MfM - Thunder

Was I nervous? Yes. Was I afraid I'd mess something up? Hell yes. Did I dive right in (no pun intended)? You bet your ass I did. There's no way to know if you can do something or if you're good at something without just jumping right in and trying it.

She encouraged me as I hesitantly ran my tongue up the length of her slit. She tasted so incredibly sweet, her skin and her clit felt so electric against my tongue. I explored her folds, probed her dark spaces, reveled in the slight bucks of her hips as I hit the right spots. As the twitches and moans became more consistent, I knew I was heading in the right direction. As her legs clamped around my head and her moans became thunder in my ears, her hips bucking her pussy harder against my mouth, I knew that I had it. I attacked her pussy with even more fervor, sucking hungrily on her pulsating clit, introducing my fingers to her G-spot, causing the thunder to crash louder and louder around my head. One final, bed-shaking boom exploded in my ears, her thighs squeezed my head, her juices flowed out of her and coated my mouth and my face, and then all was quiet, all was still.

MfM - Sunlight

Today was the first truly warm day of the summer and I was so grateful for it. You know how well that these nearly-constant thunderstorms for the past two weeks have really taken their toll on my psyche and, in turn, on our relationship. Today, as the clouds broke unexpectedly, a day that I just happened to be free from maternal responsibilities, it seemed like the perfect day to lay out on the balcony with a good book and to soak up the renewing rays.
I got a few chapters into my book before my mind started wandering. It seems like it has been so long since I felt your touch, heard your moans and whispers in my ear, experienced the ecstasy that always came along with our love-making. I started to think back to the last time we were together, before my moodiness took over everything. It had been so sensual, so loving, so... perfect.
My book fell to the side as my hands started wandering. I pulled my bikini top off and imagined that the warmth of the sun was the warmth of your body pressed to mine. I imagined that the leaves rustling in the trees were your whispers in my ear, urging me on. My fingers slipped beneath my bikini bottoms and started to explore and I felt just how wet thinking of you had made me. My fingers found my sweet spot and I imagined it was your tongue, lovingly caressing me to the most intense orgasm I'd ever had on my own.
Come home, baby. My sunlight is back.

MfM - Balance

Finding the balance is tough. It's been over a year and I still haven't quite got it: the balance between mom and woman, between responsibilities and fun. My kids are my life, there is no doubt about that. But I couldn't live without embracing my womanhood, either, letting my sexuality and sensuality shine. Being a mom is a huge part of my life, but it does not define me. I was my own person before I had kids, I continue to be my own person now. I want to be riding a cock just as much as I want to be riding a merry-go-round. I love tasting a new pussy just as much as I love tasting a new flavor of ice cream. I'm as passionate about trying new positions as I am seeing my kids learn new things. Without my after-hours, carefree, "come and take me" sex-kitten side, I could not be a good mom to my boys. So both sides of my dual personality need to be represented, need to have their own time in my life. It's just a matter of finding the right balance. I am Mom, but I am also Woman. Hear me moan. ;)

MfM - Tits

As I wheeled my cart up to the checkout counter and started unloading, I noticed the checkout boy eyeing me, especially my generous cleavage, appreciatively. I looked him in the eyes and he smiled, an unabashed look that said, "Mmm, I want those." Always in the mood to flirt and play, I smiled back and licked my lips, then bent over more than necessary to retrieve the remaining items in my cart.
The boy looked young, somewhere between 18 and 20, but he was cute. Touseled dirty blonde hair, green eyes, nice but pervy smile, nice physique. I had always wanted a boy toy and I wondered if this one, who so obviously ogled my tits as I leaned on the counter and pressed them up towards his gaze, would be it. I waited until he was done scanning my purchases and I was sliding my credit card before I decided to be daring.
"Do you like what you see, boy?" I asked, after looking around to make sure there were no other shoppers or employees within earshot.
Such a confident little shit, with no hesitation he nodded and replied, "Those are the best fucking tits I've seen today."
"My, my," I teased, "such language from such a young man."
"I'm not that young," he said, oozing ego. "I'm nineteen. And I'm experienced."
I chuckled. "Oh, are you now? The word 'experienced' means so little when you're only nineteen."
"I could show you just how experienced I am," he said eagerly.
I put on a show of eyeing him over, sizing him up. "Hmmm... yes, maybe you could. I tell you what," I cooed as I moved closer to him and lowered my voice, "why don't you give me a call when your shift is over and maybe I'll let you come over and put that sweet, young face in these tits."
I handed him my business card and the poor thing got so excited I thought he was going to cum right then and there. "You won't regret it," he promised as he handed me my receipt.
"No, love, I'm sure I won't."
I walked away, shaking my ass a bit for his benefit, thinking of how fun breaking this young boy's spirit would be. "Tits," I giggled to myself, "you've done it again."

Babysitter Part 1 (MfM - Suction)

As I returned home from my date, I didn’t think the night could have gone any better. A first date is always nerve-wracking for me, as cool as I may play things, but it went really well, we got along great, and even though he gave me a very intense kiss when he dropped me off at home, I was a good girl and didn’t invite him up. Didn’t want to be *too* forward on the first date, you know. ;)
Now as I climbed the stairs to my apartment, all I could think of was paying the babysitter, sending her home, and climbing into bed with a toy or two to take care of the throbbing in my clit. His kiss really *was* that electrifying. As I climbed the last step, my shoe slipped off so I steadied myself against my front door frame to put it back on. With my head bent over close to the door, I could hear some sort of commotion coming from inside my apartment, it sounded like someone being slapped.
I was startled and frightened at first and I quickly stuck the key into the lock but paused as I realized I could pick out the sound of soft moaning and the soundtrack to my favorite porn DVD amongst the slapping sounds. “The little bitch found my collection,” I thought to myself with a smirk. I slowly and quietly turned the key in the lock and then the doorknob, anticipating the classic look or horror and embarrassment I would see on her face when she found she had been caught.
With the doorknob fully turned, I pushed the door open just a crack. My front door opens into my living room and my tv is on the wall opposite the door. Sure enough, on the screen was the best scene of my favorite DVD, a smoking hot Latina getting stuffed from both ends by 2 well-endowed studs. And there, right in front of the tv, was the cute, innocent-looking babysitter, fucking herself with my large suction cup dildo, which was suctioned firmly to a dining room chair.
I watched her pert little breasts bounce up and down as she rode the cock and felt myself getting wet as I heard soft moans escape her lips. With a big smile on my face, I pushed the door all the way open, stepped in, and closed the door with a bit of force behind me. She jumped a bit at the sound of the door and whipped her head around to see me, but instead of the wide eyes and quick blush that I expected to see, her eyes stared at me steadily and she licked her lips, catching me deliciously off guard…

MfM - Better Late Than Never

This week's topic was Growth. This year has been full of personal growth, so I went with that. It's not much of a sexy story, but I hope you enjoy nonetheless.



It’s hard to believe that it’s been almost a year since I met you. My first experience in dating after my separation, and look how well it turned out. When I left him, I was broken down, a shadow of my former self. The years of his bullshit had basically pushed any self-confidence I had out the window. After leaving him, I didn’t expect to start dating so soon, let alone find someone I clicked so well with. But you were the first and I know that you were sent to me not only to help me return to who I was before him, but also to help me grow into something so much more. You opened my eyes to so many things: what a real man is like, how comfortable two people can be with each other, how my wants and needs can come first, how I can give myself completely to someone else again. It’s been a year of giving into my desires, of learning new things about myself, of finding pleasure out of giving pleasure, of mind-blowing sex, of new kinks, of long hours of talking and holding one another. Things with us aren’t ideal for me, I want so much more of you than I have, but I am a new woman because of you, and I am eternally grateful.