Clinger – Skinny Leg Guy – Part 1

Lying there wishing he'd go away.
Lying there wishing he’d go away.

When it comes to dating, it seems to be one extreme or the other – either I never hear from them or they’re clingers that won’t go away.

The most recent clinger I met while playing a game one evening. I know I’d seen him around but had never had a conversation with him until that night. He was 35, had just moved from New York to take care of his sick mother (which meant he lived with her). That should have been Red Flag #1. Totally not my type at all (do I even have a type?), but for whatever reason, I felt like making out with him by the end of the night.

We went back to my place and talked for a while. It was then that I noticed he had one skinny leg. I can’t remember what had happened to him exactly, but he had almost lost his leg at some point. I pretended not to notice. We made out all night. No sex, which was fine with me, because he also had a skinny dick. He was a really great kisser and really good at eating out and spanking me. We played with my toys and had a pretty good time. He was the type that I know is a bad boy, but not too bad.

It’s always the next morning when things come into focus. I hated the way Skinny Leg Guy dressed, like he was ghetto or something with the saggy shorts and tilted hat. Much too old to be acting that way. And it turned out he was a chain smoker – so bad that he’d stop in the middle of making out to smoke a fucking cigarette. I don’t like anyone at my house to be going in and out, because I live next door to my landlords, and I try to keep my business under wraps. I told him he’s not wearing his shorts and hat all ghetto if he steps outside my house. My rules. Haha!

I realized I had to drop him off somewhere, because Skinny Leg Guy had no transportation with him. (Come to find out, he doesn’t have ANY transportation!) So he hung around my place until like 2 in the afternoon when I said I had to be somewhere. In the meantime, he was driving me nuts going in and out of the house to smoke. I had a bottle of vodka on top of the refrigerator and he decided to take a shot or two. Mind you, this is at like 10 o’clock in the morning. Red flag! While he was outside smoking yet again, I took the opportunity to use the bathroom (he’d left the toilet seat up). He wasn’t out long, then came in and walked right through the bathroom while I was sitting on the toilet! I was like WTF! No respect for my privacy is not going to cut it with me, and I couldn’t wait to get him out! But before we left, I had to remind him to throw away his nasty ass cigarette butts he’d left on my porch. UGH.

Finally, I had to leave to go to my appointment. He had me drop him off at his cousin’s house, because it was closer than his mom’s. The place I took him to was a complete dumpy ass trailer park that was one of those really shady places with probably has at least one meth lab per block. He swore he didn’t live there, that his cousin did, so he must have been embarrassed by what a shithole it was. I dipped out of there as fast as I could, praying no one I know saw me, because anyone that knows me knows I wouldn’t be caught dead in a place like that.

But it didn’t end there with Skinny Leg Guy. Part 2 tomorrow…

Haters Be Hatin’

Fuck the haters.
Fuck the haters.

It’s crucial to my job to put a smile on my face, because no one wants to look at a frowning chick on a webcam. If I’m in a bad mood, I stay off camera, since there is no need to take anything out on strangers that are trying to escape from their own worlds.

Sometimes people don’t understand that even though I sell fantasies, I am a real person with real feelings – and like everyone else, real problems. Most of the time people are super nice, but if I’m having an “off” day in my personal life, a smite comment can take the brightness out of the day. Usually, I can be thick-skinned and brush it off, so why does the comment continue to stick in my brain?

I was having one particularly bad weekend a few weeks ago. I had contacted my ex regarding something about our (adult) kid. It turned out to be no big deal, and he was pleasant about what I’d sent him. Two hours later, I get a hateful text from him saying that since I’ve moved on to never contact him about anything ever again. And then I’m pretty sure he blocked me. I was stunned. I showed the text to three different people – and every one of them said he didn’t send that, that his new girlfriend did. I realized they were right, because it was different from his “writing” and was totally something an insecure woman would say. The thing that really pisses me off is that they’ve been together since he and I were separated, and I purposely have gone out of my way trying to avoid them both in the small town we live in. And when I do see them, I either ignore them or if that’s impossible, wave a small “hello” and get on my way. I think that’s a pretty fair thing for me to do as an ex. So not only did this bitch create drama that never existed, her text brought up emotions that I thought I’d dealt with and reminded me of things I wanted to forget. It basically ruined my weekend, because it happened on Friday afternoon. Next time I run into him, I’m going to flat out ask if he really sent that text, whether or not she’s standing there, and hope karma bites her in the ass.

That same weekend, I had two chargebacks from deadbeat customers that were given a Skype show and canceled their payments. Fucking scamming cowards. I have zero tolerance for dishonesty and theft. This happened a third time this week. These people are essentially stealing my grocery money. Karma is a bitch.

And then came snide remarks from people online. I belong to some foot fetish groups on Facebook in which we post feet photos. If someone doesn’t like my feet, I don’t see the need to comment at all… just move onto something you do like, right? In one day alone, there were three or four dickhead comments. And then there are those people that create fake profiles on the camming sites with the sole purpose of insulting models. Of course, there were the great comments, so why do the negative ones seem to have more of an impact?

Strange Requests

I entertain normal fetishes.
I entertain normal fetishes.

Just like with any job, sometimes the people you have to deal with are a little “different”, to put it lightly. But in the adult industry, “different” is an understatement. The types of requests I get range from normal or typical to complete WhatTheFuck.

For example, this guy sends me this same exact email about once a week. Same copy/paste crap. And I know I’m not the only one he sends it to, because my friend on eBanned gets the same email:

Would you sell me socks? Get them way stinky but send them to another slave because I’m a loser and to humiliate me? Have him take pics if smelling and describe what they Smell like? Will you tease me how smelly there getting what shoes you wear them in and that I’ll never get them ? Will you ask if he’ll cum on them and take pics? Will you mismatch 2 cartoon or little girl sock s to humiliate me? How much? Auction them so you get paid twice. Make me thank and beg each bidder? Ill pay will you please i have the $ will pay

I’m sure he does this to numerous women, but his method of madness doesn’t work for me. First of all, anything that involves “little girl” in the request crosses a boundary for me, and I refuse to entertain it.

I, like others, finally had to block him.

Friday FAQs – Why Are You a Cam Model?

I love sheer lingerie
I love sheer lingerie

I’m at a point in life in which if I’m not happy with my job, I’m going to find something else to do. I don’t believe in being unhappy every day, getting up and repeating. That’s just insanity. The high-security job I have/had (hours cut big time so I won’t be doing it for long) is a low-paying, extremely stressful rat race that often requires unpaid training and extra unpaid work hours. It got to the point that my job was literally making me sick, resulting in medical bills that I couldn’t afford. When my hours were cut, it was just one more thing to drive me into another direction. But I was confused as to what direction I should go, because nothing inspired me.

An older friend knows that I am a much happier person when I’m self-employed. She suggested finding something that I’m good at and enjoy, and go to work for myself. I’m independent and work much better alone than with groups. I’ve never felt like I have ever “fit in” anywhere, and I’m really a nonconformist when it comes to rules or expectations of certain careers. I racked my brain thinking what can I do that I enjoy that is also profitable?

While I am good at many things, I’m not an expert at anything. I have very diverse interests and talents, but it seems like I’d tried it all before with only minimal success (mainly because most of it required me to be somewhat of a sales person, which is not me by any means). Everyone knows that sex sells (without much effort, I might add), so I thought maybe I can combine the talents I enjoy (writing, modeling, blogging, etc.) with sex. But how? Because I certainly wasn’t going to prostitute myself out.

A friend had (jokingly?) suggested I should be a cam model, because I’d sent him a short video of me pleasing myself. But I told him I wouldn’t know where to begin. I’d never done such a thing, and I didn’t know anything about being a cam model. Besides, how can I compete with a bunch of 20-somethings with perfect firm bodies? Then I learned that there are plenty of men out there enjoying cougar cam models, some my own age that prefer someone with a maturity level of their own. Others are younger men that have cougar fantasies. Perfect, I thought, that’s how I will market myself.

Within a week, I ended up meeting someone that manages cam models. I tried to get more info out of him, but he was unreliable. Another week or so later, I met someone else that introduced me to My Free Cams, because his ex-girlfriend used to do it. I decided that this was no coincidence – three times within a couple of weeks was a sign that I needed to do more investigating and get on board.

As of this writing, it’s been almost 4 weeks since I signed up and broadcasted my first cam show. It’s definitely a learning curve between figuring out how to navigate the site, setting up my room for shows, and promoting myself. Within that time, I’ve worked half of the hours and made the same money doing the other job I hated. I make my own hours and work from home. My goal is to continue building clients and income, and eventually, this will lead to following other dreams that nothing else I’ve done has provided.

 

Psycho Marine’s Issues and More Red Flags – Pt. 2

Sexting a psycho
Sexting a psycho

I only saw Psycho Marine a few more times over a few weeks, mostly because of my busy work schedule and our living distance. He became extremely demanding and pissy when I wasn’t able to accommodate him by hanging out every time he’d asked or able to answer his texts immediately (red flag #4). I was seeing these signs but ignoring them, because I knew I wasn’t going to have an actual relationship with him outside of our sexual escapades. But his demands began to wear on me and eventually caused me to distance myself, and I began to find him unattractive.

I like all sorts of sexual positions, but I really enjoy being on top due to the ability to control the depth of the penis, clitoral stimulation, and motion of the ocean. Every time we switched positions and I got on top, Psycho Marine lost his hard on. Combined with his dysfunction, he’d said some things that made me realize he had huge mommy issues. One thing in particular was when he called his own mother a cunt. Red flag #5. He had nothing nice to say about her.

Psycho Marine thought it was a good idea to introduce me to his kid on the second date (red flag #6). Waaayyyyy too early for that! I thought it was terrible parenting.

Over a course of only three weeks and maybe a handful of times hanging out, Psycho Marine became psycho. He didn’t seem to care one bit when I wasn’t feeling well, didn’t even thank me for bringing him homemade soup when he was sick (red flag #7). Psycho Marine rarely smiled and always complained about and blamed everyone else for his failures in life (red flag #8). He didn’t keep jobs for long, and of course that was always someone else’s fault.

Again with his demands and his inability to understand that I was technically not yet a single woman, he needed much more attention than I was able to grant him. His text messages resorted to very childish behavior when I was too exhausted after work to make the 30 min drive to his house, responding with things like “whatever” and other selfish behaviors like deleting me as a Facebook friend when he wouldn’t get his way (red flag #9).

Red flag #10 took some time to realize, because we’d only seen each other a few times. I noticed that we only communicated thru Facebook messenger; I didn’t even have his phone number. I started to take notice that Psycho Marine never seemed to have time for me on weekends, which I considered odd. One of the last times I visited his house was when he confessed he was hanging out with one of his ex-lovers “just as friends” by taking her to a basketball game… on a weekend. I called bullshit on the “just as friends” part.

The very last straw was when Psycho Marine and I were texting and he was demanding a nudie pic. I told him to send one to me first. He wouldn’t. I suggested seeing each other that evening. He made the excuse he was driving to visit his male friend in another city two hours away. I knew it was a bold faced lie, because it was 10 o’clock or so in the evening and what man is going to drive two hours at that time of night to see another man? It was bullshit. I had suspected he’d been seeing someone else behind my back. It was my last message to him, but I basically told him to fuck off, then I blocked HIM before he could do it to me.

Just as I’d suspected, he’d been on Plenty of Fish searching for his next victim. I decided to make up a fake profile just to fuck with him. After the first message, he demanded that I meet with him (he had no idea it was me) and made some other unreasonable demands before I got bored with fucking around and deleted my fake profile.

A few months later, I spied on his Facebook page to see he’d found himself a new relationship. I felt bad for the new woman, because I cannot imagine the crap he put her through. A few more months later, they got married (his third) and only a few months after that a new baby arrived. All I can say is: better her than me!

First Fuck After a Breakup – Psycho Marine – Pt. 1

Checking my wet panties
Checking my wet panties

After a breakup, there’s a lot of sexual tension built up – especially when you end up with someone that has a high sex drive. Shortly after my separation, I created a Facebook profile and began adding people that I hadn’t seen in years. One in particular was a guy that I hadn’t seen since my early 20s, because he’d gone into the Marines and we’d lost touch. He was eager to meet up again, but it was too soon for me emotionally to want to meet up with anyone. Besides, I was still technically married and living under the same roof as my ex. Too many complications for me to indulge in something new, but he was very persistent and didn’t seem to respect my need for space at that time in my life (red flag #1).

I blew him off until a few months later when I saw an article I thought he’d enjoy and messaged it to him. He’d deleted me as his Facebook friend! (Red flag #2.) He thanked me for the article and began asking me out again. I was hesitant, but for whatever reason, there was something about him that I was attracted to. I think there was sexual chemistry even over the internet. By that point, I was ready to “meet for a drink” at a local pub. He looked great (we’re the same age) and the chemistry in person was definitely there.

We decided to go back to his place. When he opened the door, I was taken aback by the odor of stinky dog. He had two dogs he kept caged up (red flag #3) and apparently didn’t spend much time training them. Still, the sexual chemistry was so intense, and that was my reason for being there.

After only a few drinks, he grabbed me and kissed me very passionately. I could feel myself melt and my panties getting soaked. We moved from his patio to inside his house, basically ripping each other’s clothes off and strewing them about the floor. It had been about 20 years, but I remembered now why was attracted to him – he had a huge cock and knew how to use it. We ended up in his guest bedroom fucking so hard the king-sized mattress ended up halfway off the bed, my head almost hitting the floor as he pounded me. He kept mentioning how wet I was and realized the mattress was soaked. I don’t think I’d ever been that wet during a sexual encounter in my entire life.

Mind you, I hadn’t had very much sex during my relationship and had only hooked up a couple of times since separating (nothing too memorable at that point, which is why I’m calling him my first fuck). It was the BEST sex I’d had in years. Even thinking about it now gets me hot and bothered.

But there were other things about this Marine that had red flags written all over. I ended up nicknaming him Psycho Marine to my friends. I will write more about him later…

Friday FAQs – Most Frequently Asked Questions

Sheer facts
Sheer facts

Ever since I started camming, I noticed many of the same questions frequently being asked. I figured it’s time to put some of these questions to rest, because I tend to get bored repeating myself. So here’s a little more about me:

What size are you?

Does size matter? 😉 5’4”, about 115 pounds. Size 5 in shorts/pants/dresses and panties… or small/medium depending on the make. Size 8 shoe. 32DDD or 34DD bra.

How old are you?

Let’s just leave it at this – I’m over 30. Around 40-ish.

What are your favorite things to wear?

I would say #1 would be my birthday suit. 😉 I like really soft clothing, anything silky or soft cotton against my body. When I go out, I like wearing sexy dresses and high heels.

Do you like younger men?

Of course! I don’t call myself a cougar for nothing. Most of the men I date are 5-15 years younger.

What’s the youngest you’ve been with?

You’ll find that info on this post: What’s the Youngest You’ve Been With?

Do you like women?

You can find that answer on this post: I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It.

What are your turn-ons?

Physically, I really like nice eyes and smiles. Nice butts – because I like to have something to grab onto while I’m fucking. Cleanliness – clean fingernails is a must, because if you’re planning to put your fingers somewhere, you’re damn right they’re going to be spotless. Chemistry has a lot to do with being turned on, so that’s an obvious one. Scent is VERY important to me, so good oral hygiene is a must. Some colognes turn me into a wild beast while others make me want to vomit. In the bedroom, someone that knows what they are doing, allows me to be aggressive and returns the favor.

Mentally, I find that someone that can hold a conversation, is well-spoken, thoughtful, empathetic, well-mannered, confident, has many interests, and can stimulate my mind is a huge turn-on. Intelligent, but not boring. Down-to-earth, trustworthy, respectful, humorous, communicative.

What are your turn-offs?

Arrogance. Jealousy. Insecurity. Rudeness. Bigotry. Racism. Selfishness. Bad breath or body odor. Anyone trying to dominate me or tell me how I should feel or act. Fakes. Big babies. Anyone that doesn’t appreciate me or my need for space. Neediness.

Favorite position?

Like a lot of women, I like it on top. It’s easier for us to control the depth of the penetration and the motion of the ocean. 😉

Do you like anal?

I’ve never tried it, but I’m pretty certain a dick isn’t going to fit in there without doing some damage. A fingertip is good in the heat of the moment. Other than that, it’s not my thing.

Do you have another job?

Yes. It’s a high security job, so I can’t give out anymore info. So I will just leave it at that.

Are you single? Do you have kids?

Yes, I’m single and loving it. Yes, I have kids, but I’m not going to discuss that here.

Do you work out?

I hate gyms and group settings, so I work out at home doing yoga or dancing. I’m also very involved in outdoor activities, such as biking.

Where do you live?

For obvious reasons, I’m not going to announce that. But I will just say I live in the United States.

 

 

 

College Ex-Boyfriend – To Hook Up or Not?

Nip Slip
Nip Slip

I’d had something of his that belonged to my College Boyfriend as a child, and I’d kept it the entire time. Cleaning out some things, I decided to look him up, and eventually, I found him on Facebook. It was interesting to catch up, and I was surprised at the fact that he was married and how many kids he had, considering he was such a free-spirited, anti-kid type of guy when I dated him.

College BF and I communicated via Facebook and eventually through Kik. He was coming to my area and wanted to meet up. I knew he was married, but I didn’t think twice that anything would happen between us. I was beyond that and honestly was looking at him like an old friend. Besides, he’d changed physically, and I was no longer attracted to him; my tastes have changed. I invited him to my place, we had some drinks and caught up from the last 15 years of our lives.

When we dated, he was not a very sexual person compared to me. Our sex life was vanilla in comparison to what I’m used to having now. I was always the one to make the first move, even from the very first time we hooked up in college. I had no intention of making any moves with him during this visit, and he didn’t try anything either, although I would never have expected him to.

When he left, he sent me a text asking if I had expected to take things further with him. I told him that I had not. I was a bit put off by him asking me, because I felt zero chemistry with him during our visit, even after having had several drinks. And it surprised me that he “might” be a cheater. Boy, am I glad we didn’t end up together! Eventually, I deleted my Kik account, and we stopped communicating via Facebook. It’s been about two years since then, and I haven’t heard from him again.

I believe he was seeking an affair, but I am not about that. I do not want to be the “other woman”. After having guiltily done that once, I would never do it again. More to come about that later…

Days as a Foot Fetish Model

Foot fetish, anyone?
Foot fetish, anyone?

About 12 or so years ago, I was selling all sorts of things on eBay. A good friend informed me that women were also selling their worn panties and “smelly” shoes to men with foot fetishes. I was a little taken aback about the used panties, because I didn’t find that it was sanitary (once I learned of the money involved, I changed my mind). As for the smelly shoes, I didn’t understand it, but I didn’t find any issues with it. It turned out to be a profitable concept – until ebay kicked off sellers for showing our feet “incorrectly” according to their strict photo guidelines. God forbid a braless foot is hanging out of a shoe and winking at you.

Someone came up with a great idea for a site like eBay but for adult items. Ebanned was it. (I had a ton of great feedback; my screen name at the time was SexyJulie with only one X. I deleted my account once I got into a serious relationship.) It didn’t take long to get into the foot fetish business, and I still didn’t understand it until someone explained the history of it. This is information I have yet to find online.

The fetish guy said that the soles of the feet release pheromones, and back in the caveman days, men would smell the ground to sniff out a woman. This is why highly scented (or “stinky”) shoes are hot commodities for those with foot fetishes. Then of course, there’s the visual aspect of feet – toe alignment, wrinkly soles, nice pedicure – all contribute to foot attraction.

However, I’d never thought I’d be a candidate for pretty feet. It wasn’t until I met someone that told me I had perfectly aligned toes and “cute feet”. That was completely opposite of what I thought I had – and I had always tried hiding my toes because of it, and this is why: When I was in high school, a boy that I’d had a huge crush on for several years made fun of my feet, saying I had short, stubby toes like an elephant and they looked like I kicked in a wall. Wow, yes, he was that mean. I became super self-conscious of my feet after that. I had also been made fun of for having such wrinkly soles, but for foot fetish men, this is a huge plus. So fuck what anyone else thinks, because now I can make cash from my stubby toes and wrinkled soles. 😉

I had plenty of shoes to sell and did quite well when I began. I learned that good photos are key to selling anything, and before long, I had an entire collection of foot photos that I also eventually ended up selling. I had some strange requests, like squishing strawberries between my toes and even sucking my own toes, but I drew the line when someone asked me to step in dog shit with my bare feet.

At some point, I moved to a large city where monthly foot fetish parties were held. There, I met men that would pay me to “model” my feet to them in person, which usually meant them rubbing my feet and sucking my toes. A few wanted “foot jobs”, which is like a hand job but with feet. For me, it was easy work and a way to network safely, because other women could verify whether or not someone was safe to work with alone.

Now that I am back to my old self and single again, I’m getting back into the foot fetish business, setting up some photo shoots, and trying to figure out which of my smelly or worn shoes I want to sell. More to post about this later…

Getting Naked at the Beach

At the nude beach
At the nude beach

I posted a few weeks ago – I like being nude, but I lied. I LOVE being nude – and being nude outdoors even more so. As much as possible, I try to visit nude beaches. It’s a sense of freedom that I haven’t felt anywhere else. Not to mention being able to skinny dip under the sky and open earth (as opposed to behind a fence in the privacy of a backyard) is something that is so liberating, I can’t really explain it. It’s something that truly must be experienced if you haven’t done it already.

Typically, I travel alone. Once in a while I’ll meet up with friends if I know they’re also going to be there. Generally, I like my space and my privacy at the beach; I’m there to relax, enjoy the atmosphere, read and write. It’s my quiet time with nature. Most people are respectful of space and privacy, but not always. One creepy guy tried to pay me a compliment recently by asking me a question, but he came waaayyy too close for my taste while pointing at something. I had the feeling he was just trying to be a perv. (Instinct is always right!) I was reading a book, making no eye contact and minding my own business when he decided it was okay to make an excuse to ask me a question (that’s usually what creepy guys do). I put my book in front of my breasts so he would get the idea I’m not there to be picked up or gawked at. He came even closer to talk to me and I quickly brushed him away. I don’t care if I’m nude or dressed from head to toe – when I need/want my space and privacy – I don’t need someone to take that away from me.

Of course, being alone at a nude beach means you’re a target to get hit on. So far in my experience, it’s been much older men at these places… ones that may be old enough to be my father. (If you’ve been following my blog, you’ll know that I’m just not into that. 😉 ) A few weeks ago, a nice looking guy about my age didn’t know it was a nude beach, so he asked me some questions. I didn’t mind answering him – he kept a safe distance from me, which told me he respected my space. Another guy that I ended up befriending had done something similar. I don’t care what beach you’re at (clothing optional or not), when a man approaches you at the beach, more than likely he is trying to hit on you. Otherwise, if they really had a question, they could ask the guy sitting 20 yards away, right?

With that being said, I recently started looking into nude resorts. Although I’d love to experience those as well, they’re quite pricey. It seems that most require memberships, which at the moment are well out of my price range. That doesn’t even include overnight fees. A few will over a “free pass” for single women, so I may have to take up an offer and try it out for myself. I’m a pretty independent person and find that I tend to meet many more people when I’m alone, so I’m unsure if I’d want to take someone else along or experience this type of thing on my own. I’d love to hear some nude resort stories, tips, suggestions, etc. from any of my readers.

 

 

Cub #2 – The Med Student

Sending a selfie to a cub
Sending a selfie to a cub

After I’d stopped seeing Blue Eyes, I was out dancing with my friends one night and bumped into a really cute dark haired, tanned and toned-bodied guy with beautiful blue-green eyes that appeared to be in his late 20s or so. It turned out he was going to school with the intentions of becoming a doctor, which was a plus, because I am highly attracted to intelligent men. We exchanged numbers and began a texting relationship for a few weeks. As it turns out, he was only 23. Yikes! He stated he had no problem with older women.

I wasn’t a big texter at the time, so it was a little annoying for me to have an entire conversation that didn’t consist of actually speaking. We sent some photos back and forth to each other (innocent) at first and then came the dick pics. It was difficult to tell by the angles if it was an accurate depiction of his manhood. I’m a very detail-oriented person, so I notice EVERYTHING, and I could tell he was a nail biter. Yuck.

Med Student begged me to come to his place a few times, but I was hesitant. Finally, we agreed to meet somewhere and hang out for a little bit before I gave in. He was renting a really nice house in an area I couldn’t have afforded on my own. He had a roommate that was sleeping when we arrived, which I was glad, because I hate those awkward situations when it’s only a hookup. His bedroom was a frigging mess with clothing strewn all over the place, bed unmade, poor lighting, bare walls. I had to remind myself of his age, because when I was his age, guys then lived in about the same circumstances.

We’d both been drinking, which took the edge off, but in no time we started kissing, and I was impressed. I absolutely LOVE kissing, and I find it a HUGE turn-on. His lips were nicely shaped, soft, and inviting, so it didn’t take long for us both to get hot and horny. He just about tore my dress off to get to me. I was surprised not only at how well-endowed he was but at his bedroom moves. I went down on him, sucking the head of his dick like a Tootsie Pop, teasing him just enough to make him want to enter me. I was soaking wet and ready to roll. He thrust himself inside of me, fitting perfectly, sliding in and out, my clit rubbing against his shaft just right. We flipped over, me sitting up and riding him, scooting back and forth for more clitoral stimulation. I could tell he was probably close to coming, as was I, so I stuck my tits in his face, brought my legs together and squeezed my pelvic muscles tighter. I always like to kiss while I’m fucking, because it makes me cum harder and faster, so I grabbed his bottom lip with my teeth and locked lips. Within seconds, we both came at the same time. (I always think that’s hot!)

I spent the night, and in the morning we had a quickie before he had to drop me back to my car. It wasn’t the last time I’d be seeing Med Student. 😉

Friday FAQs – How Old Are You? What’s the Youngest You’ve Been With?

Hot and sweaty!
Hot and sweaty!

These are two questions I am asked quite frequently, so here it is…

I will begin with the latter, because it’s such a fun and hot-ass story to recall. A few years ago while I was going thru my breakup b.s., I was going out a lot. (Basically, sowing my wild oats, so to speak.) Once I realized that younger men were attracted to me, all I wanted were younger men and had no interest in any my own age at the time. Of course, going out frequently means you’re going to run into a lot of 20-somethings, since that’s usually what is single and also sowing their wild oats.

Anyway, some of my other single girlfriends were also going through the same ordeal as me, so we decided to take a trip to Florida to get the hell away from our problems for a week. One night we decided to watch a band, and even though I “thought” I had gotten over band guys while in my 20s, this one was amazingly talented, cute, and happened to flirt with me. Guitar Guy and I talked a few times, were both fully attracted to each other and learned we were both Leo’s (and we knew what that meant). He had blue eyes and an amazingly hard physique that I wasn’t used to having in front of me. So we decided to take a ride in his SUV once his band packed up for the night, and before we even left the parking space, we couldn’t stop making out in the front seat. It was getting late, and the area was well lit with cops circling everywhere, and we knew we had to leave. However, we couldn’t go back to either of our places, because we both were staying a distance and had early morning plans. Instead, we parked on a dirt road near some houses by the beach. Neither of us knew where we were.

It started out in the front seat with some hot-ass passionate kisses… the type that makes you want to keep going, keep tasting them and feeling their soul and becoming one…. Guitar Guy had shoulder-length hair that made me hotter when I ran my hands through and pulling it, pulling him closer to me, biting his lip and tasting the salt on his neck. I wanted him inside me now. (His dick was much bigger than I’d suspected, so it was no disappointment at all; in fact, quite a nice hard surprise. 😉 )

Guitar Guy suggested moving to the backseat, which had more space but papers and crap all over the back. Neither of us cared at that point anyway. But the pause made us both started asking each other questions in no particular order…. Are you safe? Yes. Do you have a condom? No, do you? No. (More conversation about that went by.) By then we were both naked and still all over each other and didn’t want to stop. Can you get pregnant? No. How old are you? 21. Ohmygod, he’s a baby! How old are you? Old enough to… nevermind!

But that didn’t stop us at all, because I was straddled on top of him, windows up, motor off as to not attract any passersby or cops. The windows were steamed up so much we couldn’t see out of them. It was a HOT summer night on top of it. I rode him up and down, both of us sweating so much we were sliding all over each other. I came so hard my entire body was pulsating. He started to cum, pulled out, and we both were drenched in all of our bodily fluids, even in our hair. It was one of the most amazing, memorable sexual experiences I’ve had in my life. I would totally do it again, of course!

As of the first question, the only answer I will give about my age is this – I am over 30 and 40-ish. No need to give away all my secrets, right?

😉

My First Webcam Experience

To Show or Not to Show?
To Show or Not to Show?

Never in my life would I have thought that I’d try to be a webcam model. I’m a very private person and wouldn’t want to be “found out” by anyone that shouldn’t know what I’m doing. (That’s why you don’t see photos of my face anywhere.)

A few weeks ago an old friend said to me I should try it, that I’d probably make good money. I told him I wouldn’t even know where to begin, because I know nothing about it. Coincidentally, about a week later I met someone that recruits women for it, but he proved to be unreliable. A few days later, I met yet another person whose ex-girlfriend was a cam model. So here I am thinking this is certainly a sign that I should take a serious look into this. He informed me of a site that features women only, and I signed up. It took a few days to be approved (you have to show proof of age, etc.), then I created my profile and tried to figure out how the site works.

I viewed some other webcam models’ pages to see what they were doing to get an idea of what I was getting myself into. Most of them seemed to be young girls, probably college age. How was I going to compete with that, I thought. I did a search for “cougar” to see if anyone my own age came up, and there were less than a handful online. Perfect! This is how I’m going to market myself, because there are plenty of men that prefer women my age. Some of the younger models seemed to be giving it all away for free, so I’m not sure how they make any money doing this. Others sat there talking to people in chat. One woman looked absolutely miserable and just sat there looking like she was ready to cry; I felt sorry for her and wondered wtf she was doing on there to begin with.

Monday afternoon was my first cam show. I spent several hours off and on throughout the day learning how to work the site. I wore a white top with lace on the bottom that was a bit see-through if you looked hard enough. It was long enough to cover my ass, so I could easily lift it to reveal one of my favorite silky black thongs. Apparently, when you first start broadcasting, the site shows you as a new model, so people can easily find anyone on there. My “room” filled quickly with voyeurs and chatters. I had NO idea what I was doing. Some people were very helpful and advising me what not to do. Of course, there were the typical assholes that wanted to see everything for free and others saying some pretty weird shit. I had several pop-up windows with private messages that I didn’t know I shouldn’t answer (it takes attention off of the room chat – and then you lose those people who may be the tippers). You can also view the men if they have a webcam turned on, so some were asking me to watch them on cam while they jerked off, another one wanting me to watch him stick something up his hairy asshole. It was definitely a learning experience.

I made some tips in regular chat, then had the opportunity for “group chat” in which at least 3 members have to agree to go to a group to see a semi-private show. I had one awesome tipper. Within about an hour and a half or so I made $100. That was incentive enough to want to go on again, which I did later that evening. I had a “private show” (one person) that allowed me to go beyond my goal for the day. He was also a very helpful member in showing me the ropes of the site. Some of my friends logged on to let me know I was doing a great job and offered some supportive tips. My night ended successfully, and I beat my original goal.

On Tuesday, I set my goal to be the same as Monday. But it seemed MUCH slower than Monday. (I’ve always hated Tuesdays anyway!) I had to really work at it to make about half of what I had made previously for a lot more hours. I had one young guy that was into older women tipping me to do stripteases to some hair band music. That was actually fun, but a little exhausting. Then I did two group shows. The tips were nowhere near what they were on Monday – and this time I was wearing a black bra and panty set, so less than the day before. Hmmm…???

The next day, I was so sore from dancing and moving in ways my body wasn’t used to. It was difficult to get up from the couch! I spent the day running around gathering new outfits so that I could do some camming in the evening and make up for Tuesday’s unfinished goal. I dressed in a black thong (I have several),  a revealing black cover-up top that opened in the front and black stiletto fuck-me boots. logged on and waited a little bit, but no one was coming to my room. Maybe it’s too early, I thought. Maybe it’s a bad day of the week? I waited. And waited. Seriously, wtf is going on? It was nothing like the previous two days. Where the hell was everyone? Monday was definitely the best and most lucrative. How odd is that!

Well… then one of my new friends informed that I was no longer showing up as a “new model.” Huh?? I’m on day 3 and I’m no longer new? What’s going on? I emailed support, and surprisingly, I got an immediate reply. Models are only “new” during their first ten hours of broadcasting. What!!! I’d spent about half of those trying to figure out how the site works. As you can imagine, I was extremely disappointed. How are people going to find me now? I have a few friends that could only find me because I’d told them my screen name. Now what? I have goals to pay off some hefty medical bills… so how am I going to do it if no one can find me? Any suggestions?

I Kissed a Girl and I Liked It…

I had to take a shower to cool off
I had to take a shower to cool off

I kissed a girl once when I was in college, but I wasn’t really into her or that attracted to her. I did it because the opportunity was there and I had known her for some time. The next time I kissed a girl was when I was vacationing in Florida. Now this time, I liked it. She was hot. I thought maybe this would be my first experience of doing something more with a woman, but I guess she liked men better because she left with one.

I’ve had a few different experiences with women. One happened to be during a very unplanned (drunk) threesome a couple of years ago. We had similar bodies and went down on each other. It was my first time going down on a woman. I enjoyed the entire experience except the ending (I’ll write about that later).

I love kissing, whether it’s with a man or a woman. The last woman I kissed is a full-blown women-only lesbian. I’ve wanted to see her again and do more, but we live a distance. Maybe someday.

My First Cunnilingus Orgasm

I love a good pussy eater
I love a good pussy eater

It wasn’t until I was about 30 years old when someone satisfied me through oral sex. That seems like a really long time to wait, but I know of women that have never cum during oral. Most women I speak to about this topic agree that most men do not know what they’re doing. How sad!

I was parked on the side of a dirt road in of the back of an SUV with a really hot guy that knew what he was doing. We had known each other for a while but never acted on our sexual tension. He wasn’t interested much in fucking; he wanted to go down on me and please me. I had never in my life known that anyone going down on me could feel so fucking great! He was sucking on my clit, my labia, and fingering me at the same time. He wasn’t gentle, and I didn’t need him to be. I don’t remember how many times he made me cum, but I know I didn’t want him to stop. I think the only reason we stopped was because another car was heading our way.

We never hooked up again after that, probably because our work schedules were opposite. But I will never forget that he was my first going down orgasm.

My First Cub

Waiting for my Cub
Waiting for my Cub

Most men cannot keep up with me, especially older men or even men my own age. Perhaps it’s just the area in which I live that the selection is poor. When I discovered younger men were attracted to me around my 40th birthday, I started exclusively dating younger men. I did not seek them; they came to me.

My first cub was a cute 30-year-old ex-military guy graduating from college that I’d met at a club while I was going through my breakup. He had beautiful blue eyes and had a model look about him, but he wasn’t very much taller than me. (I’ll just call him Blue Eyes.) Surprisingly, Blue Eyes had a huge dick, so I stuck with him for a while. I’d never been with anyone so much younger than I. We had a lot of fun that mostly involved drinking copious amounts of alcohol in a darkened living room and lots of making out and fucking. It wasn’t a lifestyle I wasn’t used to. As time went on, I grew bored of the excessive drinking in the dark on beautiful days. It just wasn’t for me.

Blue Eyes ended up moving to another state but we do keep in touch, as he sometimes gets sent back near my area for work. We hooked up about six months ago when he was in town – this time it was wintery weather, but we still did his routine of drinking and fucking in a darkened hotel room. It was really hard for me to get into, and things felt different than before. Sex was not the same as I’d remembered. I can’t pinpoint exactly what it was, but the sex wasn’t as exciting. A few years had already passed since our initial meeting, and I was in a much different frame of mind from when I’d first met him. I mean – he didn’t even cuddle with me afterwards, which is always part of the benefit of an old friend, right? I had driven about an hour to see him, but felt a little disappointed when it was all said and done.

There were a few things about him that turned me off, but I’ll save that for some other time.

 

All Day I Dream About Sex

Dreaming About Sex
Dreaming About Sex

Remember the old ADIDAS acronym in school? All day I dream about sex. Seriously. I never used to be that way. Perhaps that was because I was so busy working my butt off that I was too exhausted to think about it. I think about sex all the time, probably because I don’t get it nearly enough as I’d like and my hours have been cut to part-time. Now I have time on my hands to not only think about sex but to feel horny as fuck most of the time – even at work.

It seems that when I do actually have sex, it’s like a floodgate opening, and I just crave it more and more. The best way to describe it is I feel like I have a fire inside that needs attention. It’s almost a burning hot horny sensation like nothing I’ve ever felt. If someone simply touched me, it would make me cum. That’s how hot and sensitive I have become since becoming a cougar – just a deep burning passion that cannot be explained in words.

How I Became a Cougar

How I Became a Cougar
How I Became a Cougar

I had no idea I was a cougar until I’d turned 40 and ended a 10-year relationship. It was a difficult time of life with many stressful changes. I went out just to socialize with no intention of “hooking up”. For the first time in years, men were suddenly hitting on me. It was flattering after having not received that type of attention for a while, especially from much younger men. But at the same time, I was telling myself that they were just being nice and weren’t actually trying to pick me up. But I was wrong. Younger men were hitting on me constantly, and I was loving it.

More later…

A couple of my favorite toys…

Bunny Love!
Bunny Love!

I go thru sex toys frequently, like every 6 months or so, depending on their quality. I’ve tried several different types over the years and have found that anything that’s not coated with something rubbery is usually too hard. I like my toys to feel as natural as possible, like a real dick.

The purple rabbit you see here is one of my favorites. I’ve had it for a while, and… well, it’s broken. No more vibrating. Didn’t last long at all – maybe a few months. BUT – using it in combination with another toy does wonders! All I need is some clitoral stimulation and the insertion of the head of the purple phallus, and I can cum pretty quickly.

I have more toys I will talk about later, but so far these do the job pretty well. 😉

 

I Love Giving Head

Yummy!
Yummy!

When I am hot and heated, I love giving head. I don’t know what it is (maybe being closer to pheromones down below?), but it really turns me on. Just like with having intercourse, the size of the dick is what is giving me the pleasure in my mouth. But a different type of pleasure – I think it takes care of my oral fixation.

Too big hurts my jaw, while too small is like sucking on a hot dog. So something in between like a nice six-incher with girth works for me. I love the types of heads with the fat mushroom on top – my favorite part to suck.

I used to find giving head a chore. Maybe I’ll write about that some other time.

Forgotten Hookups

Sexting my legs
Sexting my legs

What a weird weekend! Maybe it’s the full moon or something – but I heard from several different guys I hadn’t heard from in a LONG time. My phone was dinging with text messages with both potential and old hookups, but I simply wasn’t interested in any of them.

One was from a 20-something guy I’d met a few years ago after a night of drinking. I’ll just refer to him as Mr. Bush, because I had to tell him to trim that shit up. We stayed in touch for quite some time, but I hadn’t heard from him since last summer. Never bothered to say hello, how are you, kiss my ass, nothing… but proceeded to send me a random text wanting to hook up – as if I’ve spent the last year of my life waiting for him (**chuckles**). Of course, by now his number is no longer in my phone, so I’m like who’s this? Not only does he tell me, but he also includes – get this – a mostly limp dick pic and his unshaved bush. I happened to be out with my friends, so I shared the pic with them for some great laughs and wtf faces. I told Mr. Bush I wasn’t available, he begged and begged, and I ignored him. Then he actually called me (gasp!), and I could tell he’d been drinking, which is probably the only reason I was hearing from him. I not-so-politely told him to go fuck himself and haven’t heard from him since.

A 30-something guy that I’d met on Tinder two years ago also sent me a text wanting to sext. I will refer to him as Banana Dick, because his dick was long and curved like a banana. Again, I had no idea who it was, because I do not keep numbers for long. Who’s this?

Him: “####, we met on tinder and fucked twice”.

Seriously, this was a few years ago, and I’ve had my fair share of forgotten hookups since. Once I established who he was, I reminded him we only fucked once (he was too controlling and into himself for me to want to do it again). He said we fucked twice the same night. Semantics. He was passing thru my city, thought of me, and got horny. Flattering. He wanted me to send him pics, so I just sent him a pic of my legs. He wanted more, and I wasn’t falling for it. Told me how horny he was thinking about me. Then he BEGGED me to call him so he could hear my voice, because it would make him get off faster. I’m sitting there thinking WTF?!! Where do these guys get off thinking I’m just here and available without any life whatsoever waiting on them for years? Fucking narcissists. I made the excuse that I had to charge my phone. He was so desperate, it made me giggle that I had control of this little bitch.

Another forgotten hookup wasn’t actually forgotten completely. I’d seen him on a dating site a few years ago and discovered he’d never left it. He contacted me begging to hang out again, and then I remembered why I wasn’t interested. Although he had beautiful mesmerizing eyes, his breath was terrible and the sex wasn’t enough to die for. Plus, he lives with his mom. Three strikes. No thanks.