At Last

Ok, I'm sorry, this is the long-awaited (by me) story of my actor prospect. I'm sorry, things were still kind of busy when I finally had a story to tell, and then I got sick. Don't get sick, kids. It's annoying. No, I didn't have COVID either. I got the fun traditional kind of sick.

But before that, the show finished up and we had a cast party. My actor friend needs a name. How about Darren? Darren was true to his word, didn't say anything to me about hooking up during the whole show process, didn't get impatient, was a total gentleman. Still young enough to be my son, but when has that ever stopped me before.

But at the cast party, he sidled up to me and said, "Is it cool to ask you out again now?"

To which I giggled and acted very much not my age. I swear, sometimes I'm like a schoolgirl. What can I say? His attentions were very flattering.

He'd met Sveta when she came to see the play, and I thought maybe that would dissuade him a little, but no, when I giggled he grinned and then put his hand on my waist like he wasn't several inches shorter than me. "Now I know you know some quiet places around here for us to get better acquainted," he said. Cocky. No, that's not fair. Confident. And I like a little confidence in a guy. I swear, he wasn't pushy or sleazy, just confident.

"I'm not sure I want to get to know you like that," I said. He looked slightly deflated, so I hurriedly clarified, "I mean, I'd like to get to know you in a more comfortable way. Not having to worry about someone walking in. That kind of thing."

"Oh, so it's like that now, is it?" The grin was back.

"I'd invite you home, but Sveta's there and I don't want to share you," I said. I didn't mention that Zoe was also there. No reason to make things complicated.

"No, no, tonight's all about you." And he glanced around to see if anyone was watching and then pulled me gently to him and kissed me, his hand on the upper curve of my ass, his tongue in my mouth, not forceful, just comfortable. So yeah, we made out for a while. I'm pretty sure some other people saw, and I'm not crazy about that because I don't want them to think that this was something that had been going on previously. But we're all adults, and if it makes me seem a little slutty, well, I'm a little slutty.

Finally we broke away and adjusted ourselves back to somewhat normal. He said, "I got an apartment but it's a bit of a drive." Which was okay because my house was a bit of a drive too. And neither of us could afford a motel or anything like that.

So I told him I'd see him there. He gave me the address and then said he was going to take off, "to get things ready for you."

I told him, "I don't need rose petals and candle light." He laughed at that.

I had to stay around and say goodbye to people and it took me longer than I wanted to to get out of there. My panties were drenched already, but I managed not to leave wet patches on any seats. Okay, there wasn't much danger of that, but I really wanted to get some.

I drove to Darren's apartment thinking what an idiot I was being, but at the same time really wanted to rip my clothes off in his doorway and just take him up against a wall. I'm not sure if you've ever had that feeling, but it's frustrating: the feeling that you need sex really badly but the way you're going about it is a bad idea. I don't know why I felt that way, really.

Darren invited me in. "No rose petals, but I did get a bottle of wine," he said.

"Let's worry about refreshments later," I said, and surprised him a little by kind of throwing myself at him. But he adapted quickly and pretty soon his hands were all over my ass while his kisses moved lower and lower on my collar bone.

I hadn't worn anything special as far as clothes, but underthings, well, I anticipated that it might happen so I dressed up a little. When he got to my red lace bra he enjoyed looking at it for a few moments, then cupping my breasts, which I instantly felt shy about because they're not very big and I was sure he wanted them to be bigger. I didn't say that, of course, but it pulled my arousal back a little, I confess.

But then he was licking and sucking my nipples very nicely, and all the doubts and fears and negative stuff went away and I let him take charge because it seemed like he wanted to. I was in just my panties pretty quickly after that, and he was loving my ass in those red lacy panties, let me tell you. It made me blush how much he was all about my ass.

Before he could get my panties off though, I had my hands in his pants and let's just say that his confidence wasn't supported by any physical abnormality in the size department. He was fine. Thicker than long, but just fine. I got his cock out and started sucking it and he was more than fine. Grower rather than a shower, I guess. Not anything I'd put in my top ten, but he was courteous about getting head and he didn't try to shove it down my throat even after I get it down my throat a few times.

"God, looking down at you doing that... damn girl," he said, which I enjoyed as a very nice compliment.

"Do you want me to get you off first, or...?"

"Oh no baby, I want to get you off first," he said. Okay then, mama like.

We had made it to his bedroom by this point, somehow, and he gently guided me to my back on his bed, then slipped off my panties and started going crazy between my legs. The confidence was definitely well-founded as far as his cunnilingus skills are concerned. I'm easy to get off, which he enjoyed, but it was good head. Once I was tingling and flushed and breathing heavily from the orgasm, he pulled his clothes off and joined me in the bed. I felt him press the head of his cock into my pussy, thought for a moment about condoms, dismissed the idea, and enjoyed his kisses as we slowly, firmly made love face to face.

"I love doing it like this," he confessed. "A lot of girls like it from behind or on top..."

"I love it too," I said, kissing him. "It's so intimate." Then I laughed. "A lot of girls?"

"Oh, sorry, don't want you to think I'm some kind of man-slut," he laughed. Then he thrust and drove all thoughts out of my head for a few minutes.

Once I came back to myself and he was still fucking away, I said, "So, not a man-slut, but you've got experience."

"A bit," he said, confidently. "I lost my virginity to my older sister's best friend when I was... well, young. And I've always enjoyed it, you know."

"Oh, me too. Enjoyed it, I mean."

"Speaking of enjoying it, where would you like it?"

"Inside me please."

"Really? Damn girl."

"You can't knock me up and I love the feeling."

"Well all right then." And he started thrusting faster and then grunted and came in me. Well, grunted is a polite way of saying it. His O face was kind of silly. I don't hold it against him, but he sounded like porn and he looked like he was getting kicked in the nuts. But it felt good all the same.

He got up and got us two glasses of wine. "So, you like it inside?" he said.

"Always have."

And then we swapped stories for a few minutes. He does have some experience, I'll give him that. I made up a polite lie about my first time, just that it was an older man, that kind of thing.

The wine gave me a bit of a buzz, not in a bad way, and I started jokingly stroking his cock, which he didn't mind at all, and then we were making out again and he was inside me again and we just thrust against each other for a while before he said, "You need a bit harder?"

"Yes please."

"You want to ride me?"

"I will if you want."

"Naw baby, let me do the work." And he guided me onto my hands and knees and then got behind me and grabbed my ass and started pumping. A nice hard fuck after the somewhat gentler one earlier was just want I wanted, particularly when I was a bit buzzed, and he lasted longer this time, long enough to give me two Os, then unloaded inside me without asking which was fine.

"I can't let you drive home," he said after giving me more wine.

So I called Sveta and let her know that I was okay, just spending the night with Darren. She laughed and told me to enjoy myself. I love my wife.

We talked some more, then he fell asleep and I snuggled him for a bit before falling asleep too.

When we woke up in the morning, or rather he woke me up gently stroking my pussy, we fucked again, though it was kind of sleepy and didn't really go anywhere. Then we took showers, separately because he didn't have much of a bathroom. Then as I was getting ready to leave, he kissed me and passions ignited and we found ourselves fucking again on his couch, me sitting in his lap, him concentrating his attention on my tits, which they enjoyed. He came inside me again, and then we straightened ourselves up and I finally had to say goodbye.

He has my number and we've talked, but we haven't been able to figure out a time to get together again because of work and sickness. I don't know if he'll be a regular thing, but I'm going to ride the train until they kick me off it.

TMI Tuesday

From the vaults:

What do you wear to sleep in?

Usually nothing. Sometimes underwear. I wish I could say there was a method to my madness about this, but it doesn't even seem to be based on the temperature of the room. I've worn nothing to bed for a long time now, so that's just force of habit, but I don't know why I sometimes decide to wear my underwear. And sometimes it's just panties. I don't know. I'm a cypher wrapped in an enigma wearing cute undergarments sometimes.

Do you ever walk around your own place naked?

All the fucking time. I have to get out of the habit of doing that when I know we're going to have company. I've been sent diving for cover by knocks at the door.

Have you or would you ever answer the door naked?

I'm pretty sure I once told the story of how my sister and I answered the door to the pizza guy totally naked when I was much younger and more willing to do stupid things. I wouldn't do it now, even if the visitor was scheduled to see me naked shortly after entering the house. I'm just too self-conscious about it now.

What part of your body do you like to be on show? Why?

I think I've got a decent ass and legs. I am self-conscious about my tits because they're quite small for my frame, and my belly is where I gain weight. I'll sometimes show the butt off a little.

When sunbathing how much do you bare?

I don't sunbathe because I don't tan, I cancer. There was a time when I believed this wasn't true, and I've sunbathed in the nude. I don't really get tan lines but it ensures that every part of my body gets equally burnt.

Have you or would you bare all on a naturist (nude) beach?

I've told stories about beaches. I've bared all (borne all?) on beaches that weren't technically nude beaches. These days I have no idea where the nearest nude beach is, but I'd probably strip down to my birthday suit if the situation called for it.

Have you ever flashed your bits in public? If not would you if it turned your partner on?

I've done this plenty, albeit usually when there was no one else watching.

Have you ever given a striptease or has anyone given you one? Did you enjoy it?

I don't love stripping for a partner because I get self-conscious doing it. But I will, if it turns them on or something like that. I've been stripped for loads of times, and while it's not going to top my list of foreplay options, I enjoy it just fine. Usually with gals. Guys, sorry, I'm just not as visually stimulated by you.

Ever gone skinny dipping? Alone or with others?

I've told skinny-dipping stories on here too. Is it really skinny-dipping if you do it alone? Yeah, probably. I've been nude at the beach in the water. I've skinny-dipped in lakes. I've skinny-dipped at private pools. Basically, yes, I've done this.

Do you like to look at naked people or do you want show off your nakedness?

I prefer to look than show off these days. Actually, that's probably always been true. I'm more of a voyeur than an exhibitionist.

Sexually speaking, what’s the furthest you would go with a partner in public? Have you had sex in public?

I've fucked in public. I've probably told those stories too. I think the most public sex I've ever had was on a crowded, dark dance floor. That's hard to pull off, no pun intended. But I've fucked in public. I'd probably do it again. It's a real thrill.

TMI Tuesday

From the vaults:

Which do you enjoy more in bed, pain or pleasure?

I'm a pleasure gal, I'm afraid. I have to really be in a very specific headspace to enjoy even a little pain, and that's generally only with subby Lexi, who only comes out to play with guys, usually. It's a shame that I don't enjoy pain more because the idea doesn't turn me off, but actually experiencing it usually throws a bucket of cold water on my libido.

Do you like being tickled during sex? Where?

I don't particularly like being tickled during sex unless that's part of the play. If I'm fooling around with someone or someones and we're playing and tickling and sex is also involved in that play, I can dig it. Mike used to tickle me sometimes, and Sheri knows every ticklish spot on my body. I do find that I've gotten less ticklish as I get older. I don't know if that's a usual thing or not.

Have you ever used feathers during sex?

Yes. Once fucked wearing a feather boa as part of a costume, and he used it to great effect on my pussy. It wasn't tickling, it was teasing. I don't really know how to describe the difference but there was one.

Do you like to be blindfolded during sex? Why?

I don't like or dislike it. Sometimes it's great, if my partner or partners know what they're doing. Simply slapping on a blindfold isn't what makes it sexy though. I remember one guy I was with who really wanted to blindfold me and tie me up, and while neither of those things are instant panty-wetters for me, he was super into the idea, so I let him talk me into it. And then all he did was standard, garden-variety stuff he could have done with my eyes open and my hands and feet free. I'm not saying it didn't work for him: it absolutely did work for him, and I'm okay with doing things for my partner rather than myself. But it wasn't that interesting for me.

What makes it interesting, blindfold-wise, is teasing and touching. Or bringing in another person as a surprise. Really, anything which allows me to concentrate my other senses on what's going on works too. And a blindfold does work to heighten the other senses. But if you don't do anything with it, it's just slightly heightened senses while fucking, which can be nice, but isn't immediately attractive to me.

Have you ever used cold or heat as part of your sex play? What provided the cold or heat?

We use warmth often enough. There's nothing like soaking the appropriate toy in hot water to add a bit of pleasure to using it. Extreme heat like flames, not so much, usually because of the pain angle.

Cold is a fun change of pace. The last time I remember doing anything with cold, I sucked on ice cubes before going down on Sveta and Zoe, just to get them used to it, then I used ice strategically. You can't just slap a cube on a girl's clit and make her go off. Or the nipples. Anything sensitive, you've got to tease around. Sveta was more into it than Zoe was, although Zoe got into being the user of the ice on me.

I remember one time, don't recall much about it but this, that ice was used on me and I was in the middle of an orgasm and my partner managed to drop me out of it by judicious application of ice, which sounds bad until you do it multiple times and it just builds the anticipation and then finally your partner puts their warm mouth on your lady parts and gives you an absolutely massive, toe-cramping, eyeball-rolling orgasm which lasts for what feels like hours. I'm not sure I'd do it again, not without that partner who knew what they were doing, but now I can't remember which partner it was, so I guess either I'll figure it out one day or I'll just never have that level of edging applied to me again.

Do you enjoy being spanked, giving spankings, or both?

So my parents never spanked us when we were kids. You shouldn't. It's really bad for children's development to hurt them. It sounds almost crazy when I say it like that.

Anyway, I don't have a spanking fetish because of preexisting trauma or because I want to fuck my parents. That said, occasionally when subby Lexi is out and in control (so to speak) I am totally fine with the idea of being spanked. And here I'm not referring to getting slapped on the ass while being fucked. That, I can sometimes get into, but I'm a wimp. No, I'm talking about taking me over your knee and slapping my ass repeatedly in a way which gets both of us excited.

As far as giving spankings, I'll do it if asked. It helps if there's roleplay going on or something like that, but if that floats someone's boat, I'm okay with it. I like to give spankings to girls more than to guys because girl butts are just better, sorry guys.

Do you have a safeword? Have you ever used it?

I've never done more than joke about a safeword. That's a bit too hardcore for me. If I were going to indulge in a couple of fantasies where the usual "stop it" wouldn't work, I'd come up with one, but as of yet I've never been in a situation where I felt the need of one and was given the opportunity to have one. Don't make my bad choices. Only indulge in safe play.

Zoe's Secret Fetish

It's not that uncommon for people in this house to be watching porn. This might not come as much of a surprise. We try to keep it to times when it won't be a bother, so for instance we don't watch porn on the TV in the living room very often, and we don't watch porn when there are outsiders present. But despite the fact that it might seem like there would be no reason for any of us to need to tickle the tender tamale, what with willing partners around, all three of us sometimes just want to get off in as expedient a manner as possible.

I mention all this as prelude because walking in on someone watching porn is usually a non-issue. Occasionally someone will walk in on someone else slickly spelunking and offer to join in, but honestly usually it's just a matter of saying hey, I'll leave you to it. Masturbation, despite my enjoying numerous funny ways of referring to it, is no big deal. It's just something you do.

So when I came into the room and Zoe immediately hid her phone from me, even though it was clear that she'd been making solo clam chowder, I wondered what was up. I asked her what was up. She said, "Oh, nothing much." But she's not practiced in the art of being nonchalant about playing with her joy buzzer in my company, so it was clear something had been up. If she'd been a guy, she would have been hard as a rock.

As it was, I mostly chalked it up to Zoe's inexperience. Sometimes Sveta even gets a little shy about dancing the two-finger tango. Me, I'm over shyness about fingering myself, but I was just raised that way. Old habits die hard.

Anyway, I let it go, left the room, let her get back to it, figured that was that. But it kept happening. I don't mean it happened every time I came into the room or anything, but I "caught" Zoe giving herself panty CPR more than once over the course of the following few days, and she was always extremely coy about it.

So I figured, hey, gal's got a secret fetish she's not letting on about. That's cool. Communication is key, but it takes time. I even harbored a small hope that maybe Zoe was turned on by incest and that would make everything so much easier, but I also know that liking incest porn and being okay with the real thing are two very different things, so it was a very small hope.

Then one day I was watching porn myself on my computer and had managed to stray pretty far afield from my typical fare. I had found this fetish model who was super into piss, and while I hadn't been looking for it, it tickled a certain fancy, so I was watching this model piss in the woods or something like that and didn't even notice that Zoe had come in until she said, "Oh my god, you like it too?!"

Understand that I haven't told Zoe everything. I haven't told Zoe a lot of things. Zoe is blissfully unaware of this blog, for example. She also has no idea how well-traveled I am, sexually. I haven't hidden it from her, but I haven't held story time or anything. She knows what she's asked about and if I haven't volunteered additional information, that's on me I guess.

So poor Zoe had no idea that she wasn't just some sick freak who enjoyed watersports. I guess it's partially on her for not being honest about it, but come on, she's young, relatively inexperienced, and Sveta and I have never brought it up.

Thus I got to have a delightful conversation about piss play with Zoe, piss play novice. She was extremely eager though, once she got over the initial shock. And she's definitely subbe in this regard. Has no interest in peeing on anyone, really, but is definitely down for being used to pee on, in, or around.

Sveta and I have tried a little watersports stuff, but she's not that into it, and I am largely dominant with other women when it comes to lesbian piss play. But hey, Zoe wanted it, wanted it bad, so who was I to say no to being given the gift of a gal who wants a little domination?

It didn't take much to get me to adjourn to the bathroom, though I did tell Zoe that it would be even better if we had a better tub. She was practically begging to eat me out while I pissed on her though. We stripped down and I let the girl get to work revving up my engine, which didn't take much, then I stopped her and said, "I think maybe your first time, you should take it slow, okay?"

"Okay Lexi," she said, looking up at me with these liquid eyes that just made me want to throw caution to the winds and fill her stomach with gold. I resisted. Time enough for that later.

I really should have drunk more water and waited, so it wouldn't be quite as strong a taste, but she didn't want to wait and honestly neither did I. "Open your mouth," I said, gently but firmly. She obeyed. "Now, stick your tongue out and just taste it first." And I relaxed a little and let the piss trickle onto her tongue.

And she loved it.

Caution was thrown decidedly to the winds shortly thereafter because Zoe was doing the throwing. I pulled her head to my cunt, let her lips wrap around my pubis, and then let flow, and God damn if she didn't start drinking it like she was made for it. It's not like in porn where they let it spill out so you can see it. She wanted all of it, and she got it.

I came up empty before either of us were really ready to stop, but then I pulled her up to kiss her, tasting my pussy and my piss on her lips. Then we fucked, hard, in the shower, with a strapon, me behind her pulling her back onto me. I didn't cum until I forcefully pulled her face down to my pussy and ordered her to lick me clean.

Then after that, I felt really guilty for being so forceful, so I helped her to bed and spent a long time tenderly licking her vulva until she begged me to stop because she couldn't stand to cum anymore.

It was, in a word, hot. Hot as hell, in fact. We discussed it and she was totally game, wanted more. Plus she's interested in peeing her panties, or doing it outside. It's getting too cold to do that these days, but who knows?

Anyway, Zoe's a little piss freak. Who would have guessed?

I'm Still Here

I haven't died or gone away for good. I've just been very busy with this play I'm directing and work and so forth. I promise, smut is coming.

Prospects

So I'm directing a play at the moment, and one of the actors in it is this very nice, very attractive young man who has made no secret of his interest in little old me. I don't get it myself; surely he has other options. But he's insisting on barking up my tree.

First I told him he was young enough to be my son. "That makes it even hotter," he said. "Also, I don't believe you." He's cocky. I can appreciate that.

Then I told him I had a wife. "Oh, sorry, I didn't mean..." and he got all awkward until I told him that I was bi and that she didn't mind, but he should know that. "Wow, that just makes you about the hottest girl on the planet." Yeah, I'm susceptible to flattery just like the next woman, what can I say?

Finally, I told him it wouldn't be appropriate, to which he said, "I get that. But as soon as the show is over, better believe I'm asking you out again." And I got a little awkward and blushed and said that if he put it that way...

So we've firmly agreed that nothing is going to happen as long as I'm his director. But at the cast party, who knows? I might very well reward persistence.

Mike Came Over at Just the Right Time

So Zoe was out of town with some friends, Sveta was out of the house with some friends, and I had the house all to myself, so Mike came over. I make it sound like he lives just down the street, which isn't the case at all (how I wish) but it was as spontaneous as it gets with us these days.

He was barely through the door before I was pulling down his pants. "Less talk, more hard," may have been something that I said. What can I say? I miss my brother.

He managed to get the rest of his clothes off while I was sucking him, then we retired to the couch, or rather the floor in front of the couch, where he pulled off my panties and fucked me nice and hard. Feeling him slide into me just completes me in a wonderful way. It's not that I don't love my girls, but a gal needs a cock every now and then, and Mike's cock fills my needs in a way few others do.

I came satisfactorily, which is to say that it was an O and it happened, but Mike had previously promised eye-crossing orgasms, perhaps foolishly, and I reminded him of this. I'll say this for Mike; he is not afraid to get his nose all up in my butthole. Never has been. I'll be honest: it's not my favorite way to eat out a girl, but I will take it like a little bitch if it's being offered.

Pretty soon he had three fingers in me, spreading my cunt nice and wide, making me wetter than the Hoover Dam, and just as I was about to cum he backed off and started fingering my ass. This was frustrating, to say the least, because while I can cum from being anally pleased, it takes more than that most days. And damn was I ready to cum.

"Beg me for it," he said with what I could tell, even without seeing it, was a shit-eating grin.

"Please Mikey, please make me cum so hard. I need it bad."

"Bad enough to wait for it?"

"No, please don't tease me," I said, slightly less begging and more serious this time. "I really do need it."

"I think you need to wait for it a little so you'll appreciate it." Okay, so Dom Mike was coming out to play, and subby Lexi likes Dom Mike even though she hates him too. "Get over here and suck me off. I want to see you swallow this big load I've built up for you."

There was some grumbling, particularly when he stood up and moved away to make me crawl toward him. "Beg me for me cum," he said.

"Please Mikey, please let me swallow all that cream."

"Do you want it bad?"

"So bad."

"Bad enough to let me fuck your face?"

"Fuck my face Mikey, please!"

Mike is one of the few guys I will let get away with this shit. It's just a game with us. And we both know our limits. Like he knows not to push it about rimming him, for instance. Not that I wouldn't, but even subby Lexi has reservations about it.

And because he's one of the few guys I let get away with this, he's also one of the few guys I let hold my hair while he fucks my face. For some reason it turns me off with a lot of guys. It's like they don't trust me to hold still or something. But if Mike wants to fuck my throat, he's getting the hair treatment too.

So he grabbed handfuls of my hair, I opened my mouth, and he fucked my throat. I hadn't really planned on him doing that at the outset, but I was totally into it now. I gagged on it a little because he was going so hard, but nothing dangerous. And then he pulled back, held my face in place with one hand in my hair, and shot rope after rope of tasty jizz into my mouth. I swallowed, cleaned him up, and then said, "Okay, that was fun. But now it's Momma's turn."

"Huh?"

"Oh, you think you're going to get away with being all masterful? Think again, wise guy. Now get your face between these thighs this instant or I will be forced to discipline you!"

To Mike's credit, he gets as well as he gives, and he got a multiple out of me before he leaned back and said, "Hi sis."

"Hi bro."

"Wasn't it better after waiting a little?"

"You little shit. Yes, it was."

"I'm hard again. Lady's choice of position."

So we fucked tenderly and slowly missionary for a while, then he rolled me over on top of him and we fucked like that until he spent inside me but stayed pretty hard, so we just stayed like that and made out for a while, then talked about this and that.

"I've got one more in me before I leave," he said finally. "Can I fuck your ass?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

He got me on my hands and knees again and pressed his sloppy cock into my colon in one thrust, then slowly but firmly moved in and out, his fingers on my joy buzzer until I came and collapsed to my face without being able to help myself. He gripped my hips and started working harder, straight down into the flesh between pussy and ass, stimulating me though I wasn't sure I'd be able to cum again after how hard I'd come before.

I didn't make it before he grunted and thrust home, but that just meant I could feel each tension in his cock as he fired his seed into my asshole, then pulled out and wiped his cock on my ass cheek. "See you sis," he said, then got himself together and left with me still lying on the floor in bliss.