It Can Only Go Up from Here... I hope

Boy toys are like antidepressants and band aids. They only temporarily make you feel better but never really cure what's ailing you.

Helicopter Ride, Literally

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Roller Coaster Ride with Mr. DJ

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My husband and I were at our swinger friend's birthday party about a year ago. I had one object of lust that night, the DJ they hired. He's 27 years old, 6'4 feet tall, brown eyes, dark hair, weighs 200 pounds and looked innocent enough to corrupt.

My girl friend pushed me towards his direction because I was too shy to do anything with the obvious attraction I had for him. I may be a swinger but I'm very shy. Yes, even after a few drinks, I still can't gather enough courage to come up to a guy and ask him to dance with me. So when I finally made it to his side, I was very nervous and pretended to be interested in his spinning. It ended with my friend giving him my phone number.

He never called me so I asked my friend for his MySpace account so I can contact him. He informs me that he just started a relationship and really want to see where it goes. I'm not one to break relationships just to serve my own selfish urges even though I really wanted him bad. I told him to let me know if it didn't work out.

Last week, I got a text message from a number I didn't recognize saying that I should check my MySpace. I knew it was him. I was touched that he saved my number. "What would you say if I told you I broke up with my girlfriend?" was the e-mail I received. I told him I'm sorry it didn't work out and I never thought this day would come.

On Aug 11, Tuesday, I met him for pizza and beer. He looked nice but not as cute as I originally thought but then again, it's been a year. He didn't recognize me either. I'd like to think I look better now than I did. We were both very nervous. He's the second non-swinger guy I have pursued and I wasn't sure how to go about it with him. He wasn't as innocent as I thought either. He likes to party and is quite naughty. It was a night of revelations. Underneath that sexy Nick-Lachey-hat is a balding guy. It added ten years on him. I'm not that shallow so I tried to not let that bother me.

We went back to his place and it went from awkward to even more awkward. Finally he kissed me but there was no fireworks or wobbly knees. We didn't have the rhythm. We went to his bedroom and I was hopeful. He has an average size tool and I couldn't wait to sample it. I enjoy giving oral sex. He was very quiet the whole time while looking at me with no expression on his face. It almost felt like I was sucking someone else's dick while he watched. He didn't seem to enjoy it at all. I was still hopeful. The actual sex was actually pretty decent. It felt good and he made me cum and was able to hold off until I got mine. He was a little rough at first but he listened and went to a rhythm that sent me to an orgasm. He was running his fingertips all over my skin. It was a nice tingly feeling. He also planted gentle kisses on my neck, back and arms. I really enjoyed that part.

While I was trying to catch my breath, he was clearly uneasy and asked, "now what?". I told him to relax and enjoy the moment. I can tell he was preoccupied. It must be weird for him to be with another woman after thirteen months of the same girl in that same bed we just fucked in. I also later found out that the ex-girlfriend asked him back in her life that morning. He didn't know what to do with me. I told him it's just sex and to not worry about a thing then he smiled and said this is so much better. Then he asked if it was OK to cuddle. That made me melt. I love a guy who likes to cuddle. There's nothing better after sex than lots of cuddling.

The whole night was a roller coaster ride. There were definitely some lows but there were some very positive things too. I was very hopeful that he was going to be my regular boy toy to replace the one I still miss very much. He fit the bill at first until I got to know the real him. Then again, I finally know what it's like to have sex with him and it was an overall good experience.

At Long Last

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If I had taken a picture of myself last night, it would look just like that one shown above. Yes! It was quite something.

I met Matt about a year ago at a bookstore, for coffee. Immediately, we felt a strong connection. It was so strong that we wanted to rip each other's clothes off right there in the middle of all those books under the flourescent lighting. There was nothing sexy about where we were but I can feel just how much he wanted to have his way with me right there. I had to keep moving away from him, trying not to blush too much because what I saw in his eyes was raw lust. It ended with a hug at the parking lot as we parted ways and then I received a message from him confirming what I knew all along. He wanted to have me from the moment he saw me. I told him I felt the same way and couldn't wait to get my hands on him, among other things. *wink* He would have fucked me in his car he said. Eventhough that sounded exciting, I wanted our first time to be in a bed so we have more freedom to do what we wanted in any position.

A year later, I thought it would never happen. Our schedules were just impossible to align. After a while, I thought he was one of those guys who only like the idea but not really man enough to do anything about it. Out of all the swinger men I've met, Matt is the only one whom I was completely physically attracted to. For me, he looked perfect that's why I waited patiently. He would instant message, text, and call once in a while and we had a couple of phone sex sessions but nothing extraordinary. I actually thought he would be a lame lover because he never had anything creative to tell me when we're trying to talk dirty to each other. He didn't turn me on mentally. I gave up on him a couple of months ago thinking he was only playing the mind game with me and I was getting tired of it.

Then yesterday, he asked me if I still want his cock and when I want it. I played along a little and said yes and of course, we were back to our scheduling issue. I started to make excuses not see him too. I thought he was too perfect and I'm not. I also thought he will be lame in bed anyway so why bother. Then I had the stupid idea that he might be psycho and I'll never make it back home. Then I realized I have been out of the game for too long and making excuses. It was time I faced my fears.

I was waiting for him to cancel again like he did last minute the last time I thought we were getting together but he didn't. Slowly, all my fears melted away and I was just horny as hell and excited. My clit is still all tingly as I write this. *blush* So here's the part you've been waiting for. We met at a mall parking lot so I didn't have to drive all the way to his place. He looked a little different without his hat on and he gained a little weight but he still looked cute. I get in his car and immediately, he kisses me full on the mouth and I just melted. I'm not exaggerating, I really felt my body and brain turn to mush. We had chemistry alright. I thought that was enough even if he really turns out to be lame. I had no expectations as to avoid disappointments. I've been disappointed way too many times.

He couldn't keep his hands to himself and I was getting wetter and wetter by the minute. We got to his place and as soon as that door closes, it was on. He was telling me how much he wanted to do this from the day at the bookstore while kissing me, fondling me and undressing me at the same time. I couldn't wait to unwrap my overdue present either and man! was I happy with his package. His cock was bigger than I thought and it filled my mouth oh so nicely.

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I pushed him down the bed while I enjoyed my new treat and oh was it delicious! Even his balls were perfect. I don't like saggy ones. Then it was his turn to return the favor. When that tongue touched my clit, I saw stars. Yes, he was orally gifted and that's not even the best part. I couldn't wait any longer, I was longing for his huge dick to fill me up. Again, no disappointment there, only pleasure when he entered. In less than a minute, he came and I thought I was doomed, that it was too good to be true. I was still hopeful he can get it up again and I was willing to wait because I had intentions of riding that masterpiece. Well, guess what ladies and gents? He never went limp! His cock was rock hard for almost two hours straight. Unbelievable! He's only 28 so I'm sure it was his natural gift and not blue-pill assisted. This would be a good time to give you his profile. He's 6'4, about 170 pounds, hazel eyes, caucasian and a highschool football coach.

So imagine my surprise when I didn't need to wait. I rode on that massive cock so fast just in case, I was dreaming. Nope, I was fully awake and fully aroused. The good news just kept coming. As soon as I sat on it, I was frozen with undescribable pleasure. He hit the spot! I couldn't move because it was just all too much. He saw this and was very amused and teased me even more by grinding me against his cock. I was having a sensory overload. It was a mix of laughter and moaning.

After I came, he wouldn't even give me a break. I know, am I really complaining? He didn't want to take his dick off of me. He wanted to leave it there until I was ready to go again. Like I said, I didn't have to move to feel that overwhelming sensation of pleasure so there was really no break for me. We just kept going and going and going and my pussy is not even sore and it's still horny after all that pounding. If it wasn't three in the morning and if he didn't have to be at work by seven, we probably wouldn't stop. When we were getting ready to leave, we finally had a chance to just talk and underneath that sex machine is a nice, gentle, almost innocent, sweet guy who opens doors for me. What a lovely evening-morning I had.

First Boy Toy Ever

Aahh... how can one ever forget his first. :) One night, I came to hubby who was under the weather, horny as hell. I have been checking out the naughy profiles on the site and can't help but be horny. I wanted to get some action from hubby but he just wasn't up for it, pun intented. All I know was that I have needs and I needed something hard to take care of it. Hey, here's an idea. How about finally growing balls and meeting one of these yummy guys? Hubby still wouldn't believe I'd do it. I think he was still in disbelief as I walked my cute ass out the door that night.

Here's his profile so you have an idea of who he is. Too bad I can't show you his face picture.
Gender: Man
Birthdate: October 7, 1979(29 years old)
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Marital Status: Single
Height: 6 ft 3 in / 190-193 cm
Body Type: Athletic
Smoking: I'm a non-smoker
Drinking: I'm a light/social drinker
Drugs: I don't use drugs
Education: Master's Degree
Race: Caucasian
Male Endowment: Very Long/Thick
Circumcised: No
Speaks: English

We met at dance club on a different night. I couldn't tell where he was. I thought he would be shorter because of his picture. I should have paid attention to his profile. Anyway, we finally met and he too, did not pay attention to my profile. He thought I would be blonde. Not even close. We danced for a bit and this guy can dance. That's always a plus in my book. I couldn't understand most of what he said because of his Bulgarian accent but I understood enough I guess.

When I told him I wanted to see him that night I was exceptionally horny, we met a restraurant and talked over dinner. The whole time I was thinking, "enough talking, let's get it on!". We finally went back to his place and I was nervous as hell. I didn't know what to expect and I was excited at the prospect of having sex with another man with my husband knowing about it. I unzipped his pants and out came anaconda. I was drooling over that man meat in front of me. Yum! I love giving oral sex. It makes my job more exciting when the guy's cock is huge. Oh did I have some fun licking and sucking that lollipop. After much teasing and foreplay, I couldn't wait anymore for his hard tool to take care of my urges. I thought I would see stars when he penetrated my pussy but I didn't. I chalked it up to my mind messing with me with it being the very first one. For some reason, the thought that my husband knew about it, took away the ultimate thrill. I had his blessing so it wasn't dangerous and therefore seemed like a very normal sexual encounter. Don't get me wrong, I had my fun and I always orgasm but it just wasn't as explosive as I thought. It could also be all that anticipation.

The sex might not have been all I've hoped for but I enjoyed his company. We had candles all over his room and had jazz music in the background. He's a cudddler too. What I enjoyed the most was him stroking my hair while I was nuzzled in his arms. We're good friends now and still see each other from time to time. We were toying with the idea of meeting in a dance club. I will be wearing a short skirt so I could easily lift it up when he's hard and ready then we can have sex in the club. He will most likely be sitting down while I lower myself slowly but of course the challenge will be not getting caught.

Men, Can't Live with Them, Can't Live without Them

As long as we're on the topic of boytoys, I might as well put my thoughts into writing about men. Not all men, just the men I find atractive and sexy. I call them "yumcicles". There are two types:

Men who are on the swinger site.
These men are fine... nice bodies, nice ass, mostly nice personalities. Some have really yummy faces, some not so much but who cares when they have a rocking body to compensate that with. :) Now, these men are horny--- all the time! That explains why they're on the site in the first place. If they agree to meet me, there's no fear for rejection. I know I'm in and in control. It will all then be up to me when I make myself available. There is however the ocassional scheduling problem but in general, they're good to go whenever I am. To sum it up, it's very easy for me. Not much leg work required.

The Non-Swinger Men
Now these men are the challenge. You never know what you're gonna get. Most of them are all talk but when push comes to shove, they go running to momma. I don't know what scares them more, the fact that I'm married or that I'm a swinger. How's that you say? Married scenario: My husband might not know so imagine the trouble they're getting themselves into. You hear about all the psycho significant others finding out about affairs. You can fill in the rest. Swinger scenario: They might be looking for a possible long term or temporary relationship. I doubt they had a swinger in mind for that. Most of them don't want to share. They might even be afraid of something that's completely new to them and they don't quite understand it. They could have a conservative view of how relationships should be and that it should be monogamous. Whatever the case may be, they run away... fast! In short, they're complicated.

Swinger men, they pursue me. The non-swinger type is the other way around. Once in a while, I give up on the latter type. Too much work! Then again, it's not as much fun if it's just handed down to me all the time. Now I understand how guys like "the chase".