This story happened 10 years ago, when I was dating casually, exploring a wide range of sexual experiences.
Her personal ad was straightforward: Big Beautiful Goddess looking for oral worship. I answered without hesitation. After a few messages we exchanged phone numbers. She allowed me to call her.
The first phone conversation is the crucial transition from online to real life. Conversation provides the opportunity to decide whether there is chemistry between strangers. Her voice was cheerful. She had a sense of humor. A mixture of curiosity, excitement and just the right small dose of nervousness made us decide to spontaneously meet the same evening. Continue reading
It was a drizzly Sunday morning and I finally had the house to myself.
Niki’s stunning green eyes were glued to the hallway mirror as she applied her rich red lipstick. I cleared my throat.
“What time are you back, my queen?” I asked with a high-pitch stammer.
She circled the small tube around her mouth before pursing her lips, and I wondered whether she’d even heard me. Twisting the lipstick closed, she popped it into her handbag.
“No idea,” she responded without turning her head, and retrieved a mascara from the handbag.
Her dress was the deepest purple and hugged her voluptuous figure. Her wide, round behind looked irresistible under the expensive fabric, and I pictured myself sliding my hands around the curves of her waist and kissing her neck.
“Are you eating out for lunch?” I squeaked, cowering behind the frame of the living-room door.
She made her way in my direction and my heart jumped as I dared to hope for a goodbye kiss. Instead she snatched the keys to her pink SUV from the end-table next to me and walked on by.
“I love you, my queen!” I cried, but the door had already slammed shut behind her.
I teetered on the edge of the sofa and switched on the TV. The roar of Niki’s SUV resonated throughout our peaceful suburban street, and with one eye I followed her as she backed out of the driveway. My heart was pounding. The moment her rear bumper was out of view, I leaped up and rushed upstairs to our bedroom.
Harsh sunlight burned in through the windows. I crept over to the curtains and drew them shut, enveloping myself in thick darkness. My pulse cracked in my temple. After taking a deep breath, I made my way over to Niki’s walk-in closet. I nudged the door open and felt along the wall for the switch. The room exploded with light and I slipped inside.
Designer dresses hung proudly along both sides while endless pairs of shoes, still housed in their boxes, waited bored on shelves. With my ears pricked, I tiptoed toward a brown woven basket at the far end and peered inside. Continue reading
If I’ve learned one thing, just one thing, in life it’s be kind to people when you’re on your way up because you never know if you might meet them again when you’re on your way back down! It’s a philosophy that has always stayed with me and I’ve applied in whatever walk of life or job I have been in and it has served me very well. Not for nothing am I known by many who I have met on life’s journey as ‘Friendly Wendy’. Indeed a lot of them will also remember me affectionately as ‘Bendy Wendy’. Call me what you will, I’ve had a lot of fun and intend to keep doing so for as long as I am able
I’m retired now after having had a fulfilling career in education. I’m told that I don’t look my age but then again it’s very rude to be asking a lady her age so suffice to say that I am not going to see 50 again. Whether the reason for my apparent youthful looks is that since my teenage years I have been a devotee to sex is a moot point but I like to think that my being in a constant state of arousal and my need for gratification in one way or another may have something to do with it. I’m not sure if others regard me as a prowling cougar but I guess that might be a fair description. Continue reading