’d talk about regular stuff. We’d almost pretend we weren’t perverts for a short time. I enjoyed talking to him; he was smart, funny, and interesting. But I liked the phone sex masturbation games even more.