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Date night with Cat

milf phone sexI arrived at the mall just a little bit late, but then again so was S. I saw him running up the escalator and upon spying me in my white fur and black slacks he slowed to a fast walk. He kissed me on the cheek and we went shopping together. We visited many stores, my favorite was of course the stores in which fine lingerie and stockings were among the offerings. I came away with several bags. S made a comment that most of the things I bought were not suitable for wearing in public. With a blush in my cheek and a wink–I said I agree, they are for more private encounters.

S invited me back to his place and I briefly thought of my husband. I have always wanted to have a passionate love affair with a tall, debonair man. S was definitely that and then some. I didn’t have to think hard. I decided to go to his place knowing full well I would fuck him.
So when we arrived at his house, located in suburbia America, I was pleased to see that S is an avid reader. We were standing in his library where on the shelves literary classics and erotic combined to form a very interesting collection. I tapped my finger on a copy of “50 Shades of Gray” and I felt S slide up behind me. He wrapped his strong arms around me and told me he’d wanted to touch me ever since he saw me.
I spun around and my hungry mouth found his very accepting one. We toyed with each other’s tongues as we slowly disrobed among his book collection. Falling on my ass to a leather ottoman I started to inspect S’s wonderful cock. He put his hand on the top of my blond locks and I pressed my lips to his cockhead. He tasted great–not freshly showered, yet not stale. I enjoyed having him fuck my mouth the way I know it should be fucked. He enjoyed pulling my hair and having me stare up at him as his immense member slid between my lips. He came in my mouth and I saved every drop for him to lick and suck off of my very tongue–our very own snowball fight laced with nasty.
After about 15 minutes of the best head he’d ever had–he needed to fuck me. I was sopping wet–we by-passed cunninlingus for this time only. He slid that thick dick into my cunt and started to pound my mature, hairy pussy with it. It felt so good and my orgasms were nearly instantaneous. Just as I thought he would not be able to go on anymore his cock started to pump more semen into my wet cunt. He filled me full as we kissed. When I put my clothes back on, I felt his cum on the inside of my thigh. I thought of how my husband does our laundry–I smiled knowing these stains would find his fingertips as he tried to reckon the source.

Dear Phone Sex Diary…Meredith’s Secret Life

seducing phone sexI am a lucky woman because I am blessed with guys who not only want me to please them–they fucking go over the top to please me.  I had to share these phone sex diary entries that ended up producing one of the single most satisfying phone calls of my career.  You want to take me over the top–replicate something like you see below–I am all about a long set up–mmmmmm!  

Dear Diary,
I am a prick tease. I go around saying I am not, but I really am. There is nothing that compares to the thrill of the chase, but once caught I am like a cat–I play with my food and then leave it for the vultures.
My latest target is actually my boss–the publisher of the newspaper. He’s married to a woman who won’t screw him. Not a bad looking guy–total A type personality. But he wears that sexual frustration in his movements, his mode of dress, the way he eats. I have reasons for putting him on my radar. You see, I was passed over for a promotion in favor of another stiff dick from the city. Second time it has happened. I suspect Mr. Gets None is afraid to get too close to me, but that is something I swiftly intend to rectify. Needing leverage I decide to conquest my first married man. Too bad for him though–his dick will never feel the soft walls of the inside of this pussy.
As a matter of fact, no man has because even though I am in my thirties, I am a virgin.
It’s not that I couldn’t fuck, I could fuck all I want to with the way I dress and carry myself. It’s just that fucking to me seems like the end of the road. The journey is much more fun.
And so with this in mind I set out to seduce and ruin this poor married soul (not a bit sorry). He had invited me to lunch because he knew I was upset about being passed over for the Ad Directorship. He was Don Juaning his best too. Schmoozing me and trying to convince me that the chair was better in the hands of someone with more grit than what I had. He has no idea what grit is. I am thinking of all the delicious ways I intend to tease him as I eat my piece of coconut cream pie.
Specifically I was dressed in a red satin demi blouse that came to points at my hip bones and was tailor fit to my curves. I’d chosen that and an obscenely short black business skirt with French stockings. I accented this nearly pornographic ensemble with 4” black stilletto knee high boots. I looked more like a stripper than an advertising maven.
He removed his glasses and looked at me as I suckled on the end of my fork. I intentionally let my red fuck me lipstick cake the tines a little and was tonguing the white meringue when he asked me if I was feeling ok.
“Yeah, why do you ask?” I said.
“You look, I don’t know…”
“I look what?”
“You know you’re dressed a little provocatively for the work environment.” He said. He couldn’t even look at me because I knew (he didn’t know I knew) his boner was nearly jabbing the underside of the table.
Upon checking my email back at the office, I had received an email from my lunch date. He said I look smoking hot.
Several days later:
Dear Diary,
I’m having a private meeting with the publisher tomorrow evening after hours. We’ve been engaging in inappropriate sexually explicit email conversations for the past several days. He called me to his office today to discuss an important matter and during which he made me clean his office (the prick). I just smiled because I surely plan to have the last laugh here. Anyway, after asking me about my sexual history (vetting me for STD’s I guess) he then asked if I was on birth control. I said yes, but really I wasn’t. I have never needed birth control. I am a virgin!
Anyway, I have the perfect outfit assembled for this meeting. It’s a cobalt blue mini suit–again a little provocative in its tailored fit and peek-a-boo cleavage. That is nothing compared though to what will lie beneath that suit. I cannot wait for him to see me in it. Contrasting to my cobalt blue suit–I have on a striking white corset with push up bodice and a lace up back. There are small beads sewn into teh fabric throughout–I bought it in the newlywed section. I plan to go without panties but wear my extended garters and bright white thigh high tights. We’ll see who has the last laugh when I ruin his dick. At least he’s not get any anyway so it won’t be a huge loss.
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I will not be available on Thanksgiving Day–Wishing you and yours a very safe and happy Thanksgiving and to all of you who keep me well buttered–Thank you–I am grateful to have such a great group of men in my life!

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