This week went by pretty uneventfully. All plans that I made fell through. No sex was had (until Davey was home again at a normal time last night). I forgot to mention in the sadness of my last entry that I did have hot sex with N after our talk. I squirted so much it deflected off his body and hit me in the face. lol That was a first.
Tonight I have plans to finally meet this 23-year-old guy I’ve been talking to online for a while. He messaged me on a dating site because he has a fantasy of being with an older woman. Now, I find it kinda funny to be considered “the older woman” as I’m just 34 and still consider myself young, but yeah I am older than him, by 11 years. And it’s kinda amusing too because he’s around the age of N’s children. So I’ll be fucking a man who’s old enough to not only be my father, but is father to children the age of the younger guy I’m fucking. Erm, yeah that made more sense in my head than on paper. But you get the drift – I get a kick out of the wide age spread. There’s things in life that aren’t full blown fantasies for me but I get a kick out of doing just because I can. For instance, when I fucked five guys in one night, not a fantasy I’d had, but I thought it would be interesting just to see how many men I could have in one night. I thought it was cool rather than sexually stimulating (oh yes the sex was stimulating, but the notion wasn’t a fantasy of mine). Tonight is another of those times, I like the idea of being able to bed a young stud more than I actually have the drive to make it happen. I wouldn’t go out of my way for it, but since he messaged me and seems pretty nice it’s going to happen. Why not? I don’t have any hang ups about what “should” or “shouldn’t” be done concerning sex. If I want to do it and the other consenting adult with me wants to – why the fuck not?
Last night I spoke on the phone with a new poly friend and we got to talking about porn sites and blogs and such and I mentioned my old stomping ground, The Kinky Librarian. And he knew it. He used to read it! I felt like a minor celebrity. Here’s this guy who knew about me and my exploits before I even had the chance to meet him. So I decided that since I had already opened up that KL was me that I’d tell him where this blog is. (Hi, D!) I keep quiet about the blog often because I talk quite openly about my sexual exploits so I avoid mentioning it until I feel sure the person won’t be a judgmental prat. But D seems like a good sort who will at the very least not judge me.
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