Moving on....

A couple weeks go by with absolutely no sexual contact... this is unacceptable!  I've tried to lure Lochness back into my lair, unfortunately he is a very busy man and is unable to accommodate my much needed desires.  It's once again time to start interviewing.  I can honestly say about 98% of my male friends would gladly cross that invisible wall between friends and lovers but is that something I'm comfortable with just to get some cock?  Hmmm.... let me take a moment... Yes!!  

I call Antwon, after a few drinks at a local bar I ask him to come back to my apartment.  I grab us a few more drinks and sit down next to him on the couch.  He leans over and starts kissing me, slowly, passionately.  After getting lost in his kisses, he moves to the floor, where he removes my jeans and pushes my panties to the side and immediately straps on the snorkel gear and disappears for what feels like forever, I'm not even sure he ever came up for air.  Yes, a man that can breathe through his ears... Finally!!  I pull his head out from between my legs and unzip his jeans, he's an average male, which with all his other spectacular qualities is absolutely fine with me.  He enters me and before long I am covered in cum.

Antwon and I have been having sex about twice a week and each time has been just a little bit better then the last.  It's been a very surprising but welcomed change of pace to be with him.

A few weeks had passed since Daytona and it was time for a roadtrip!  I pick up Dee and we head off to one of my favorite small towns in Virgina.  Between the two of us we know enough people that when we go out of town, we no longer get a hotel room because there is always a bed available with someone.  We arrive in town, starving and literally stop at the first Mexican restaurant we see.  We walk in, head for the bar, and who the hell is sitting there??  Yup, the Mechanic.  I loudly say "You have got to be fucking kidding me?"  How is this possible.  There are thousands of people in this town right now and we walk into the one dam restaurant with him in it.  I am so glad to learn God has a sense of humor!  Let me just say, I was not prepared to run into him Friday night, not at all.  In fact I downed about 3 Long Island Iced Teas, strongly laced with tequila, in about 1/2 hour.  

Dee did a very good job of running the conversation, since I was chugging long islands.... then allllllll hell breaks loose.  This was the conversation which followed:

Mechanic ~ Smiling. "How was Daytona?"

Taylor ~ "It was awesome but don't think you have the right to fucking ask me that question."

Mechanic ~ Dumbfounded. "What do you mean?"

Taylor ~ "What do I mean?  I'm in Daytona for 1 week, literally right next door to you and nothing?"

Mechanic ~ "We were so busy, we actually had to fly back Monday and Tuesday and then I only went out 1 night."

Taylor ~ "Let's see and you didn't think of letting me know, you were to busy all week and probably wouldn't be able to see each other?  We know all the same dam people and btw did you get the message that this probably isn't a good idea anymore?"

Mechanic ~ Super pissed. "Who? What do you mean? I wasn't going to bother the GP because of some personal stuff he had going on...."

Taylor ~ Absolutely appalled. "OMG.  You did not just use the GP as an excuse?  What was the phone in your hotel room not working like it did last year, have some fucking respect."

He got up, said if you make it to the next bar, I'll buy you a drink.  Kissed me and walked out.  What a fucking arrogant ass.  

I finish my 5th long island, I am now very drunk and very angry, which is never a good combination. Walk into the next bar and there is my dear friend Alan, who within 30 seconds has another 2 long islands in my hand.  Things get pretty blurry from this point but Alan was the first to offer us the other bed in his room, I yelled at the Mechanic about being a disrespecting pig with regard to something I didn't even really care about, it was just the principal of him being so dam arrogant, one quality I absolutely cannot stand in any man.  Anyway, he grabs me and says "I have to leave, I'm in room blah blah."  Even if I would've remembered the room number, I wasn't going to show up.  The man does NOT like being rejected, at all and well, like I told him earlier, we were done!

Morning rolls around and Alan is off to the lobby for breakfast, I look out the window to see the Mechanic walking across the parking lot which is basically  my car annnnd the team vans... well, if the Mechanic didn't know I stayed with Alan, he certainly did at that moment!  Later that day, I pass the Mechanic multiple times, he doesn't even look at me.  

Saturday, the party continues, no Mechanic in sight however, I do hang with both of his best friends, one of which provides the hotel room for us Saturday evening and wants to wait for us in the room after bar close.  Hmmm.... NO!!  We ended up at a hotel party with all the officials I met in Daytona, drinking until 4 am.  Sunday rolls around and I approach the Mechanic....

Taylor ~ "Didn't see you out last night..."

Mechanic ~ Not looking at me. "Nope. Stayed in, early morning."

Taylor ~ "Ah, ok, well, I guess I'll see ya when I see ya." 

THE END

Daytona Week ~ Part 2

Please forgive me for the fact this is a sex blog however, the only sex I had was detailed in Part 1.  I need to tell the story of the entire week because so many of these people and stories developed and continued on weeks later.

So, after Beemer informed my neighbors my money was on the nightstand we headed out to a country club to do some big boy golfing with all the NASCAR officials from the night before.  Had a total blast which ended with gallons of Bacardi and diet's and tailgating in the country club parking lot.  After about 2 hours of heavy drinking we all headed to dinner.  Met more crazy people which then rolled on over to a popular Ocean side restaurant nearby, where I met a local named Erich.  Erich was tall, blond, blue eyed, young and a great kisser.  We made out on the beach, under the moonlight for quite sometime.  I thought about asking him back to the condo for a totally random hookup but I believe I was trying to hold out for the Mechanic... Stupid, idiot I was!

My friends were due into town on Wednesday, unfortunately, they never made it due to some unforeseen circumstances, so I was obviously a little saddened until I get a text message from my friend, J saying he'd be over in 20 minutes for a hot shower.  Ok.  Sure.  He arrives, showers and comes out in just a towel... ummm... yes, the thought crossed my mind but we really are 'just friends.'  Turns out his race deal went sour and was wondering if he could hang out with me for the rest of the week.  Well, hell yes you can!  J says, "Great, so what are we doing for the week?"  I said "Not sure, couldn't get passes for the race."  J's response was "Give me your drivers license number."  He makes a phone call and within 5 minutes we have passes.  Apparently, it truly is who you know!  We head out with our friend D to a couple different bars, eventually ending up at Lollipops, a strip club. Right off the bat I somehow end up with a large group of men around me and $1 bills everywhere.  Wish I could remember .... then again, it's probably a good thing that I don't!


Thursday was amazing.  J and I headed off to the track and spent the entire day in a drivers motorcoach just chilling and enjoying some great racing and spectacular weather.  At this exact moment I felt truly blessed, almost every one of my dreams have come true and to be surrounded by phenomenally humbled people, words just cannot explain.  Funny story, this particular driver, looked at me and said, you look familiar.... Ummm.... "Well, we did party together a couple years back in Pevely, Missouri.  You took me and my friend Misty on a wild van ride about 2 am in the morning."  He's like "Oh ya, I was just talking about that night a couple weeks ago, did I ask to see your boobs then too?".... Glad to see some things never change!   


After the race, J and I meet up with a group of friends including Antwon, who has been trying to get in these panties for a very long time.  He's crazy, young and full of life but not really my type.  After partying it up on the beach and hitting up yet another strip club, me and Antwon head over to the world famous Shark's Lounge.  Now, if you've been a follower since last February, this was the strip club where they headlined a woman with half a leg and hooks for hands.  As Antwon and I were taking in the drugged up strippers and men filing into the VIP area for god knows what... we both looked across the room to see this woman standing up with a dress on that only covered half her ass and who appeared to have no panties on, that was until she bent over and saw her very dimply ass eating her thong.  Then Antwon says, "Holy hell, does she have hooks for hands?"  Sure as shit, there she was.... she walks over and leans against the glass column and proceeds to go down on this man, right in front of us, using her hooks.  Then the man returns the favor.... yes, this was the point I actually threw up in my mouth.  We had to leave.... asap.  I drive Antwon back to his hotel, where we start kissing, he asks me to go get naked on the beach with him.... I once again and for the final time decline.


At that very moment, I made the decision to end things with the Mechanic.  It was now Friday, I had been in town the entire week and my condo was right next door to his hotel.  The exact message relayed was "It was fun while it lasted but I think its time to move on...."  


***  Side note ~ The week after Daytona, the following news story broke... 


http://www.news-journalonline.com/news/local/east-volusia/2012/03/01/daytona-police-raid-shark-lounge-charge-drug-sales-prostitution-commonplace.html

Daytona Week ~ Part 1

Hello Everyone!  Here I promised to be a better blogger and I failed, terribly.  I'm sorry, but will try my best to catch y'all up on this crazy life of mine.

Last time I blogged I was on my way to Daytona.  After driving all night Saturday, I arrived Sunday morning to a message from my best (male) friend who will be known as Beemer that the Mechanic will be flying home and will not be back in town until Wednesday evening.  Perfect, because plans had already been made with Lochness.  

While Lochness finished working, I headed out on the town and being little Ms Social, I ended up meeting and drinking courtesy of the Zac Brown Band... pretty sure we finished a bottle of Jagermeister!  After a good time with those guys, I headed over to Franks and the first person I run into is none other then Arrogant.  He buys me a drink and within about 15 minutes Lochness walks in and immediately wraps himself around me and kisses me.  I look at him and say "So, are you going to come back to my condo and fuck me?"  He responds, with another kiss, his hand down the back of my jeans and says "Yes, been looking forward to it all day."

We make it back to the condo, barely making it in the door before clothes are hitting the floor, kissing, he backs me into the counter, turns me around and bends me over the kitchen sink and starts fucking me from behind.  It was definitely Hot and just as tight as I remember it from a few weeks prior.  We crawl into bed and the entire night, no matter which way he or I turned, he would always keep one hand on me, I must admit, it felt nice.  Probably sometime around 6am, that hand starts wandering and once again he is entering me from behind.  The sex from the night before was great but there is nothing better then morning sex!

As we walk out of the condo, 3 older guys were hanging outside of their condo next door... this is a small but very important detail, because many of the mornings that week, a different man would be leaving my condo... Whoops!!!!  Oh well, let's just say, we became good friends by the end of this vacation!!!!

After an afternoon nap, Beemer calls and says meet me at this spectacular Italian restaurant for dinner.  We eat and he insists I come along to meet up with a bunch of NASCAR officials and go mini golfing.  Ok.  What else do I have to do... I'm on vacation!  We arrive and there are literally 20 of us who take over the entire mini golf course, grab a partner, then grab a hole!  What a blast!  After golf, wings, beer and martinis, me and Beemer head to Biggins, the strip club located directly across from my condo.  The women were the most beautiful I have ever seen.  Beemer and I are stupid drunk and he decides he wants to 'watch' me receive a vip lap dance from 'Maria'.  She did this vibrating thing with her mouth on my vagina that I cannot even explain, she made no noise, yet the vibration was as strong as some vibrators.  I got to touch every part of her body and view her gorgeously maintained vagina.  My god, this woman was absolutely delicious.  Pretty sure Beemer enjoyed the show too!


Beemer was too drunk to drive so we cross the street to my condo and hit the sack... separately!  However, leaving the condo in the morning,  Beemer makes some reference to my prostituting and yes, there be standing my neighbors!


To be Continued...

The Lochness Monster does exsist!

After starting the year 0-2 in the great sex department and accepting once and for all I can no longer be with a non NASCAR man, I decided it was time to take action.  The Mechanic has been MIA since he dropped off my Christmas present, well, except for being seen around town with the (non) love of his life.  It's hard to explain, but, not seeing him, has not made me miss him, in fact, it's made it easy to forget him.

Last weekend, I partied like a RockStar.  We had VIP table service at the bar owned by the most popular NASCAR driver on the circuit.  It was insane and the sun appeared well before my head hit the pillow.  By the time Superbowl Sunday rolled around, I was all partied out.  However, I was on a mission and as my very best guy friend often reminds me... I have a vagina, therefore, I have all the power!  My mission started early Sunday afternoon with a text to a man who I've known for about 4 years.  As with the Mechanic, we too, had a strong sexual connection since the moment we met.  Our problem has always been 'timing'.  Either I was in a relationship or he was.  Well, turns out, we are both very much single.  I invited him over for dinner and Sangria's.  He accepted.  I started cooking and he arrived just after kick-off.  We started talking and drinking and eating and suddenly it was the 4th quarter of the SuperBowl.  We watched the end of the game and continued talking and drinking, when I noticed it was almost midnight and he still had made no effort to leave.  It was time...

He was sitting on the couch, I slowly rolled onto him, straddling him, thinking how the fuck did I get this lucky to have this beautiful man on my couch?  

(Side bar ~ When I say beautiful, I mean it.  He used to be a soap bopper star and just got done filming a tv commercial which will begin airing next weekend, not to mention works out everyday, twice a day.  Other men, want to be this man, he's THAT gorgeous.)

We start kissing, slowly, passionately, his hands firmly planted on my hips as I start moving them back and forth, feeling him harden underneath me.  We kiss for what feels like an eternity.  His hands find their way to my breasts, taking my nipples in his mouth and I swear to you, I almost came.  I take his head in my hands, kiss him and slowly stand up, unbuttoning and removing his pants, then his boxer briefs to unveil...

                                   "The Lochness Monster" 

Good Lord.  Let me say, he is white and I am not the least bit exaggerating when I say it was half way down his left leg and that's with a curve!!  I have never, ever, ever seen something this big with almost as much girth.  Let me put it this way, when I do a kegel during sex, normally, I can feel my vagina clamp down on said penis.  When trying to do a kegel on Lochness, there was NO clamping down, there was no room, at all!  Well, I wasn't about to let this go to waste.  

I put it in my mouth, it took some time but I worked it in and it felt so amazing to feel him getting even harder.  I mounted him and within seconds he grabbed his cock and began working it into me, that too, took sometime but I'm a professional, I was going to make that thing fit, no matter what.  I looked at him and said "Why the hell haven't we done this before?"  His response "Because you were playing hard to get!"  Cute.  He pulled my hair, I asked him to choke me, he did.  We looked into each others eyes the entire time.  Our bodies glistening in sweat.  It felt so good.  I asked him if we could just stay in this position indefinitely.  I was being serious and he did eventually lift me off himself!  We hung out for a while on the couch, naked, and his cock literally hung over the edge.  After admiring his gorgeous body, he got up and left but not before kissing me about 10 times on his way out the door.

I have been walking on a cloud all week, which in turn has made me start thinking.  The connection the Mechanic and I have is rare and even I wouldn't think anything of it, but the fact that friends, male and female, not to mention complete strangers, have literally come up to me talking about the electricity between us.  However, bottom line, he's married and we all have the choice to be happy or miserable.  He has chosen misery.  I have chosen happiness.  I am being honest, with regard to any relationship when I ask myself this question "Could I give up the Mechanic for this man?"  After knowing Lochness and finally being with him, yes, this could be the one!  Again, just thoughts, because in just over a week all hell may break loose.  The Mechanic and Lochness will be in the same place at the same time, let's just hope I won't have to make that decision.  However, I am seriously considering mobile updating because I have a feeling it's going to get crazy!

Why I don't make New Year's Resolutions

My New Year's Resolution this year was to "Not sleep with anyone under the age of 30..."  My reasoning being because I am dam, sick of training a man to know what I like or want in the bedroom and fyi, NO, I'm not the kind of woman you want to take home to your mother.

About 20 some days into January, along came the Sports Writer.  He's 6'4, dark, handsome, a graduate of Auburn University and knew how to make me laugh.  My always accurate intuition told me to stay away, along with a half dozen red flags but if I would've, I certainly wouldn't be sitting here typing this story at 1 in the morning!

We meet, exchange numbers, he texts and suggests we meet out for drinks Saturday night.  (Red Flag #1)  Drinks?  Too cheap, to buy dinner?  So we meet for drinks at this local speak easy club where we have a fabulous time and head back to his place afterwards for more drinks.  At some point during the evening this conversation occurs ~

Taylor ~ So what is your favorite villain?  

Sports Writer ~ Without a doubt Darth Vader.

Taylor ~ Cool.  My vibrators name is Vader.

Sports Writer ~ Ummm.  Your what?

Taylor ~ My vibrator, he's white, but figured Storm Trooper would be to obvious so I decided on Vader instead.  Sex with a vibrator is so amazing, don't you agree?

                              (Red Flag #2)

Sports Writer ~ Well,  I find it really insulting to bring a vibrator into the bedroom... why would you need one?

Taylor ~ Excuse me?  Are you being serious?  Because a vibrator is not only good for me but just as good a feeling for you while inside me.

Sports Writer ~ Ya, I just can't imagine that.


Immediately I think 'What the Fuck am I doing here?'... We start making out, I can feel from the way he's kissing me, he's the "love-making" type. He wants to move it to the bedroom but mother nature saves my ass... for now!


Fast forward a couple days, he texts me while I'm in the middle of watching porn and taking advantage of Vader.  These texts go a little something like this ~

                             (Red Flag #3)

Taylor ~ Hey, I'm right in the middle of masturbating.

Sports Writer ~ Wow.  Ok.

Taylor ~ Sorry, too much?

There was no response to any of my text messages for at least 2 days!  We finally connect and go out once again for drinks and after another descent evening we again head back to his place, my intention, to have sex.  We start making out, I take down his pants (Red Flag #4) he's maybe 6 inches, hard.  The last time I saw something this small was when I was married.  He's 6'4... why the hell is his cock only 6 inches?  Anyway, we head into the bedroom, I ride him for a little bit and then we switch over to missionary where I proceed to tell him to 'Fuck me' and a few other dirty phrases and Wa Bam, (Final Red Flag) the man goes soft, mid Fuck... are you fucking kidding me?  It's not like I stuck a finger up his ass or up my ass for that matter, I talked dirty, that's it, I swear!


A couple days later, I text him and ask if we could meet for drinks because again, I don't have the capacity to train a Virgin at my age and this is going no where good.  Later that evening, he calls me and are you ready for this....


Sports Writer ~ Ya, I am definitely going to have to decline your invitation for drinks now and anytime in the future.

Taylor ~ (Giggling) Really?  Why is that?

Sports Writer ~ Your just way "too much" for me.  I simply can't handle you.

Taylor ~ (Completely bent over laughing my ass off) Seriously?

Sports Writer ~ Ya, I mean, when I see you at the gym or out, I'll be nice to you and everything but I just don't want to see you anymore.

Taylor ~ (Practically crying because I'm trying not to laugh in his ear) Ok.  Sorry to hear that, have a nice life!

I literally sent mass texts to everyone asking opinions on this interesting turn of events.  They all said exactly the same thing.... You either Fucked him too hard or he's gay!


I guess that will teach me for ever making or breaking another New Years Resolution!



 

Doctors Do Make House Calls

Once a year a male acquaintance of mine comes to town during Christmas vacation from Medical school.  We met for the first time 2 years ago via my roommate and decided to exchange numbers.  Last year he called, saying he would be in town over the holiday and would love to meet up.  We did, had dinner, drinks and the most intelligent conversation I've ever had with a member of the opposite sex.  He started pushing the sex envelope just a little but I denied him because as I am attracted to his intelligence, I am not attracted or feel the connection any other way with him.    

As expected, the usual text came about 2 weeks before Christmas, asking if I would be available for dinner and drinks.  Yes, of course, I am a woman who loves to both eat and drink alcohol but again, I had no intention of sleeping with him.  He arrives at my door, with facial hair, hmmmm, focus!  We head out to the best sushi joint in town, have amazing conversation and then off to a corner pub where they serve up 8% apv beer, which is by far my kryptonite.  Somehow, the subject changes to sex and he is asking about my "lines" or places I refuse to go in the sack.  I tell him, "I only have two, no animals and don't you dare piss or shit on me."  Now the the look on his face, I couldn't quite figure it out.

It's closing time so we head back to my apartment.  We are barely in the door, making out and clothes hitting the floor... dam Wild Blue Beer. He follows me to my bedroom, I lay down, his cock consumes me annnnnd then he starts choking me.  Now, I am all about choking, but the first time with someone, in the first 3 minutes of being inside them.... I must admit, I found it a little bizarre but figured he was a doctor and could revive me if necessary, so I went with it.  He then, grabbed both my hands and held them tight above my head.  He was in total control which I normally enjoy but this was different, good, I guess, but different.

There are few people who surprise me in this world, but he did.  I never envisioned sex with him being anything even close to a freaky level but there was still something off.  I was heading home for the holidays so we decided to hook up one more time before I left.  He came over, very late, we had some conversation and then we had sex, bad sex, the kind of bad sex where we both look at each and say we had bad sex.  It was horrible.  I'm not sure exactly what happened or why it was so bad but I'm guessing, I probably won't be hearing from him again next Christmas!


Sorting through my thoughts, the doctor is a great kisser, with a nice body, intelligent, shorter then me, a doctor, anesthesiologist to be precise, very well endowed both in length and girth, yet, no spark.  We had one great night of sex and then horrible.  Now, for whatever reason, the Mechanic wanders into my head, the thought being, how we've been together over a dozen times and never once has there been a moment of bad sex.

Merry Christmas

Hello Strangers ~ We FINALLY meet again and let me be the first to say... It's been way tooooooo long!!  I was under a lot of stress with school, which is now done and I can officially say "I have a college degree!"  Besides school, my personal life has been an absolute roller coaster, taking a toll on me both emotionally and physically.  Things are finally on the upswing so let's hope that includes my sex life too!!

Now, let's get to the good stuff!!  Being Christmas, the holiday spirit is in full swing, so about 6 of us started pub crawling around 3pm Saturday afternoon and ended up back at my house around 3am the following morning.  Just a little after 12:30 we decided to get motivating when suddenly there is a knock at my door.  There stands the Mechanic, carrying something... he says "I just wanted to drop this gift off for you, Merry Christmas."  I am in complete shock, I literally am speechless. There were two thoughts that went through my mind at that moment.  First, I wondered if he was part of a wine of the month for your mistress' club and second, I wondered when it became ok to give a gift to someone you are just having sexual relations with.  I told him I was sorry he couldn't come in but asked if he might be able to swing back later this afternoon.  He said, he wasn't sure but would try.  


I get my errands run and am in the shower when knock, knock, knock.  I grab a towel, dripping wet with shampoo in my hair and answer the door, knowing it could be nobody else but him.  He walks in, I turn to head back to the shower, he grabs my waist and starts kissing my neck as his fingers immediately go inside me, deeper than I've ever felt, I literally went weak at the knees.  The towel drops to the floor and within seconds he has got me bent over my kitchen stove and inside me from behind.  He turns me around, we kiss, I prop my right leg up on the corner of the cabinet and he again enters me so deeply, I can barely handle it.  He leads me to the bedroom where he throws me down on the bed and licks my entire body. Dripping everywhere, he again, goes so deep inside me, I scream and literally start shaking... after I feel him hardening inside me, I get on all fours and ask him to fuck me hard, which is exactly what he does.  We again, cum with each other.  


He looks at me and says "Your trouble."  I say "Maybe I am, but you love trouble."  He grabs my face, looks me in the eyes, kisses me and says "Yes.... I do."

 

Groundhog Day - by Misty

I’m pretty sure from just reading back through my posts and thinking back to all that the GP and I keep doing that we are living in our own Groundhog Day.

My next meeting with him was just a few weeks later and it was in the same city as the “sex in the car” night had taken place. We had communicated a lot after our last trip and things seemed to be going pretty good. I had also found out that my MDM and the GP knew each other MUCH more than I could have imagined which was such an irony as MDM and I also stayed in contact after that weekend.

I happened to be in Vegas for work the week before our Ground Hog Day meeting. I heard from the GP as I was getting on the plane and he had told me to have a really good time while out there. My only response was “yup” as he knows how much that pisses me off when he says that. As I’m leaving Vegas I hear from him again and it’s just a simple email that really didn’t require a response – so I didn’t. That Sunday before the race I did respond and wished him some luck. I do not get a response. Ok then.

I land in the city of our trip 3 days later and contacted him to let him know I am there and if I don’t hear from him early, I will make sure to take the hint this time. I didn’t think I was being all that bitchy, but I probably was…I just couldn’t stand the fact of sitting in my hotel room waiting on him again. I received a response from him as he was boarding his plane and I think that’s when I knew I was being a bitch. I quickly changed the subject. We chatted some more and he let me know when he had landed at the local airport. Alright; things are good. I assume I will hear from him in another hour or so when they get to the hotel.

I wait two hours. Nothing.

By the urging on MDM, I contact the GP and just ask the simple question “are we doing something or not?”

Another half hour later and he finally responds that they stopped to eat and he just got to the hotel. I again just say “answer the question, yes or no?”

GP – Don’t let me hold you up, go have a good time.

Umm, did I mention that I wanted to go out? Did I mention that I had something BETTER to do than spend time with him? Did I come there to do anything BUT spend time with him?

And here we go again…..why does it always have to be so hard? I realize it’s late and as I look at it, that was his plan. He had never really agreed to see me, had he? I really have no energy to do this with him again. I just tell him to call my hotel if he wants to talk. My plan is to be done with it. If this is him “trying”, then I don’t want any part of it.

He calls a few minutes later and we talk for over an hour. I won’t replay the conversation. It’s the same conversation we’ve had 10 times about all the shit that had happened in the past few months with his wife, me, stress, miscommunication, him thinking I have something better to do, me thinking I’m getting played.

Same old conversation, same old outcome.

“Do you want to come get me?” 10 minutes later I’m in the car. 

Groundhog Day.

We end up in our little spot down by the lake. This is all too familiar. But since it is, why would I turn it down?  I don’t say much. I’m upset with myself for allowing him to manipulate me. I’m upset with myself for being there yet I know I don’t want to be anywhere else if that makes sense?

GP – “Ok, what’s going on with you?”

REALLY?  Oh boy.

I am honest about what has been the number one reason for all the shit that has taken place for the last 2 months. It was his confessions about what he was doing with other women…everything he had told me before he had walked out of that hotel room. And the fact that he could have been such an asshole to have had sex with a woman the night before he had saw me on my beach vacation or the women that work in the sport that are with him at events every weekend. Oh yes, he had thrown that at me too and revealed enough to make me believe he was having sex with them also. Hurt did not begin to describe how I felt after that night. I may have not had a right to be hurt, but I was. I cared about him, had feelings for him…he disregarded all of that and had told me I had never made that clear. We had until this point NEVER talked about these women since the night he left my room.

GP – “It never happened”.

Huh? He again says it never happened. I ask him to clarify “what NEVER happened?”

GP – “The other women. On the road, in Daytona. Never happened.”

He goes on to tell me it was the easiest way he knew how to end it with me at the time…and he felt he needed to end it then. He knew that if he told me he was running around with all these women, it was the one thing that would upset me enough to hate him and it would make it easier for me.

Do I believe him entirely? Not really. There are others. I’m not stupid. Do I think he added a little to the story to make it easier to end it that night in June? Absolutely. It was the same feeling I had when he originally had told me it all. It just didn’t add up knowing what I knew about him.

After another lengthy talk I just mention one thing I’d like him to do for me. Well, other than the obvious. I want him to take the time to contact me daily. I know this is hard for him, I know this is his downfall. This is the one thing I need and want from him. It’s one small thing he can do that will make me feel better about all of it. Other than his day off of work, he agrees.

Again, this night was not much different than the last night we had spent by the lake. And just like that night, I knew after all the talking it would end up just as hot as the first time. And at some point it did....

The hottest moment was when he took my legs over his shoulders and I was pushing my feet off the roof of the car to get the best angle. The best part about that night is it went on forever even though I knew he could have went immediately. He was intentionally teasing me which turned me on more. I’m pretty sure I was down for the count as his tongue went up my chest…to my neck… and to my ear as he how hard I make him and how he wanted to explode. I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him deep into me and had one of the most amazing orgasms ever. I think this must have also done it for him as he pulled me even closer and breathlessly whispered in my ear that he was coming.

HOT.

And I’m EXHAUSTED! Thank god he is always a gentleman no matter what is going on. He immediately tells me that I can stay at his hotel to get some sleep instead of driving back. I think I’m fine so I decide to drive the 30 minutes back.

On our 5 minute ride back to his hotel I think I fall asleep twice. Literally.  And I'm the one driving...

I think I better stay.  We stumble into his dark room with his sleeping roommate, and before the GP even strips out of his clothes to get into bed, I think I may have already been sleeping.  I sleep for a few hours and wake up to that all familiar feeling of the GP's body wrapped around mine.  Ahh how I love that feeling.  How I would love to stay like that forever.  But when his roomate gets up to shower, I realize it's my cue to leave.  I give the GP a quick kiss and leave before I have to walk through a hotel full of crew men.

"How to Run a Mistress" ~ Playboy (October 2011)

These are actually excerpts from the article "How to Run a Mistress" found in the October 2011 Playboy. I found them extremely dead on (obviously someone with experience) and just felt the need to share with everyone!!

We're not telling you not to be monogamous. When monogamy works, it's great. However, having more than one lover, or a girlfriend on the side, is nothing to be ashamed of. In fact, it can be a source of pride, confidence and hedonistic fulfillment ~ as long as you don't brag about it. In fact, that is the first rule.

Keeping a mistress does not mean having an affair that leads to the end of your primary relationship. That's lame. It's messy and childish.

KNOW WHAT YOUR DOING and why you're doing it: You are perfectly happy with what you have. You just want more. You want a quick little staycation from your routine. You want sex, an occasional taste of strange. You want her perfect body, her lovely face, her attention, her intelligence. You have everything you need; that's why she was attracted to you in the first place. Your confidence, your charm, your money, your ability to manage a stable relationship ~ they're what you have to offer. You love your wife. A man (and most probably a woman) can love two different people at the same time, in entirely different contexts. You do, in fact, love your mistress. You talk with her about things you don't talk about with anyone else.

You've spent a huge portion of your adult life learning about and loving women. To think you're going to just stop flirting and seducing on a dime (or an altar) is too much to ask of a guy like you. Why? Because you're selfish, and you want more.

CHOOSE YOUR MISTRESS and let your mistress choose you: If you want to have the random fuck every six months with a one night stand, you're playing a dangerous game ~ and running a high risk of getting caught, a high risk of bedding a crazy woman, a high risk of pissing someone off and offending the pussy goddess. So who are you looking for? Someone you trust. Someone you can manage not to piss off so she won't want to go ballistic and ruin your world. The good news is that just about any good-looking woman who knows her way around a bedroom wants to be someone's mistress at least once in her life.

You must always be honest: Tell her you are never going to break up with your wife. Do you love her? It may well come to that. Remember what that love is and keep it in context. We are all capable of loving more that one person in our lifetime ~ or at the same time. Would you continue to love your mistress if there were no obstacles? Would your love grow? It's possible, but you and she ill never find out, which is shy you must be gentle but disciplined about boundaries. These are the terms. She can always opt out. If the relationship becomes emotionally detrimental to either of you, it must end.

Cell phones, texting and sexting: We like CATE (Call and Text Eraser) app for Android, which was developed by a police officer. It intercepts texts and phone calls from your lover and hides them. The only way to access the intercepted calls and messages is to use your phone to open the application, which is password protected.

Be prepared to get caught: Man up. Realize what your risking. Your whole world may turn upside down. Or it may not. When it happens, behave honorably. You never meant to hurt anybody. Cover your tracks. Deny what you can. But know when the end is near, and don't be hurtful. Your wife didn't do anything to deserve being told you've been stepping out or that unspoken problems between the two of you led you to act this way. She did nothing wrong.

You're just selfish, and you like to fuck.

I am his Mistress. His work is his wife.

Knock, Knock, Knock ~ There stands the Mechanic, with porn all over his face... the man is gorgeous to begin with but add facial hair, and my panties wouldn't be the only thing getting wet this evening.

He walks in, sits on the loveseat, I sit beside him, a few minutes of small talk and suddenly our clothes are off and his hard cock is deep inside me. I rode him so slow, he was hitting all the right spots and felt absolutely amazing. We change to doggie style, he starts rubbing my back, I start yelling "Pull my hair, pull my hair, dammit, harder, pull it!" Well, it must've been some sort of trigger for him because he could barely pull out fast enough and was cumming all over my back.

He said he was heading out with friends and would be back later, well, he didn't show up. I was not happy. If you say your going to fuck me, you better dam well show up to do it.

~ 1 week later ~

Knock, Knock, Knock ~ There stands the Mechanic, I look at him and say "Your one week late." I turn and leave him standing on the porch and head back to the bathroom to finish getting ready. His excuse was he was barhopping and before he knew it, it was 1:30 and figured I would be sleeping. Whatever.

We hopped into his truck, hit up a local bar, walking in separately. Not a problem. I walk in and immediately recognize an old acquaintance of mine... Perfect! As I'm chatting, giggling, flirting and getting my back lightly massaged by a dark, handsome, French man, I leave the Mechanic pondering just how lucky he is to be leaving with me tonight and maybe he should consider being a bit more careful. Glancing across the bar, I sense a slight irritation and decide I've tortured him enough... for now... and head on over.

We have some interesting conversations. He tells me he's going to write a book. I about spit out my drink and say "Oh honey, I'm waaaay ahead of you." Referring of course, to this blog! I don't think he believed me! He says he's going to write all about the scary plane rides, 15 years on the job and all the good times in general. He continues with "Like this one time, a hot chick was sitting in the hotel lobby, I invited (kidnapped) her out for some pizza with the guys and then had great sex in a mini van." Ah yes, Mini van Olympics! I was dying because of his detailed description of that night, apparently, it was just as good for him as it was for me!

We talked about the night he told me he was getting married. I was very honest with him and said, "It truly bothered me when I asked you why you were getting married and you mentioned everything but the fact you loved her." He became extremely agitated and after many excuses it basically came down to the fact they have been together for so long that it's just comfortable and he goes outside of the marriage for the fun, excitement and everything he doesn't get with her. And still NO mention of love. It made me pity him, just a little bit, because over the last few months the one thing I learned is being comfortable is absolutely no reason to sacrifice happiness.

We also talked about my job opportunity with a marketing company. He said don't mention my name, apparently, he knows the big man over there. Not the one bit surprised considering their world is just that small. He looks me straight in the eyes and says "However, I could tell him I know this gorgeous, sexy woman whose great in bed and gives amazing blowjobs." ~ Grabs my face with both hands, kisses me annnnnd that did it ~ Time to go!!!!

All the way back to my place, I'm rubbing his cock. We get in the door. He immediately removes my pants. I stop to light candles in my bedroom. We start kissing, I take his hand and say "I want you in my bed tonight." I kneel on the edge of the bed, as he stands beside it. Passionately kissing. We remove our shirts. I undo his pants. Still kissing. He says "You are so fucking sexy." The kissing gets even hotter. He removes my bra. He's kissing every inch of my body. His cock in my hand. I remove my panties, lay on the bed to start sucking him. His hands wandering down to my very wet pussy. He tells me to lay back. He moves slowly over me, entering me, our bodies as close as they could be, kissing, we were so in sync. He continued to fuck me in every position possible, dirty talking each other. He goes for the vibrator and at one point, we were kissing each other with the vibrator in our mouths at the same time. Laying on my back with my head hanging off the bed, he stands up and puts his cock in my mouth, while again exploring my entire body. Almost 2 hours later, I need to hear him cum. With him still standing, I sit up on the edge of the bed, we both watch him enter me, commenting how fucking amazing his cock looks sliding in and out of my pussy. Finally, he explodes all over my stomach.

No words can truly explain what sex with him does to my mental state of being. After being with him I float on a cloud for at least the next 7 days, sometimes longer. I often think, if I had the option to fall in love with this man, I honestly don't know I could handle it... to have the deep, in love, emotional connection tied to that kind of sex... No Words!!!!