Replacement

A while back I allowed myself to fall for someone. She's a few posts back a few years ago. Tall thin marathon runner who blew me in the back of her car. Lovely girl. Very sexy. She is dead to me now.

A while back I found the closest thing to a replacement that I could. Another athletic young thing (well young compared to me). Tight body. Perfect ass. Great legs. Small well shaped tits like most athletic women. Zero percent body fat, muscular enough not to look anorexic. Total body tan, shaved (not with a blade but nice none the less). Married.

We got together quite randomly at the end of a work related group social function. She was cute, short hair, nice facial features and was wearing fairly short shorts. I noticed how perfect her legs were. She was a runner and was involved in other sports as well. She was always pleasant at work but I never saw and interest on her part. She wore loose clothing at work so I had no idea how perfect her body was.

We got quite full of drink and spent that night together. She was on her period and when things heated up she declined citing mother nature. After about 10 minutes of clitoral massage she pulled out her tampon and climbed aboard. I remember a fair amount of thrashing around on her part before I flipped her over and fucked her deeply. I reached under and grabbed her firm ass cheeks one in each hand to pull myself as close and as far into her pussy as I could ramming her over and over until I came in a drunken stupor.

I didn't recall much noise on her part. She was very quiet afterwards and seemed rather worn out but I could not tell if it was the drink, the physical effort, or orgasm. Turns out it was none of the above. She was a better drinker than I, and in much better physical condition. Turns out, she admitted to me in later encounters, that she had problems reaching climax in general. Not sure I ever made her come in the year or two we were together. To this day she has never told me if I did or if I didn't.

For a good long time we would get together every Friday after work. She would drop by my place on her way home from work drink 2 beers in rapid succession and fuck me. There was no discussion, no foreplay, no affection, no real intimacy. She would stare that TV while I tried to arouse her. Not look at me while we kissed until we were naked and I on top. She had no excuse not to look into my eyes at that point. She was very quiet and distant before during and after intercourse. We would fuck and she would get dressed and leave. On her way to the bathroom afterwards I would say "Nice ass" and she'd say "Thank you". She would then slip back into her skinny jeans and leave. I was sexually satisfied but never emotionally satisfied with her. One outta' two ain't bad I guess. I always wondered why she came back week after week for so long if she was not emotionally attached to me and was never physically satisfied by me. She never talked to me really. Except for the day she said she wasn't coming over anymore. Weird. Great body though. Have not seen a better one since.

Long TIme Between

Lots to get off my chest. Things that happened since I last logged on, things past I never got to discuss.

There are loves from years past I have yet to describe, some recent and some in progress. I will be organizing them in my mind this week and will post them when I do.

Getting Over Her

OK, so the conventional wisdom states that the fastest way to get over one person is to get
under another so that's what I did. Still smartingm from the sexy runner , I took refuge with another friend, someone who, I might add,was recommended to me by my last crush as a "replacement". She really pushed too, I think she wanted me to direct my intentions elsewhere in a hurry. Of course I told her I couldnd't but, eventually I did. Had to.

Older woman (my age) . Nice big tits. Nice! Implants. Good implants too. Great sense of humor. Nice big tits. Firm, meaty, boyant. Nicely shaped without support. Photographed well. Nice big
tits. Big ass but nicely shaped and counterbalanced the tits perfectly. Narrow waist. And a
screamer to boot. It was like her clit was the switch on a police siren. Very sexy but I
could see there was no chance of sex anywhere but a deserted farmhouse in the middle of
nowhere. Lucklily her house kinda fit that description.

Had been flirting with her openly for quite a while, for fun because she was good at it,
very funny woman. Great laugh. I never thought she would really be interested, until I told
her I was moving out of town. She looked so sad. She gave me her e-mail address. We sent a
few coy notes back and forth until one night she finally took change of the matter and quite
bluntly indicated that we might just have really good sex together. Wow. Perfect.
A week or two went by and we finally got together at her house on a weekend, might have been
a Sunday, I don't recall. I came over and we had Cosmos. Many, many Cosmos. Too many Comos. I was really trashed. "Can't drive" kinda trashed. "Trouble walking" trashed. I don't really remember how we got naked, but we started out on the living room couch clothed. We had music on or the TV not sure. I remember laughing very hard. I think we started getting naked on the couch. I remember thinking "I have to see those tits right now" so I may have just
pulled her shirt off mid-sentence I really don't know. Great kisser by the way, great mouth,
great tongue, very sexy.

Somehow, both drunk and without our glasses, we managed to wind up in her bed. I was lying
on my back with her hovering over me intermittantly kissing my lips, my nipples, and my
belly in a little frenzy. Very nice. She said " you are just too cute" and took my penis in
her mouth and clamped down on it. Very nice. Made large sweeping motions with her head as
she sucked me and moaned, I could feel the vibrations. Once I was hard enough she mounted
me. So warm, soooooooo wet. I mean really wet! She ground her pubic bone into me and through her head back and moaned a very sexy moan. I did not want this to end, did not want to come just yet, so I pushed her off, and on to her back and tried to get my whole hand into her pussy.

I started with two fingers in and a thumb on her clit. That's when it started. She started
screaming and thrashing around like a scene from Jaws. It was wonderful. Of couse if you
heard all of this out of context you'd think someone was being brutally murdered, but in bed
it was fabulous. She thrashed and shuttered and wailed until finally she pulled my hand away
and laid there panting. So I pushed her hand away and started all over flicking her clit and
rubbing her G spot. It was very similar to the bull riding event at rodeos, it was hard to hold
onto her for 8 seconds while I was fingering her. What would it be like to be inside her during all that?

By that time I could not take it anymore. I was super horney, super hard, and soaked from
head to toe in her juices so I climbed on top and fucked her as hard as I could, as fast as
I could for as long as I could. Very uninhibited, animal-like, forceful, almost violent
thrusting deep into her pussy. I screamed when I came, it seemed appropriate at the time. I
came very hard amidst this screaming and thrashing. Very satisfying both physically and
emotionally. I was drained.........both physically and emotionally. God it was wonderful and
just what I needed too..........both physically and emotionally.

I didn't think we could top that day, until the next time I saw her we fucked in the shower
(I know the shower thing is getting old, right?). Lots of screaming but this time in a tile
enclosure. My hearing test in next week.

Good Cry

I needed a good cry today. Somtimes it's better then getting drunk for getting over things.

So I searched the house for my entire CD collection (three small zipper cases). The stereo is packed (just as well, it's 20 years old) so I used a small boom box. I played the one song from each CD that prompted me to buy each of those CD's in the first place.

The way my life has been going recently, I really didn't need to hear any sad songs to start crying, just needed to hear the "essentials" for my generation, or at least my list of essentials.

Free Ride, Edgar Winter; Jungle Love, Steve Miller; Badge, Cream; Competition, Boston; Layla, Derek and the Dominos; Hold on Loosely, 38 Special.

They were a good start but I completely fell apart when I played Bell Bottom Blues, Derek and the D's. Made me think of her, the first one I talked about here, the one with the slim body and the pretty face, the long legs and the understated breasts, the one I felt I had so much in common with, that blew me in the back seat of her car, the one I have to see every single day and pretend I don't want to be inside her anymore.

Man, lots of tears, lots to explain to those around me about the tears. Could not even talk while it was playing. Shit. Why can't I just be over her? Can't let her know I still have feelings for her. If she asks I will tell her that I would still like to fuck her, but she can't know I'd rather make love to her.

Sigh

Bell Bottom Blues (by Eric Clapton)

Bell bottom blues, you made me cry.
I don't want to lose this feeling.
And if I could choose a place to die
It would be in your arms.

Do you want to see me crawl across the floor to you?
Do you want to hear me beg you to take me back?
I'd gladly do it because
I don't want to fade away.
Give me one more day, please.
I don't want to fade away.
In your heart I want to stay.

It's all wrong, but it's all right.
The way that you treat me baby.
Once I was strong but I lost the fight.
You won't find a better loser.

Bell bottom blues, don't say goodbye.
I'm sure we're gonna meet again,
And if we do, don't you be surprised
If you find me with another lover.

I don't want to fade away.
Give me one more day please.
I don't want to fade away.
In your heart I long to stay.

The Older One

D was a few months younger than me (or was it older?). Really didn't matter. This was a great person. Loved to laugh, loved to dance, loved to love. Great voice. Low alto, smoky, slightly nasal. Short and slim. Nice body. Well proportioned. Pretty face, did not look her age. No one of her features overwhelmed the rest, except maybe her personality.

When we met, we were working at the same place, she was a secretary. Was on the phone all day. We had a mutual friend we'll call AM who worked in another part of the building. They had grown up together and were always on the phone to eachother. I wanted them in a hot tub together but that never happened.

D and I flirted and joked for years while I was fucking AM. When D was on the phone at work I would come up behind her and give her a neck and shoulder rub. She made such great noises I would get hard. I used to think she would be great in bed.

One night about a year after breaking up with AM, D and I went out to hear a local band she liked. We went to a club that was full of kids much younger than ourselves. The waitstaff seemed to know her pretty well as her ex-husband was in a popular local band himself. Every few drinks we got were on the house. She loved to drink too. She got very touchy-feely, physically clingy with her friends when she drank and so it was that night.

We both had a fair amount to drink and danced like no one was looking. It was great. Good loud music, pretty girl, alcohol. She was very sexy on the dance floor. Just short of obscene.....tastefully erotic I would say.

It got too loud and smoky at one point so we left to take a ride.........towards my house. I lived on a big hill (mountain?). It was near 1 AM and it was a perfect summer night with a hugh full moon. We passed huge groups of deer on the way, their eyes shining in the head lights.

We pulled into my driveway, got out and headed for the back yard. It was a fairly large yard, on a two acre lot. The neighbor behind was hidden by a row of large pines, on the sides, nothing between us and the neighbors, just distance.

Huge full moon, warm breeze, we stared at the full moon, with a great beer buzz, our ears still ringing slightly. I turned to her and kissed her softly. We had that tight embrace that two close friends have just before they got closer. I unbuttoned my shirt. She took that as an invitation to rub my chest and back under my shirt. I had recently started shaving my chest like the rest of the weight lifters did at the gym. She noticed and said "Oooooo, smooth" and kissed me back. While we kissed I opened her shirt and undid her bra. She took them off and tossed them on the ground. Topless in the moonlight she was a goddess. The wind was blowing her hair around and the moon shown on her breasts, illuminating two perfect mounds with erect nipples making two perfect shadows on her chest. Her skin was so soft. It felt like it had never seen the sun and indeed it hadn't. She never went into the sun to tan, she was that fair, nearly pure white. There was no dicernible difference in the texture of her skin anywhere on her body. The feel of her back was as smooth and silky as the skin of her tits and just as pale in the moonlight.

She was so sexy. She kept her lips nearly limp when she kissed me. So soft. I sucked and nibbled and kissed and licked her lips. I slipped my hands down the back of her pants and squeezed her ass. She smiled and laughed a sexy laugh, then undid my belt. As she did, she said "It's getting late, so I'll blow you and then I have to go". Well, that was unexpected. She finished undoing my zipper and let my pants fall to the ground. I stepped out of them and moved my feet apart, she knelt in front of me and took me into her mouth. With one hand on each of my ass cheeks she began moving her head first toward me then away slowly stroking my cock, lips tight around it, tongue flat and firmly placed against its underside. I looked around at all my neighbors' houses. Took me a second to remember that we were outside in my back yard. The warm summer breeze felt wonderful on my naked body, my hair and shirt fluttered in the breeze. I held my arms out as if on the bow of the Titanic and yelled "I'm king of the world!". She laughed with my cock still in her mouth.

From my ass, she moved her hands up and down the backs of my thighs, finger tips with polished nails lightly dragged across my ass, my inner thighs, then to my balls with a playful tug. She would pause and use her hand to stroke my cock and stroke my ego as well saying encouraging things like "oh its soooo hard, I love your big stiff cock", she was very thougtful that way.

Then out of nowhere she said, "I changed my mind, I want you inside me". She pulled me down onto the ground with her, pushed me gently on to my back and wriggled out of her jeans and red thong. She climbed on top, carefully guiding my wet swollen cock into her pussy. Geez was she wet, hot as a pizza oven. She bent over and kissed me then began grinding herself on top of me. The picture of her on top of me in the moonlight is something I will never forget. When she arched her back,the moonlight played across her naked body making her look just like one of those old black and white glamour photos. It was surreal. Just sensational.

She fucked me hard for quite a while until she started that motion that really wrings out your dick, nearly bending it in half. I lost control and came, but luckily not before she did. She fell off and snuggled up next to me. We stared up at the moon in the grass of the lawn in my back yard. We nearly fell asleep right there.

My favorite experience is that first sexual encounter with a friend of many years, suddenly adding a whole new dimension to your relationship, a new and different set of rules with all boundaries and inhibitions removed between you. And so it was with us now.

Friends Wives and Lovers

I try not to make a distinction here. The lines are often blurred and often I am the one blurring them.

Between love affairs (relationships with emotional content) there are the flings. For me, flings involve friends. I don't like the idea of taking up with strangers especially when it comes to sex. Sometimes these friends are single, sometimes they are "other peoples" wives, and sometimes the "other people" are my friends as well. There were at least three in that category over the years. Each had a different comfort level in how far they would go with me.

One has an understanding with these women, that there is no planning, plotting or sneaking around. There is usually no ongoing contact with them either. There are only windows of opportunity. If the opportunity presents itself, we take advantage of it.

One was near my age, divorced and dating. She was the closest friend of a lover we will discuss in later posts. She was petite, with short brunette hair, and soft alabaster skin. The softest lips of anyone I have ever kissed. Kept them relaxed when kissing, not tense at all. Very sexy. Made noises like a porn star even even with just a shoulder rub. Great sense of humor. Loved musicians. Loved to do things in public places. Would have liked to fuck her more than just the one time.

Another was the wife of a good friend. Very pretty, nice tits, short with short blonde hair. For years we would steal kisses when no one was looking. She was more interested in a good friend of mine, good looking guy for sure, tall, dark and handsome, great personality. Bringing him with me one night got me further with her than I expected.

The third friend was someone I gave comfort in times of trouble. Her husband was the only guy she had ever been with and he began treating her badly. Good kisser, terrible figure, but I liked her a lot. I was only the second guy she had ever had sex with in her life at 32 years old.

Regular Sex

I bedded most of these women all the while have sex regularly
with a girl in her mid twenties. Not sure what she saw in me, being the older man. I figure it had something to do with her father
either very good or very bad. I never asked. For the five years
I was fucking her I never asked.

It began before she was married. I was interested in a friend of
hers really, a tall blonde, but somehow she got my attention. It was probably when she stared sending me topless photos of herself while we chatted on line. She wrote very sexy things in our chats, almost
poetic. Made me hard when I read them. She had a real talent for that kind of writing.

Also, she had big tits. Really big tits. She was short a little heavy,
I grant you but she had really big tits. Not floppy or saggy
either, but firm and meaty. Nice big tits. And great lips. Big
soft comfy lips and she could really kiss. Terrific kisser.
Skillful tongue. Did I mention she had really big tits? Did I
mention she loved to suck my dick? God she was great at that too.
She made a meal of me each time. Slow and sexy, lots of tongue
there too. Took her time, made me moan very loudly. She said she
liked it when I moaned as I ejaculated into her mouth. She
swallowed my fluids without breaking the rhythm of her mouth on
my cock. Very nice. She cleaned me off with her mouth when I was
finished too. She said I tasted sweet, unlike her fiance.

She came over to the house once or twice a week for almost five
years. Not sure there is any one experience that was most
memorable, but she was the one girl I could make come every time.
That I do remember. I'm not sure why that was. I expect it was a
combination of physics and the fact that she fell in love with me
over the years.

We had a ritual. She would drive over and park in the garage,
come up stairs and find me in the shower (I know, again with the
shower...I'm a Pisces). She would not come into the shower, but
would reach in and scrub my chest and ass with a soapy sponge. This got her wet in a number of ways. After this she would kneel down outside the shower and give me head as I stood at the glass door of the shower stall. This ritual developed while I was working out at
the gym. I dropped 30 pounds and got fairly muscular over a two
year period. She enjoyed the changes. I must admit it made me
feel really sexy when she squeezed the muscles of my arms, thighs
and calves.

She would climb in bed while I was drying off and wait for me. I
would put on music and a candle and crawl in with her. She was
probably the best kisser I knew at the time and wanted to fuck me
as often as she could. Who could resist that? If she was on her
period she would come over and suck my brains out through my
dick. Very thoughtful of her.

After kissing for a good while, she would run her tongue down my
chest and tummy to my penis which she would hold in her right
hand. She would cradle my balls in the other hand and suck the
head of my dick with her mouth. She kept all in motion while
saying "Mmmmmmmmm". The little vibrations that the humming would cause, along with the other three motions, were sensational. She would do something with her tongue too but I couldn't tell exactly what it was.

She would then either straddle me or roll me over on top of her.
When she was on top I loved to looked at her huge tits hanging
over me, but I came too fast in this position. I preferred to be
on top with her. When I was on top, I knew I could make her come.
I didn't have to "hold out" with her, I could fuck her at my own
pace and she would always come. She loved to talk during sex. She
would mumble things like "fuck me" mixed with my name and a few
random obscenities with that tremor in her voice that comes from
bouncing her ass to meet the motion of my cock sliding in and out
of her. I would speed up at the end and really be slamming her
by the time I came. There was that one last big thrust at the end where I would push myself as far into her as I could and hold it there
hard against her enjoying the pulsations of my orgasm, as the
spasms peaked then faded. She would close her eyes and open her
mouth and make this little asthmatic sound........by that I knew
she had come. She said she could feel me swell up and
come inside her. She liked that.

She got married about a year after we got together, but that did not
interrupt our fuck-schedule........and neither did her first
pregnancy.

Shower Sex

The house was a real mess by this time. The rugs had all been pulled up awaiting replacement before the house was to be put on the market. I was loading trash in a great big dumpster when she pulled up. I was drenched with sweat, my shirt lying in a heap near the door. The ripped up cutoffs I was wearing were near falling off from all the weight I had lost at the gym. She came over to give me a peck on the mouth, tryng not to get her silky flowered shirt full of grime. She glanced down from beneath her sunglasses as she leaned in to kiss me. "Yes babe....." I said "...... I am wearing underwear". She said "I can fix that".

As always with her the first stop was the kitchen. She removed the cap from that deep blue bottle and poured two generous portions into two large plastic cups like you'd see a fraternity kegger. This was followed by ice and Oceanspray Cran-raspberry cocktail. She even found a couple of limes in the fridge. Very refreshing. Went down very fast on that hot day. We finised the first set of drinks just leaning against the sink making out. Her shirt now full of my sweat, I ran up to the shower while she mixed more.

I closed the blinds in the bathroom trying to make it as dark as possible. The shower still had that red light in its ceiling giving it a nice sexy glow. I discarded my cutoffs and got in. I stood there with my eyes closed and my mouth open under the stong jets of warm water letting them wash over my aching muscles. After a while the glass door opened. There she was naked except for her sunglasses and holding a drink in each hand. What a site. I looked up and said "Thank you Lord". She climbed in and immediatley started kissing me holding the drinks so as not to let the shower dilute them. Very sexy.

We drank as we kissed until the cups got in the way of fondling eachother. I poured the rest of my drink on her tits, she squealed and dropped hers. Her nipples got hard from the ice. I began sucking them. She grabbed the hair on the back of my head and drew me toward her. I grabbed the bottle of body wash and squirted it all over her and pushed her into the corner of the small tiled shower stall. I started a lather on her chest and pubic hair. She did the same. Our bodies slid accross eachother slick and smooth, zero friction, kissing deeply. The hot water had intensified my buzz...I was drunk. This was great. Was there anything better than this? My right hand was soaping up her pussy and the left was gliding across her full ass. I slowly reached both hands down until they met beneath her. I placed the middle finger of my right hand well into her vagina, and I slipped the middle finger of my left hand into her ass. She made a kind of little gasping sound but did not resist. I think I heard her say "Oh God" over the sound of the water. There was a bit of a quiver that accompanied that statement as well. I moved my left hand up to massage her ass and repositioned the fingers of my right hand so that my thumb was in her quim and the middle finger was in her ass. I began rubbing those two fingers together. Her body began twitching as she started mumbling my name.

Without warning, she turned her back to me and pushed me against the wall behind me . She placed her hands up onto the tile in front of her as if to brace herself and bent over, pressing her ass firmly to my thighs. I mounted her from behind, being carefull to avoid sticking it in her behind in my drunken state.

She made cirlces with her ass. Not only did this feel great on my soapy thighs but it made my dick trace the inside of her pussy like a finger getting the last bit of peanut butter out of a jar. My hands immediately went to her soapy tits, squeezing them like I was ringing out two wet sponges. Nice smooth slippery tits. I paid a lot of attention to her nipples too.

I moved my right hand to her clit. She pressed harder against me and made faster circles with her ass. I found I did not have to move........she was essentially fucking me at this point. I began to come I could not stop it. She must have sensed this because she slowed down and pressed her ass harder into my thighs deepening my position inside her. I came so hard and so long. The sound I made echoed off the tile. We froze in that position for what seemed like a long time, during which I could feel several post-coital pussy-twitches on my dick. She giggled.

Then, drunk and spent we sat down on the floor of the shower, water still running. I kissed her. She closed her eyes and smiled silently. Nice.