Moving Can Be Fun Sometimes! Wink, Wink!

The move in date is set... my date dates are set. I get the keys to start a big reno on the new place.  All the appropriate men have arrived to get instructions on their jobs... this one will kiss me; this one will rub my feet, that one will take my clothes off... wrong list.

That big one will rip up the carpets, that tall one is taking care of renovating the kitchen, the small guy (good thing) is doing the bathroom.. This job is going to take over a month.  Nice, I will have lots of time to pack.  As a matter of fact I’m going to throw in a European Vacation in there too. 

I have been seeing/fucking Richard for a month or so at this point.   He is adorable but as a lover very disappointing.  He would never ‘go downtown’...A girl needs her lover to go downtown otherwise he will never be satisfied either because I won’t go there if he won’t.  Seems fair doesn't it ladies? He was so close to ticking all of those proverbial check boxes...but not close enough.  Richard came over on his fateful Saturday night.  I had talked to him and said we needed to talk.  He arrived on time, big points for that, had flowers, OK...dammit. He brought take-out sushi... man he’s killing me here...He had a fresh haircut, a really great shirt and he looked so hot in those jeans.  As always we start with a great hot kiss, his cock is hard as soon as he leans into me.  We move to the living room and get out the food, it’s been weeks since we’ve seen each other and I am so horny now.  Dammit, dammit, dammit!

It’s not right to fuck him then break up...is it? Ladies? Guys?  What I have learned in my many years of being with a lot of men, is men actually have hearts and souls, I had met a few in my past life, and am always surprised how many I’ve met since I started sexploring excessively.  Somewhere along the way I lost my mushy, gushy female feelings.  I’ve been acting like.... well... acting like a man.  Time to take a giant step back, pretend I’m in a Harlequin romance novel and be well behaved and ladylike tonight.  I’ll close my brain off and just enjoy the night with my vanilla lover.  The kissing was great, the foreplay was define, the sushi was awesome.  We did what we usually do and no he would not go downtown, even though I kept pushing his head in that direction.  Short of breaking his neck and fracturing his spine below his ears...he was not bending that low.. Ok..Really? What was the problem... hair? NO, smell? NO? my lack of appreciation? NO1 Not being able to breathe? I was adjusting for that...and he wouldn’t even talk about it.  As usual he finished before I did, as usual he quickly fell asleep.  Man oh man.  There I as hornier than a half fucked fox in a forest fire.  Horny, wet, and wide awake...listening to a man snoring.  Why, why, why did I let him stay?   Suddenly without any warning, my phone went off, it was Brian.  Wow Brian, what great timing.  I was still horny and here was Brian outside of my building wondering what I was doing at that time of night.  What do I do with Richard who is sleeping in my bed?  Let him sleep was my answer. 

I told Brian I could meet him, however a) it was late and I would be in my dressing gown, b) come to apartment across the hall c) don’t ask any questions, just show up, fuck me royally, don’t talk and leave.  He was OK with that :)

I met him at my new apartment, in the middle of ladders, paint, drop sheets; we had our usual incredible sex.  On the hardwood flooring, in the shower, on the new kitchen counter.  It was awesome.. Finally after a night of food, drink, flowers I had had a glorious orgasm or three.  Brain and I were sitting on the kitchen counter when we heard a loud knock on the door.  I pulled my robe on and went to the door.  Richard was in his boxers asking what I was doing ‘over here’.... this was a tough call, honesty would hurt his feelings and serve no purpose... “I am here talking to my son”... god strike me down now.. I am using my children’s name in vain and I am surely going to Hell. Richard understood completely, went back to my bed in the other apartment.  Brian was having a hard time containing himself in the kitchen.  He knew he had been called in as the Pitch Hitter and was feeling pretty cocky... lucky me.  I walked him the door, said ‘good nite and thank you’... he made his satisfied way home and I was left with having to listen to Richard snore in my bed.  I decided to sleep on the couch so I could actually sleep. Richard liked to waken with a blow job...it just wasn’t going to happen.  His day was over with me, I had done everything to talk about what I wanted sexually from him, he never listened to me or simply didn’t want to.  Either way I had to move on to a more sexually compatible lover tomorrow. 

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Just Another Night Out For Jane! (Love Having Sex In Public)

 So recently I was invited to a movie with a friend and when he called to invite me he told me to wear a great bra with lots of cleavage and no panties. Let’s call my date “Geoff”... Geoff and I had been seeing each other for a while. We had a very healthy level of sexploring we each wanted to do.  On this night I was to meet him in Toronto for a movie premier, where the only theatre guests were the media.... and me Jane :)  Geoff was waiting in the lobby for me with popcorn bag in hand....that seemed way too cliché.  Geoff and I sat in the middle of the theatre.  I thought that was awesome perfect seats for viewing.  Geoff’s idea was a little different.  It was a perfect spot for the people to view me.  Ah, we are going to be exhibitionists tonight with a little Domination thrown in there for good measure.  I was sexploring the role of a ‘bottom’ with Geoff, a tough one for me, I hate to give up control but the allure of trying somthing I had not experienced yet won out.  I sat to Geoff’s left, we made small talk, snacked, and I talked to my other seatmate on the other side.  The lights went out, and the real fun began about 10 min later.  Geoff had his jacket in his lap.  He reached over and slid his hand inside my dress bodice and pinched my nipple.  I moaned.  I love breast play.  Geoff looked at me sternly...‘shhhhh’... don’t say a word.  He played with my breasts and I started to squirm a bit in my chair, I tried to reach over and play with him under his jacket.  ‘Don’t touch me yet, you’ve not earned it’...... One thing about me, is that I am a very giving and fair lover, lol and if I’m getting aroused I like my partner to get aroused, so I get more aroused and so on and so on.  Geoff wasn’t allowing me touch him.  He slid his left arm over my shoulder and continued to pinch and twist my nipples and his right hand slip up my inner thigh and ...yes... there is was, in all of its glory, swollen, tender and wet.. My most favorite part of my own body. Yummy.  He started to rub my clitoris softly, then a little harder.  He gently and slowly inserted his finger in my pussy.  Now I moaned again.. How does one stop doing what is coming out involuntarily?   You can’t really, but every time I moaned, he stopped.  I get it, he was training me like a dog... ok.. I’ll bite :)   He would rub my clit and if I made one sound he would stop, so Jane, don’t make a sound and get all the pleasure.  Got it, made mental note.  I turned my head to the left and the man sitting beside me was watching.  Now this was fun.  He had a huge hard on.  I turned my head right and looked at Geoff, he nodded his head. That was my cue that I could reach over and touch the stranger beside me.  I was looking in strangers eyes and watched him watch my hand move over to his side of the chair, I asked him with my eyes.. lol if I could continue, he nodded.  I started to rub his cock through his jeans.  He started to moan....and you guessed it.. I stopped rubbing.  My master was training me and I was training the puppy.  Human nature is not too far off from animal nature.  A few people in the audience saw what was going on.  A few random smiles.  Were they wishing they were sitting there?

Geoff was watching the film... really?  What about me and all of my wet glory?  Geoff was timing the film with the stroking, he stroked, rubbed and fingered me, all the while I was stroking and rubbing my other seat mate. My new best friend unzipped his pants and pulled his rigid cock out.  “So much better, thank you” my eyes said.  As Geoff was bringing me to a climax, I was bringing my new friend to a climax, ‘he’ leaned over and started kissing me, we were moaning in each other’s mouths and both of us were breathing hard.  I came in one of the most shattering, quietest orgasms I’ve ever had. and so did my friend.  We continued to kiss, Geoff gathered his coat, and took my hand to lead me out of the theatre. My new friend stayed back... to clean up I’m thinking.  Geoff was bulging out over the top of his jeans, how the hell does he have so much self control?  He took me to the underground parking.  He pushed me over the front of his car, lifted up my dress and fucked me royally doggy style.. Right in front of the security camera.  He knew what he wanted, he wanted to watch me play with another in public, and then he wanted to fuck me in front of someone else... what a clever, clever boy.  I think I’ll keep him around for a while longer.

~Jane , for the 1st time in my life, as a movie buff I have no idea what film I saw.  

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Most People Live and Die Without Ever Having Had Their Best Night Of Sex!

As humans we are programmed with two very primal instincts, one is survival, the other to reproduce. These two things are very closely related, so basically if you strip it all away to its most basic explanation, we are programmed to want to have sex pretty much instinctively!
Having said that modern society is trying to deprogram us of this very basic instinct by telling us it is wrong or bad to have more than one partner or to have sex outside of a relationship and as a result of this to never act out your deepest fantasies or have your greatest night of sex!
9 out of 10 men fantasize about having a threesome (2 girls, one guy) but less than 1% of men ever actually have a threesome. Why is this?
In the top 10 fantasies that are most common for a women here are a few. Double Penetration, Being Touched or Masturbated by Another Women, Being Tied Up, Being Dominated, Being Watched While Having Sex, Another Man. But guess what very few women ever act out these fantasies.
Some of the most common relationship issues (other than money) are as follows. Being attracted to Another Person, Infidelity, Physical Incompatibility, Less Attracted to a Person Sexually, Conflicts in Tastes and Desires, Comparing Your Partner to Others, Impotency. Why is this?
Well let me tell why this is. It is because modern society makes it taboo for us to talk about or act out our sexual fantasies, our most basic instinct. If most men or women could go to their partner and feel comfortable about talking about their fantasies and in turn open up a dialogue with their partner about these fantasies the chance of you being able to have Your Best Night Of Sex would be more real, and as a direct result of that you would feel more fulfilled in your current relationship and be less likely to be looking out side of your relationship for satisfaction of those fantasies. Which are sexual in nature and our most basic instinct.
Do you see where I am going here people? We are wired a certain way and society tells us to not be comfortable in our own skin or with our own sexuality, which in it self is a joke given every major corporation around the planet uses sex to sell its products.
Don't feel insecure about wanting to act out your fantasies or about bringing them to your partners attention, it is natural and it is alright to do so. Who knows how much it could improve the status of your current relationship.
Jane Smith says it's alright! Hell she says its more than alright it is human nature! Don't fight your own most basic of instincts.
If you need advice on how to approach your partner about this topic or are uncomfortable open this door get in touch with Jane Smith Sexpert and she can help guide you down this wonderful road of not just sex fantasies, but the reality of your best night of sex!
Jane Smith Sexpert lives her life this way and has never been more fulfilled and never more happy!

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One of the biggest mistakes people make when going online for dating is they don't put enough effort into making sure their photos are top notch. You need at least 3 pictures that you have really put time and attention into. Photos are the bait you use to draw people to your profile. Pictures of you and your ex cropped out are no good, pictures of you hammered in a bar or club somewhere, big no no! And no pictures of you and kids. do i really have to explain this one, its the internet people are sick. Go and get a few professional photos done its worth the time and effort!
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A nite with 'Tim' not his real name

I once met a man named 'Tim'.. he had the biggest balls I've ever seen.  I really wanted that to rhyme dammit! Tim could 'tea-bag' someone from across the room.

 I met Tim online as I usually met my victims... uh em... men.  Apparently the site we were both on had set us up as a 'Perfect Match'.  He was from 2.5 hrs away.. match for what exactly I wanted to know.  His pic was pretty cute, it was obvious there were more people in the pic and they sadly were chopped off.  lol So many of you people do that..silly really.  We chatted for a bit online then moved to a phone call.  I loved his voice, he had a cute little something I just loved, from the way he was talking I knew I had to kiss the mouth whose tongue made that little sound.  I'm sure a speech pathologist would have fixed it if he were younger and looking to have it corrected but was sexy as hell.  He lived a long way away but worked so much closer.  We decided to meet one nite in the middle. After that first date, he had to sleep in his office because it was too far to drive back home... no one had slept in their office for me before... it was adorable..he had me then and there.... he slept in his office many nites, the only reason he didn't come to my place was my place was often too far from work for him..

We had a great first date, I still have so many fond memories of him.  We met for drinks about 3 weeks ago, he has new gf and we both have moved on but there is a deep affection for one another... a great story and wonderful friends now...after all the great sex in fun places and fun times and so many laughs... but alas 'love' was not a part of our affair.  We were together off and on for the better part of 2 years.  I'm going to  have to tell you one story that still gets me a standing ovation when I walk into that same club.

Tim and I had both enjoyed the same type of music.......jazz and blues.  There is a wonderful club downtown Toronto called "The Rex".  They had a great special on this particular Feb nite for apps, dinner, dessert and a room for two... Tim found it and thought it was a great idea.  I was to meet him there after his work, I could go anytime so I went first and 'prepared' the room for his arrival.  Dimmed the lights, pulled the sheets back and left the lights on so he could see when we came up..nothing kills a mood more than fumbling around in the dark.   Knowing him he would come straight from work and want a shower.. I would want him to have a shower too.

I went down to the bar, I had a little time so I had another friend meet me there first...lol someone else I was seeing at the time.  I'll call him "G", we went on to so many escapades to be another story for another blog.  Tim knew I was seeing someone else and had no problem as I knew he was still looking too.  Don't forget we are all middle aged people who are all sexploring at this stage in our lives, if love hit us between the eyes we would acknowledge it but it hadn't happened.  G and I were enjoying the early entertainment, chatting, snuggling a bit, I guess I would have had to call G the 'fluffer'... lol   He bid his adieu and I waited with my 3rd glass of wine for Tim to arrive, he did, my heart gave a little flutter as I watch him strut his 5'  9" self up to my table, bend over, kiss me deeply in front of everyone, knowing my other friend had just left... i was the fucking belle of the ball that nite.

Tim and I shared one drink there at the table and we went upstairs so he could have a shower.  I winked at the bartender on my way up, he smiled and winked back thinking he knew something Tim didn't.  lol   Tim kissed me hard in the bedroom, then I stripped him and went under the hot water, he had a great body.  I took pictures of him for my diary/book/blog/brain.  He smiled and continued his manly ablutions.  He found me on the bed dressed and ready to go downstairs... 'oh no kitten, we are not going downstairs yet'.... did I mention he called me 'kitten'.... I loved it. I knew he called everyone kitten but when he called me it, I was the only one in the room at the time he was calling 'kitten'. The best pet name I've ever been called.  Tim went on to remind me it was his night to dominate me.  That's what made sex with him so fun, we made sure we sexplored everything we wanted to. "Well Tim".. I said, "Dominate away".... and he did

He had me sit on the side of the bed.  I watched him walk around the room and light numerous candles and incense .. (what a dude..really? incense..well fuck me) he had his towel around his waist still, when he walked by I reached up to pull it off, he stopped my hand, he slapped it and pushed it away... oh.. he really didn't want me to do anything.. fine.  :)

He set up the bar to his liking, he had brought a plethora of alcohol to whet my tongue.  He moved over to me and kissed me,... while putting a blindfold over my eyes.  This was going to be fun.  I could hear noises, I could smell the incense now... realllly smell it.  He started kissing me, I could feel hot on my neck, then cold, oh ice.  I could smell his soap. He touched my arms and neck, he kept kissing me over and over again.  He asked me to hang on... the bed moved across the floor.  Didn't know hotel beds moved.  He had been here before... I giggled. good. He would know what he was doing.  He lifted up my right arm, kissing, tickling.. tied to the bed! He did the same for my left arm.. actually I think I threw it into the noose myself..lol

I had to lay down at this point.. all the while my senses were all over the place and hyper active. He had moved around the room and turned the music on. There was music in here somewhere? I hadn't found any.  He had brought it... honestly guys.. this MAN worked when he wanted great sex.. he never failed to impress me with how much he did to make a perfect evening.  Listen and learn guys... .listen and learn.  I was lying on my back, with my knees up and my arms spread out. He was moving around the bed, kissing me everywhere. I had no sense of direction or space..things were hot, then cold, sweet smelling.. then spicey, he touched me softly then hard.  He was a fucking ringmaster..almost as great as myself.    I think I felt his c*ck brush my cheek.  He was moving down my legs.. I was arching up hoping he was going to be paying attention to my 'pleasure button'...nope.. not so soon.  He sucked and tickled my toes.. then bam! my foot was tied away from my other leg.... and the other leg soon followed.  Honestly you would never want to do this anyone unless you trusted them explicitly.  Tim worked circles around me, left, right, top, sides, breasts, nipples, neck, eyelids, mouth. mouth. mouth.  He knew me so well to know that kissing was really sensual to me.  I was squirming quite a bit already, and that was just from my sense of sight gone, what would have happened if my other senses were gone at the same time, I think I would have spontaneously cum into the ceiling of the next room above.  He was know touching my face with his c*ck, I opened my mouth and was able to take him all in...like I had not been able to do before... ah I get it... lol.. it was for his pleasure...lol my neck was off the end of the bed and as such my throat was open deeper...smart fucker. He played with me and wouldn't allow me much time with his c*ck. He did however let me lick his glorious balls forever, they were huge, there were a few times I had to turn my head I couldn't breathe, my mouth was full but I still had my nose covered as well.  I heard him laugh more than once.  My nipples were so hard they were craving attention, not to mention my clit.   He started giving me some incredible breast play.  I love, love love having my breasts played with. Squeezed, sucked, bitten.  The more the better, he knew this all too well.  He had tied them up so they were throbbing, I can cum from having my breasts spoiled. Finally he moved around and touched my clit.   Literally just touched and I nearly jumped off of the bed, had I not been tied down I would have raped him.  All of a sudden the loudest noise you could imagine filled the room,  the loudest ringing, it was deafening.. what the fuck is that?  WHAAAA, WHAAAA, WHAAAA, WHAAAA,... "TIM WHAT THE HELL IS THAT".. Tim is laughing so hard he can't talk... there is a knock on the door... "Miss Smith? THE FIRE ALARM HAS GONE OFF AND IT'S COMING FROM YOUR ROOM???????"  JESUS CHRIST TIM, GET THE FUCKING DOOR!   Tim goes to the door... naked... opens it just enough to say we are fine, he says the candles must have done it.   I am scrambling to pull the blindfold off just enough to see them looking in to see me tied to the fucking bed... naked.. in the middle of the room, feather, whips, belts, ice, beer, wine, candles, and my naked ass for all the world to see!!!!!!!!!  "Yup" he says "Look like you have everything under control".. and leaves.  The alarm shuts off.  I am actually mortified for the first time in my entire life.  Tim is laughing his ass off sitting on the floor, he has to have a leak now, he can't contain himself and I am still tied up in the middle of the room.  Tim comes back from the bathroom, offers me a drink.. that I can have lying down, he is not done with me he says.  He lets me regain my composure... then as soon as he starts to touch me I am right back where I was prior too the fire.  He graciously unties my legs and lets me move to a position where he can fuck me royally.  And fuck me he does, the fire incident has given him a little more heat to know there are people downstairs talking about us now.  It was one of the best sex sessions I've ever had and certainly the most interesting.  We clean up in the shower for two.  We get dressed and head down for dinner and music as we pass the bartender this time.. he and the staff are giving us the 'slow clap'... that signifies a great appreciation for people our age...lol.. to still get it on hot enough to turn the fire alarms on. 

Tim and I enjoyed each other many times after that.  He will be the inspirations for a few more blogs later on..


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Gareth...all of my best lovers names start with "G"

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I'm going to write about a man.  Lets call him 'Gareth'... we will call him Gareth...because that is his name.

I met Gareth online, as a Sexplorer I went to my usual place... yes the famous online 'meet'...where you get to look at the person's picture, then check the profile to see if you are interested and attracted to one another.  He was attracted to me... because he started it.  I say 'he started it' because I grew up saying that to my mother.  I have 3 older brothers and if there was trouble to be found they found it...and I tagged along because I could enjoy the illicit fun and never be found guilty because I could/would always say to my mom 'he started it'.

In all of my dating years I can't honestly think back to a time when I started it.  There was never any point as far as I was concerned.  There was no point in rejection.  There are so many people on the planet, I would always have the opportunity to say 'ya' or 'nay' to whomever pursued me.  So at this point I can say 'Gareth started it'. :)

I was online one night responding to some emails I had received and 'ting ting' up popped this message on instant chat, no pic attached.  I had learned from my past dating experience I wasn't going to talk to anyone unless I could see what they looked like.   We had an interesting banter, clever, witty...two of my favourite things.  It was late in the evening, I had had a few drinks so I was more clever than usual .. :-/

I let Gareth know I wasn't moving forward without seeing what he looked like.  He agreed to text me a picture of himself.  I received it within minutes and was very interested in his looks.  He was gorgeous.  He was 6' tall, caramel coloured skin, short hair, big brown eyes and a delicious mouth.  He asked if he could meet me and yes....I gave him my address.  I am such an easy lay when I'm aroused but I still had all of my facilities and agreed with myself that I was aware of what I was doing and let it happen just he way I thought it would.  He lived very close to me as it turned out and he was at my place within 20 minutes.  It was the perfect, I had a glass of scotch waiting for him when he arrived.  We hugged hello, we enjoyed the burning/warm cool glass of single malt and talked and talked.  That was the foreplay..lol I showed him my stock in the that I keep at home..

It took him longer than expected to lean over and kiss me.... and with that I was ready to rip off his clothes.  I let him know I was using him for his body and he seemed alright with that development.  Men can be so easy to get along with in this situation.  No emotion, no drama just be there and let me use your body.. Thank you God.

His lips were cool from the scotch over ice and his tongue was warm and wonderful.  He moved against me and I could feel his pectoral muscles shift as he moved closer.  That for me is a clear sign that I wanted  him, not sure what his feelings were.  Warm kisses building up to hot kissing and a great body aroused me.  I could feel his body through his shirt and well packed jeans.  Again I confirmed he was alright with me 'using' him... and again he confirmed he was fine with that. 

I brought him out to my store room of toys and asked him if there was anything he was interested in trying... he picked the vibrating c*ck ring...my personal favourite.  We made our way upstairs where I preceded to take the lead.  There is no stopping me if I am aroused, the timing is perfect and the man is gorgeous.  He let me have my way with him completely.  He was as hard as he possibly could be the moment he entered my bedroom.  I was thinking he was thinking... this is so easy... yes Gareth, yes it was easy for you.  We had established the age difference, he was 10 yrs younger than me, we had established that I was more dominant than he, and finally we had established he was a live tool for me to pleasure myself with.... and not surprisingly he was ok with that too. 

He started to strip quickly, I stopped his hand and made him slow down, I wanted to take off his clothes myself in the order I wanted.  I wanted to see his shoulders first which meant shirt comes off first, I love that moment when the last button is undone and I slip the shirt off of his shoulders... just to get a peek of his glorious deltoids and pecs..lol.  I turn him around and look at him from the backside.  I reach around with my left hand and unbuckle his belt and pull it out, his pants slipped and cm  or so further down his hips, they may have slipped further but his hard on is keeping his pants in place...lol ...  I sit down on the edge of my bed  turn him around and draw him closer to me.  I reach out and stroke his c*ck through his pants.  He feels hot and hard, I cup his penis in my hand, it doesn't quite fit and I can feel him throbbing.  This is going to be fun.  I pull him closer still to kiss his stomach and put my arms around his waist.  I am able to undo the button and zipper, taking care not to get anything important caught in the zipper.  I let his pants fall to the ground.  He is bulging out of the top of his boxer briefs.... black with lime green waistband... nice...   I can just barely touch the head of his c*ck over the top of his briefs with my tongue, I move my tongue back and forth to make him wet, he pushes up against my mouth and holds my head with is hands... lol... he thinks he's going to control how and where my mouth goes.. wrong.    I make his briefs follow his pants to the ground.  I notice how strong the erectile tissue is in that it bounces back up and slaps his stomach.  I am able to hold his balls and lick the front of his penis.  I'm sitting in the perfect position to see of the valuable real estate right in front of my face and hands.  I look up at him to make sure he is still enjoying himself, I catch him looking at me at the same time.  We both know what we want, and we both know who is in charge.

There are so many intricate ways to suckle a man c*ck.  Hard, soft, slow, fast, different psi's...lol   You just have to watch for the signs to see which methods work best for each man.  Gareth was very 'head centric'.  He liked the teasing of the little kisses and light licking around the head of his c*ck and frenulum.  The shaft wasn't as erotic for him, but he loved his balls being sucked as well.  I made him undress me in the same way I undressed him, sometimes 'slow' is so erotic, we had not been naked with each other before, so I wanted to tease him as long as I could.  I laid back, opened my legs and he knew what I was looking for.  He kissed and tickled my inner thighs, I was wet already so I was as ready as he was. But I was going to make work him for it.  He had a nice long reach and was able to pinch my nipples at the same time as he kissed my inner thighs.  I like that in a man.  :)

This man has a depth of sexual experience I can appreciate again and again.  I need to thank every woman that had come/cum ahead of me for teaching him what he is sharing with me now.

He was very adept at using his digits and tongue at the same time, it wasn't long before I was soaking the bed by 'squirting'... there has to be a better word for it than that.  To make a woman squirt is a skill many more men need to read about and practice, it is a completely different type of orgasm and the woman will love you forever..lol

His head was beautiful.. his ass was beautiful.. those were basically all I could see from my view of him between my legs.   If I could have I would have taken pictures the whole time, he knows he's gorgeous the light was hitting the silhouette of his body just right, the cocoa/caramel colour was smooth and beautiful.  It was a picture waiting to be taken then painted.  I have it in my mind forever.

The great thing about us women, we can go forever and each orgasm can build on the next if 'he' does it right for the woman.  He was great, he felt my orgasm and I told him as well, not to difficult to figure out.... he slowed down but didn't' stop.... he was gentler, and slower and let it build up again for a 2nd then 3rd time and he hadn't come up for air yet.  My anticipation had built up and now I couldn't wait to have him inside of me.  His manhood was standing at attention begging for my touch.  He was due for his share of fun, but not too much....yet.

I pulled him on top of me and then rolled him over so he was on his back.  I pulled out the vibrating c*ckring and slid it on, it wouldn't fit over both c*ck and balls, the vibrator was starting to work, he was having a hard time lying still. I went between his legs and started licking and kissing his balls, my tongue made it's way lower to his ass, his hips pushed up to meet my tongue, he was enjoying this a lot.  I had another toy ready if he was.... he was... a well lubricated set of anal beads was slowly inserted into his anus and moved around in a clockwise motion.  He was squirming now and lifting his ass off of the bed.  He's not going to last much longer, I tried to slow him down, he wasn't having any part of it.  I moved up and straddled my legs over his hips, I bent down and let my breasts rub against his c*ck, while I had a hold of the anal beads still moving them around in his ass.  He lifted me up over his c*ck and put himself inside of me... oh my god.  It felt so amazing for both of us.  It was slow, I didn't want to move up again, the vibrating c*ckring was perfecting humming on my clit, he was squeezing my breasts and reaching up to kiss me deeply.  I moved up his shaft slowly, he raised his hips to match mine, this wasn't going to work if he was moving up with me...lol   I pushed back down on his hips to indicate that I wanted control the play my way.  I rose up all the way to the tip of his shaft and ever so slowly slid back down to the vibrating ring.  I stayed down there long enough to build my arousal and back up I went again and again and again.  Without realizing it he had grabbed my hips in his hands and was moving me exactly where he wanted me, I was ok with that now I was very close to a fantastic climax.  I wanted to finish on the down stroke so I could feel the vibrator to finish.. I did... it was incredible. Gareth  flipped me over and pulled my legs over his shoulders and was able to be so deep inside of me.  I was able to touch the anal beads and when I felt him cumming I pulled the beads out, he gasped, he groaned, he moaned and let out a great wail of satisfaction at the same time I was having my next orgasm... there is a moment in time of such great pleasure between two people that is is humbling in it's spirituality. We both felt it, there was no denying it that night.  He stayed the night with me and my bed, we slept on and off but most of the night was spent kissing, touching and making love over and over again.

 We were together for some time after that first night... life got in the way and he had to move for his job, we stopped talking to each other after that. I hope he is well and I hope his next lover thanks me for teaching him a thing or five.

~ a very satisfied Jane

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Cheryl my dear friend/receptionist/administrator become quite interested in my dating life.  After all she was cleaning up the office after me she must have a) wondered b) been really envious of my activity c) was curious how she can get in on the action...or d) all of the above.... NOPE! NONE OF THE ABOVE!  She said she would wait and see how it turned out for me.   It was a subject that was discussed and dissected along the way and the after hours rendezvous would continue as would the cleaning. 

The funnest part of our work days were having a mid day coffee date.  'He' would come to my office and she would preview him for me as they walked up the parking lot and into the front door.  She would buzz me and give me her first impression...oh how I wish I had listened better, and had a back door so Cheryl could say; “I’m so sorry, she has had to meet with the lawyer this morning and couldn’t get in touch with you”.  Every single bad date was something to learn from and added to the filters I put up online so as not to expose myself ‘that’ way again. This fellow, still makes me shake my head even when I’m writing now.  He was living here from Russia, language barrier again and sock barrier.  He had worked the night shift at a chicken plant.... yup, chicken plant, he looked at breasts all day....he thought that was such a funny joke to tell everyone.  He finished his shift and changed for our date.  Looking back I wished he had changed not only into some'thing' else but also into some'one' else.  He showed up with a t-shirt on, shorts, sandals and SOCKS! Come on! This is a date! The superman T-shirt was wrinkled and a size too small for him. His shorts had a stain on the leg..was that chicken guts and blood? And did I mention SOCKS WITH SANDALS?  I, on other hand had taken care to be well dressed for my date.  I didn't have an escape so I was stuck here by myself to go through with this date alone.. Cheryl was absolutely no help when I asked her to join us... she was still smirking when we walked out the door.

 We went for coffee to a local little place where everybody knows your name...it's a small town so matter where we went everyone knows my name....oh god shoot me now, how do I introduce him... 'here's a man who has no home (because it looked like he had slept in his car)and no clothes and I thought I would buy him a coffee...... no that wouldn't work.... 'hi guys, this is my cousin'....no, I don't have olive skin and bad fashion sense...ah! I would just nod, wave and say nothing and later tell them he was a 'client'... that works everytime....

He tried to hold my hand crossing the street I deflected that move gracefully by moving my purse to that hand, then he changed sides, so my purse changed sides, my purse was my shield today and god help me I wished it was bigger and heavier.  I nearly jumped out of my skin everytime he touched me. I don't think I had ever been so unattracted to anyone before, not even the 6'8" guy put me this off of dating. We had our coffee, he talked and talked and talked about his job packaging chicken breasts all day all night.  He was obviously nervous so my nurturing gene took over and I tried to make him feel more comfortable, he took that as a sign he could get closer...then he leaned in for a big sloppy kiss.... whoa... i can't remember ever moving so fast, I slid left and the chair tipped right and in that .02 second before I hit the floor was an eye opener for me, 'filter, filter, filter'...my ass in my beautiful dress pants were sitting on.....jam? or maybe pancake syrup, either way, it was sticky.. much like I feared the kiss would be... my friends came over offered to help me up, there was no denying  I would have to talk to them now, pants were brushed off, purse was re-loaded, spilled coffee was swabbed, and my Russian date took every opportunity to touch me, yup..he smelled like chicken...

  He called and called and called afterwards. I had to say something to get him to stop calling, again Cheryl my best friend was no help whatsoever... she would not call him and tell him I had passed away.  Seriously what kind of friend is that anyway?    I decided I would call and BE COMPLETELY HONEST WITH HIM...... 'you smell badly, your clothes are not dating clothes, brush your hair and your teeth.. and general personal hygiene is critical... you took too many liberties in trying to touch me when you didn't know me and you are supposed to pay for the coffee.... I said it much kinder of course, I said I was sorry it didn't work out, I am Canadian... I am sorry about a lot of things.  Please Russia tell me there are gorgeous men there who know how to go on a date, I was in St. Peterburg last year and saw a lot of you...and you were gorgeous...come to Canada.....please.


At this point I was beginning to question my idea of 'saying "yes" to every man that asked me'...my plan of dating for 365 days without saying 'no' was up for debate.  I trudged forward, probably not fair to some of the poor fellows I went out with, not sure what my mental state was after a terrible date. lol.   It’s a huge world out there and i wasn’t going to leave any stone unturned. Of course that’s not to say some of them should have stayed under the rock. 

My next romp was an interesting man.  His family owned a food distribution business between Montreal and Toronto.  We had talked for awhile on the phone and decided we should try to fit a date into our busy schedules. I loved the fact that all of his pics were out at restaurants. We decided to meet one day just off of the 401 on his way back from Montreal for coffee.   He told me when he would coming along, and I went to meet him.  He was already there when I got there. He waved at me, turned his car off, got out of his car and ...... he was in track pants.  Honest to God, what the hell is going on?  Don't people dress for dates any longer, I look better on a bad day, he had obviously eaten breakfast in his car while he was driving he had crumbs all over his lap.  He was still pretty cute however and he apologized for his attire...ok he got back a point or two there, with the long drive he needed to change out of his suit and there was a very impressive bulge showing. I wanted to explore that at a some point.  We met a couple of times after that, dinners, cocktails, his place, my place,  did explore the bulge, very disappointing...it was all fabric. He was a great cook though.  Again, just no connection for either of us, he was nice, I was nice, we just sort of stopped making time for each other, we would chat every once in a while via text, ask how we were each doing, what was going on in our dating worlds, lots of funny stories were passed back and forth, we enjoyed each others company alot on the phone, just not in person... what a funny world we live in.  So Gord if you're reading this... 'Hi, how are you these days?... hope you found what you were looking for, if not good luck in your continued search'


~Jane , the man slayer

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