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.

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.

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?

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 worked some, I have a pretty prominent job that I don’t discuss for fear of discovery. I worked from morning to 1pm. I knew I was horny was so busy I just couldn’t address it. At lunch I logged into one of my hang outs and hooked up for the third time with a super sweet guy I met there for some anonymous and mutual fun. I was horny and needed to cum. I masturbated with my vibrator. It was all good.

Later I had to go to work but being in the constant state of arousal – I didn’t wear panties and never really wiped out my pussy too good after masturbating. It produces the extra sloppy effect which I like. You can feel the lips slide and my whole pussy was swollen from masturbating earlier… that my clit is still protruding. The fat lips slippery against it makes it feel nice, leaves me always aware that pussy needs more. I do this often.

Later I got online only to have The Fuck Buddy messaged me. I should say the FORMER fuck buddy since we haven’t really been talking much this year. We always go through the “why can’t we get back together” bullshit that bores me to tears. We really had nothing more then good sex so there isn’t much to go back to considering I can get myself off too. But he is obsessed with the past, especially the Younger Man I was fucking for 2 years during my supposed relationship with him lol. I’m not laughing to be a bitch, I’m laughing over it because it always comes back up.

The Fuck Buddy can never figure out what he wants, or what will piss him off. He always wants the details of my seductions, but when he is informed he goes into a jealous rage… which also turns him on by the way.

He were some of my responses:

Yes, I told you before that he did lick my asshole.

He fucked me up against a wall in a condo with his face pressed flat against it. The neighbor complained about it actually since they listened to every thrust and each moan.

I did like the way he ate me out, it was slow and he loved sniffing my pussy before he licked it. It turned me on because it seemed dirty. He even liked it a little smelly after I wore pantyhose all day long.

He was a passionate lover, he would stare into my eyes while we fucked. He loved to watch my face while eating me.

Yes, of course he got too attached to me, yes he told me he loved me after a year of smut. I never said it back. I guess he was heartbroken, but I find that sexy too. I love it when a man pleads for me. I love to go back and fuck him giving him a little hope. Then ruining his day when I still am not interested in his love wishes.

No, of course he didn’t fuck my ass… I only do that with special people. (ok so I lied)

The Fuck Buddy was mad, he was PISSED, he bitched me out on an IM. Then I had to break the news and admit that I had been fucking The Rocker just a few weeks ago. He logged off, just couldn’t take it anymore. Fuck him — he ASKED me for details. Tomorrow I will email him to see if he jacked off off and I bet he did.

I tried to log back in to my adult space account to masturbate again, but the damn site was down all night. I took care of business on my own anyway.

I just got out of the shower after performing hair removal rituals for my cunt. I like pubic hair, I hate the shaved look. I have what you’d call Trim. Sometimes I use that word too when talking about my cunt.

“Wanna lick some trim?” is something I have said often.

So now my trim is all nice and clean and neat. I have soft dark brown pubes. I keep the trim pretty trim. I also have pretty fat cunt lips and large inner labias. The word labia is boring, I prefer calling them inner pussy flaps. They are also fat and dangle outside my cunt lips when they get all pink and need sucked. I love them pulled open and a hot wet tongue on my clit. In fact, I love the fact that my cunt is fat, has big meat curtains to spread open – it makes it all more technical, more things must happen to touch, lick, or fuck me. A man has to be interested or at least intrigued by my cunt too.

As I write this post for you, I am naked sitting at my computer. I’ve been rubbing my size C cup NATURAL titties in between typing. I always masturbate after writing in this blog. I can feel my CUNT dripping on the chair actually. It will be juiced and ready for a dildo fucking.

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.

Eventually as per usual the boyfriend thing pissed me off and I removed myself again from that relationship. I did tell the younger man but he was still distant. We discovered a weekend that we were both finally available and made plans for his visit. But alas, during my boyfriend troubles I felt like I needed to teach him a lesson and fuck the younger man. So at the last minute I asked the younger man to meet me at my beach condo for a friendly weekend only. He accepted with a little reluctance, maybe shyness, but made it clear it was a friend only weekend. O f course it was, I told him. But really I had other plans.

I got to the condo first while he was flying in. I had some time to clean, get things organized, and dress like a slut before I went to pick him up. It was hot, it was the middle of July, I put on the skimpiest shorts and tiny little tank top. I applied lotion my legs to make them shine. I fixed my face, I gave my hair a slightly tousled look. I put on my flip flops and went to get him.

Sometimes I think I should call the younger man “the boy” instead. He had an air of innocence, he seemed slightly sheltered, and he came from the perfect family. His family did not swear, they were what I call the goody goody type. His reaction to my barely clothed body was almost embarrassment. It wasn’t that he didn’t look and stare, it was every other guy at the airport looking and staring that made him feel awkward. I made the excuse that I drove down in this outfit; it was hot, and just comfortable. I made special efforts not to notice any other man looking.

We got back to the condo, he got a beer and sat down with a sigh on the couch. I had one too. He was clearly relaxing so I got him another beer like a good hostess. I sat closer to him on the couch. We chatted. Eventually I wiggled in for a quick and nice kiss. He did it, but then pulled back. He was worried about the boyfriend so I said he was an ex and didn’t matter to me. He asked about our friendship agreement.

I sat my beer down. I gazed at him with a sexy look and turned toward him. With one gentle swing I lifted myself, and climbed on his lap to face him. He put his hands on my waist as if to stop me. I said I didn’t care about some other guy, I was with him and I was so very attracted to him. I said I was really afraid to say it sooner, but the beer brought the truth out of me (lol). I kissed him again, now deeper. It wasn’t but a few seconds before he was kissing me back and his hands loosened on my waist. I kissed his neck, he returned it. We let our eyes meet, it was a sexy make out session. At one point he suggested again that maybe this was not a good idea due to my “ex”.

I was getting pissed off. What is it with this kid? 20 years old and not wanting to get laid? Isn’t he supposed to have one thing on his mind? It was time to make a drastic move.

I repeated my speech about who I was there with, and I started to wiggle my hips grinding my crotch into his. I could feel the hard on was there, and pushed myself harder into like a lap dancing slut. He groaned a little but asked me what I was doing. I told him it was what I wanted to do. The grinding got more intense and he put his head back closing his eyes in enjoyment for a few minutes. Then he abruptly grabbed my waist again with a gasp.

“You better stop it. You are getting something started and you could regret it later.” He said.

I giggled, I kissed him, and wiggled and squirmed on his bulge some more. The intensity reached it peak when he gasped again, this time cumming in his pants. I fucking loved it but he seemed embarrassed. The great thing about a 20 yr old is his libido, for me it was hot. But he got up and went downstairs to clean himself up. I have to say I wasn’t sure why he was so damn shy about all this. He came back fully clothed after about 15 minutes. By this point I had moved to the floor to mess with the radio. He crawled over to sit next to me.

“Hope you’re happy with yourself for making me do that”, he said.

“Absolutely”, I replied!

I guess that was all he wanted to know. He suddenly changed from sweetie boy to horny devil. He said, “now it’s my turn”, and pushed me slowly down on the floor to yank my shorts off. He pushed his face up to my panties and sniffed very deeply trying to get a good whiff.

His fingers felt good as he tried to peel my panties down, I helped to get them off. And then he started gentle kissing my fat pussy lips. His tongue danced lightly along my slit and he spread me open very wide. He gave me one big long wet lick and then tapped his tongue all over my clit.

Surprise surprise – he knew what he was doing after all. His tongue made me tingle; he ate me like he was starved. I think he ate my pussy practically raw. I came, and hard – but he wouldn’t stop licking me and I kept trying to get away. I’d move, and he’d move back deep into me. We moved together clear across the floor. I was practically begging him to stop, my clit was so sensitive and my legs were quivering. My whole body was shaking from that thunderous orgasm. Eventually he stopped, wiped the cream from his face, and smiled. I relaxed my body and just needed to recover… but finally the 20 year old libido was present, he started yanking off his clothes. I asked him to give me a minute to recover, but he said, “I don’t think so”. He slide his cock into me instantly, I didn’t get to see it but it felt rather large and filled me up. He started thrusting in me, and I was almost too exhausted to pump back. In and out, in and out. He grabbed my legs and pushed them up onto his shoulders so he could go deeper. We made eye contact the whole time. He started pumping me faster, wet sticky sounds filled the room. His pace was building, and he told me he wanted to cum in me. As soon as he said it, he did it. He exploded, leg go of my legs, and collapsed on me. He was breathing hard and let his cock slide out of me so I could feel his sticky honey drip out. He just lay there on top of me heaving and sweating with his face buried in my neck. Every now and then he’d chuckle practically like he was pleased. Soon he lifted his head and kissed me sweetly on the lips.

Slowly he raised his body up, and there appeared his cock… still rock hard. By the time I saw it, he was already pushing it back into me without warning. Round 2 had begun. This time he last longer, and I was ready for it again. My pussy was slick from his cum but we fucked good and steady for 30 minutes straight. Just pump, pump, pump, over and over. I’d catch myself forgetting where we were, and just lose myself in it all.

I could feel his shaft with each thrust rubbing against my clit which felt huge and swollen. I had a few very small orgasm sensations and suddenly it came over me like a wave of pleasure. I started to cum. I dug my fingernails in his back, and froze. He kept pumping and when my pussy started to throb on his cock… he stayed still to feel it. Then two more thrusts and he said he was about to cum again. He pulled back and shot his load all over my pussy. I knew my pussy was puffed up and extra fat because I could feel his hot juice just dribbling all in it. He was jacking his dick to get every drop out and smearing his own cum all over it. It looked good and wet, all coated in jizz. Then he turned himself around so it hung (still hard by the way) over my face. He started licking his cum off my pussy. I let him find his way to my mouth and wrapped my lips around his dick to suck him off.

His biggest loads of cum were shot already, so by the time he came in my mouth there wasn’t a whole lot left, but I sucked out as much as I could. My whole face was sticky from residue, and so was his.

This damn kid never lost his erection. He fucked me AGAIN doggie style, and rammed me so hard a few times it hurt. He just kept cumming, and was ready to go within seconds again. I think we fucked about 11 times and it took all night long since each time he lasted longer. We had to stop a few times for water or so I could pe,e and then he’d be right back to fucking me. I think we really only stopped because we got sore, not because we wanted to.

We had to sleep the entire day and when we got up we were back to it again after food and showers. This was literally the only beach trip I took where I never once made it to the actual beach. I saw the view, but never touched the sand.

At the end of the weekend and going back home alone I laughed privately about the whole thing. I thought he was shy, I thought he was innocent, I thought I was going to corrupt him… but he showed me up. Maybe I created a sex monster (oh I hoped so) I figured there was more left in him, and of course a guy with this much sex drive should not be wasted. I’d have to fuck him again very soon.

After their performance the entire band lurked in the club and as it got later much of the crowd had filtered out. With my family present I had to be much more discreet so I made sure I ordered a drink next to the rocker, and casually made sure he looked at me while I ignored him. Later I approached him to compliment the band, flash a flirty look and walk away. I starting making eye contact with him but remained sweetly coy. Eventually the magic worked, he approach me to talk and got me a drink.

With the crowd still filtering out and lots more people approaching the rocker like an army of groupies… we eventually moved over to a corner u shaped booth that was fairly private, dark, and a distant from my family. We chatted, we drank, and we flirted. We had lots of things in common it turned out. Eventually we kissed.

Kissing is an art if it is done properly. I absolutely love to kiss. It also tells you a great deal about a potential sex partner and what they’ll be like in bed. In the Rocker’s case… he was gentle and sweet at first, but then the kisses grew harder, deeper, and very aggressive. Our tongues were fucking and I could feel the dampness seeping into my panties.

We whispered some dirty things to each other. He told me how rock hard his dick was, so I told him how soaked my pussy was. He asked me to go somewhere with him, some place where we could fuck.

I couldn’t blow my secret in front of my family. I didn’t drive and I was some distance away from home. If I had been hanging out with girlfriends I could have trusted that they’d understand and maybe even wait out my booty call. But my brothers were much less understanding or appreciative of my libido. I also liked this rocker guy and the aggressive kissing we did. It told me that he’d fuck me hard like that too. I may want that more than once. I may even want to make him beg me for it, and then let him pound me like a man out for revenge. The possibilities were endless.

I told him I couldn’t go anywhere and that my brothers were occasionally looking over to make sure I was ok, they were very protective of me. I told him I really wanted to fuck him senseless, he took my phone number down but was concerned about a small tour of cities that his band was on. We went back to sucking face. A little more time passed by, the club emptied more until we were left in the corner in a great deal of quiet.

The rocker couldn’t take much more. He put my hand on his dick under the table and I gave it a squeeze. He slide his hand up my thigh and under my skirt. His finger lightly rubbed the outside of my panty crotch and he pulled back from the kiss to tell me how he could feel the wetness leaking out of me. He almost seemed shocked.

I told him to finger fuck me. He laughed nervously, looked around and specifically over at my party animal family who were busy socializing. I put my left leg up on he booth behind him and pulled my right knee up close so I was positioned better. I told him again to finger fuck me, that I needed to cum and NOW.

He gave me a soft kiss on the lips, and I felt it. His warm long thick finger pulling, and pushing the crotch of my panties to the side. He slid it carefully up and down my slit. Our faces were inches apart like we whispering to each other and we were sometimes. He dragged the tip of his finger down my clit and fondled the opening flaps of my cunt for a minute before he jammed it in me. He moved his finger in and out slowly, and I told him he’d better get it thrusting harder.

He whispered to me. He told me it was wet, and he had to go slow at first because I was so tight. He told me he was going to lick that finger clean after I came on it. He started punching that finger in so deep I could feel his fist pounding against my clit and it didn’t take me long to cum on his hand. He let his finger remain in me and after an orgasm I get very squirmy sensitive for a little while.

My sister in law came walking over to the table and stood behind the booth. Fortunately she couldn’t see anything – it just looked like we were cuddled together. She said my brother was ready to get going and we discussed leaving while the rocker continued wiggling his finger in my pussy. When my sister in law walked away I made sure he sucked that finger for me.

I asked him if he was going to find another girl to fuck or if he wanted me to call him to listen to him jack off as soon as I was alone. He chose the latter and we said our good-byes until I got home to call him.