Sexy emails, a blast from the past (part I) June 8, 2009
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I don’t know what urged me to do an e-mail clean up today, or why I’m such a pack rat when it comes to e-mail in general, but I’m not the best person in keeping my inbox clean and up to date. As a result I have emails saved all the way back from 2001 if you can believe that and my inbox has something like 800+ messages.
So today I decided to start cleaning them up. Many of them are from old subscription sites I may have paid for at one time, the obligatory spam, a few friends….but image my surprise when I came across a trove of saved tidbits from SexyBlondeXOXO from years past.
Taking a brief gander of some of them instantly transported me back to our first few flirtations and subsequent sexual meets that I still rank up there in my top 5. If I really sit and think about it, I even say SexyBlondeXOXO was in my top 3, along side both Bella and Sharyn. It was purely physical, right from the start, but now that I’m a bit older (and hopefully wiser), I’m beginning to wonder if I could have ever taken this purely sexual relationship to the next level and have a meaningful boyfriend/girlfriend relationship with her today.
I’m gonna do something I have never done before, because I figure I can’t really get in trouble since six years have now passed…..I’m gonna share some of our emails with you. Wow…..six years. Everytime I look at the date stamps back in August of 2003 I can’t believe how much time has gone by…..and I do indeed think about her from time to time.
Anyway, without further ado (in some chronological order and commentary):
Nathan # 1: Good afternoon. Thanks for writing me, and I did indeed read your profile. To answer you quick question, that picture was of me in the boat holding the small aligator was when I was in Louisana almost 2 years ago on vacation with my best friend. Went out there for the XXXXXXXXX festival. So, since you wrote me maybe you can give me a starting point where to begin a chat. I’m not that great at ‘ice-breaking’ moments…I prefer to talk to someone as if I already know them…get past that awkward opening moment and move on from there. Anyway, your profile is intriguing, and since you offered a picture, I’d like to take you up on it. Regards, -Nathan
Commentary: I belonged to an adult ’swing’ site at the time and Sexy first wrote me I guess after seeing my profile, so of course I wrote her back once she gave me her real email address. I had a few pictures on there, PG-13, of course, and the one she is referring to is me in a white ribbed tank top, holding a real live baby aligator.
Sexy #1: Hi Nathan, Thanks for writing me back. I’m enclosing a photo. Please let me know if you’re still interested. Thanks, – Sexy.
Commentary: She sent me two photos that day and I still have them. They are both somewhat grainy pictures as I’m sure they were taken sometime prior to 2003. The first is a close-up of her face and chest. Her blue eyes and perfect complexion are just stunning. The picture is cropped in such a way that when I say ‘chest’, it looks like a bikini top with ample cleavage, but her arms and rest of her body are cropped out. The second picture is her standing far from the camera in a crowd. She got these huge sun-glasses on that you can’s see her face and she’s holding a beer. What I do notice is that she has very 90’s style denim jeans on, incredibly tan as her midriff is showing, and she has a very slender waistline. These aren’t the most detailed pictures in the world, but to say I lucked out by her contacting me first (and that she was single) is an understatement of epic proportions!
Nathan #2: XXXX, (like the spelling of that name). What can I say…if I may be as so bold to say (and in
a very flattering way), your pics are smokin’. Very attractive woman, and I’d be silly to say I wasn’t
interested. (Okay, maybe I need to work on taming my confidence and boldness, but hey, life is too short to
dilly dally. OMG, did I just say “Dilly Dally”?). Anyway, on a related note. I did read your profile again to make sure we were on the same page. So at this point I think I brought the ball, but it’s in your court. Tell me how you would like to proceed from here…chat more, talk on phone, meet for coffee or drink…Okay, that last one may be a bit bold, but ya know I was gonna ask next time anyway 
Tell me what you are interested in? Or you can ask me questions, and I’ll tell you…no holds barred. Look forward to hearing from you again, -Nathan.
Sexy #2: Hi Nathan, To be honest, I’m not sure what I’m looking for. I figure I’ll know when I find it. Are you really into the swinging life style. If you are, have you had a lot of experiences? I think I just put a profile up to see what would happen and to check out the site. However, you caught my eye and I wanted to contact you. As for my profile, some of the answers are not correct. Some of the multiple choice answers I didn’t answer correctly because, a friend of mine is on that site, and I didn’t want him to know I was on there. But, you can ask me anything. I’m a flight attendant and I just flew in from NY and I’m off tomorrow. You can call me if you’d like. I’m off tomorrow. My number is XXX-XXX-XXXX. Have a great day! – Sexy
Commentary: Ah, to read my general banter of introductions going back and forth at this point if both a bit funny and humilating. I’m sure back in 2003 I thought I was smooth shit…but reading this now, I may have come across a bit dorky. Her telephone number is no longer in service (I just tried…haha), but she seems pretty forward about her own ‘experimenting’ phases, if you will. At this point I do believe we did start speaking by phone back and forth for a few days before we pick up again via email. She either left me a voice mail message on my cell phone or sent me another email in which I write the following disseration (ugh):
Nathan #3: Good morning XXXXX, You’ll have to let me know which answers of yours are different. Is the man you don’t want to discover you a past boyfriend or someone you dated? Experience: Well I usually am a monogamous type of person and I don’t believe in breaking up marriages or being there to pick up the broken hearts of jilted girlfriends. I’d like to think I’m pretty selective…that is..I am not just out there to do the deed. As nutty as this may sound most guys get a bad rap when it comes to sex…that is the stereotype is that is all we are looking for. On the contrary, anyone can have sex, but respecting the other person, having chemistry with them, actually getting along with them, and being attractive and clean are very important to me. So to answer your question: a little bit of experience, but I am pretty selective (gosh that makes me sound like a snob)..She must have a good head on her shoulders and not be pyschotic (sp?). I’ve been made a few aquaintences, but not all of them have led to bed and I have no regrets about that. You as a person have to know your gut feeling and trust your instincts and know when tosay ‘No’. Anyway, I am a clean person who believes in safe practices…No drugs, I don’t smoke, I do socially drink. Perosnal hygiene and grooming are important as well. Intimate encounters with me are not to be taken lightly: That is to say again, sex is sex, but ecstasy and fun are soo much more. I enjoy long foreplay, massages (giving and receiving), the atmosphere, the lighting, the music,….I like to think my fantasies are akin to a build up very similar to 9 1/2 weeks, or Wild Orchids….erotic. That is a turn on to me. So what am I looking for: A friend without too many attachments to have fun from time to time. No pressures, private (but we can go out in public)…someone to have a few drinks with…dinner at a nice place, maybe a picnic or a drive and maybe a little naughty behavior when we are secluded. I am not a stalker and I am not a guy who calls 10 times a day…maybe a few times a week at most. Wow, that’s pretty much laying it on the line…so hopefully that doesn’t scare you away. I’m just 100% honest upfront about it. Regards, -Nathan.
Commentary: Whoa, that was a mouthfull I put out there. I figure we had talked a few times on the phone and traded a few e-mails at this point….Time to put our money where our mouths are, So I lay it out there and it’s up to her to tell me if she wants to move forward of this is all a bad idea. So I’m very happy when I receive the following response:
Sexy #3: You sound great and looking for the same thing that I’m looking for. I hate pressure. The guy on XXXX that I’m trying to avoid, is a guy I met on XXXX (another site). I’m no longer seeing him, but, I would just rather him not know I’m on there. I’m not normally the type of person who puts an ad on XXXX, so I’d rather no one who knows me know that I’m on there. I got your message a few minutes ago. Sorry, I was out running some errands. I’ll be leaving here again to go to the pool at noon. But, I’ll be home later today. The number I gave you is my home number. I started my own business a few months ago and it rings into my apartment. I’m also a flight attendant for XXXXXX. I can’t remember everything that is wrong on my profile, but here’s a few of the things. I live in XXXXXX, I don’t have a Masters degree, only a BA. I have a sports car, not a SUV. I’m 5′7″ not 5′5″. I never do drugs. My birthday is XXXX 5th, not the 1st. That’s all I can remember right now. Have you ever been to XXXXXX ? I hope you’re having a great day!! Talk to you soon. – Sexy
Commentary: Well, things seem to be moving forward at this point and we are ready to meet in person…
To be continued…..
Dark Bumping February 19, 2009
Posted by Nathan in Becky, True Stories.Tags: Becky, sex, True Stories, vibrator
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Last night was kinda primal…and messy.
I hadn’t seen Becky in quite a while. A lot of times she doesn’t seem to know how her emotions are playing out, that is up from down, if she’s ove her ex or not. It always seems like an ever changing story, and quite frankly her ruminations these days more or less falls on deaf ears.
We talk occassionally, not all that often or too much in depth. More like stealing twitter-esque like sentences every other week. I suppose it’s her way of letting me know she still out there or maybe it’s more like checking up on me and my status. I imagine at some level it’s a game to her, something she tries to justify in her own mind, but I never let on too much.
I received a text message from her earlier in the week. She was out of town on business and fishing for some attention. ‘Hook up Wed?’ Well, perhaps she was fishing and I bit.
I showed up at her apartment late and it even surprised me I was able to muster up the energy to go over on a work night so late. Figuring our time was short I didn’t want to mess around too much with casual niceties and small talk.
I enjoy taking charge once in a while like this.
Without saying much I ushered Becky down the hallway to her bedroom where I pushed her down on the corner of her bed. I didn’t even bother with the lights and I can’t beleive how dark her bedroom actually was.
As she sat upon the corner of her bed, I pulled her shirt off and tossed it somewhere randomly in the room and did the same with her bra once I unclasped it. I pushed Becky down to lay flat on her back and immediately bent over and placed a rapidly hardening left nipple in my mouth as I cupped her breast in my left hand. As I continued to tease and taste her breast, I was somehow able to manuever her pants off as well into a crumpled heap on the floor.
It was a bit comical to a point, fumbling around in pitch darkness, using only the senses of touch and sound to find our ways about each other. At one point I heard her nightstand drawer open up along with some shuffling of items only to be rewarded with the electric sound of a vibrator waving its way about in the air. At this moment I was standing to the side of her bed, quickly removing my own trousers and briefs.
Becky’s left hand reached out and grazed my right thigh, clearly trying to locate my package. After a few muddled attempts the ring of her thumb and index finger found the base of my semi erect penis whcih continued to grow as she slowly began to work it.
That was my queue to pleasure her down below with my own fingers, and somehow during this blind exchange my own left handed fingers were greated with a tactile buzz as I discovered the tip of her vibrator sliding across her naked clit. How’d she do that? I didn’t hear or feel her take off her panties, and yet somehow she did as my middle finger was greeted with her open wetness.
I slowly buried my middle finger into her as her grip on my own cock settled into a regular rythym. 10, 20, 30 seconds went by and with my sensing she could and wanted to take more, I added a second finger to her hungry folds. To say Becky was wet was an understatment. Within a few minutes of my dexterous fingering it felt as if my whole hand was damp and with the help of her electric friend, I felt her first orgasm as her pubic muscles contracted several times around my digits.
I had an idea on a position I actually saw demonstrated rather tastefully on Nip/Tuck of all places and used this brief moment of Becky’s recovery to find a bath towel in her bathroom.
In the dark, I spread the towel out upon the corner edge of her bed. Call me silly, but between how wet Becky was and what I know I can produce at climax, I thought it might be nice to save the bed from an unsightlly wet spot. Becky had no idea what I was doing, and once I was satisfied, I had her turn over.
She mistakenly assumed a position on all fours, but I wasn’t gonna have her like that. No, this was gonna be new…for both of us. With some gentle guding on my behalf, I positioned her flat on her stomach at a 45 degree angle in relationship to the edges of her bed, and pulled her body down far enough so that her wet vag was facing me at the corners edge.
Reaching for her nightstand myself, I found a small bottle of lube and applied some to my manhood and also found her electric friend and added some to it as well. It may be a bit of work on my part, but with the right stance, I was able to push myself into Becky very deep with each of her legs splayed out on either side of me. She must have been surprised as well, because after a few first thrusts I was encouraged vocally by many “Oh my’s…” and “Yes, I can feel you very deep inside me”.
I figured since I had her BOB in my right hand, a little extra play by me may make the experience even better. As I continued to fuck Becky from behind in my new favorite position, I slowly began to work the tip of vibrator into her ass. Not very far, just aabout an inch or so and turned it on. This proved to be a bit much for her as she said it tickled way to much so I abandoned the vibrator off to the side and using my free arms, bent her legs up so I held each ankle wheel-barrel style as I continued to fuck away.
Not sure if it was the lubrication I applied or Becky was just overly excited this evening, but I’m gald I placed the towel down. Five minutes into my modified doggy plowing, I felt as if my balls were soaking wet. Upon more concentration of my surroundings, the towel felt as if it were drenched all the time Becky asking me not to stop.
At the seven minute mark….and I know this because there was a LED clock in the room….I finally couldn’t take any more and signaled to Becky I was about to come. Sure enough….within seconds of my signal, I was just able to aim my hot fluid into multiple trails leading to her lower back and cheeks. It was intense and I felt as if I was gonna lose balance for a second.
We remained silent for the next few minutes, our labored breathing beginning to return back to normal and I made my way to her vanity to wash up a bit.
By the time I got dressed again Becky was wearing a terricloth robe, smiling a wicked smile as she led me to the door. We both knew it was time for me to go…we both have to work tomorrow/today and just needed to get it out of our systems.
Return of the bodysuits November 6, 2008
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Warning: Explicit Content.
So I’m a little late in presenting this story and for that I apologize. This took place just over a week ago and was a nice surprise for both April and myself. I’m thinking about it now again because I’ve been a little worked up the last couple of days again, and even more so today than usual. I’m actually thinking of a way to coax April into a repeat performance.
Viagra not required
I like lingerie a lot, but I’m still pretty picky about it. I’ve indicated before that French Maid and really frilly costumes aren’t my style. I enjoy more erotic, sophisticated, and seductive one and two pieces that are generally solids in color that really give me a hard on.
After a evening out for dinner, I ended back over at April’s house and I suppose we both kind of knew even before the night started that we’d be getting it on. I’m not sure how to explain it, as if we are both to shy to just admit it, but it’s generally understood that this is one of those ‘One of us needs to get fucked’ nights.
I won’t bore you with the how’s and when’s of us making it to her room, just fast forward the evening a bit and I’m lying down on her bed with my eyes closed yet awake just relaxing.
“I think you should put that bodysuit on.”, I said in a soft yet direct voice, eyes stills closed, hands clasped behind my head.
“What? Bodysuit?”, she replied searching for my meaning.
“You know…that one I bought you many moons ago.”
“Oh.”
I continue do lay on her bed and heard her shuffle about her dresser drawers, obviously searching for said item. After about three of four drawer closures, I heard her make her way to her bathroom where she started a hot shower for herself. As I felt a brief stirring in my loins, I contemplated waiting a few minutes, stripping down and joining her in the shower for nice hot and wet pounding, but then I’d be robbing myself the experience of seeing her in that lingerie again…a sight I don’t see often enough any more. Also, her shower is a bit small, and our attempts to be sexual in it in the past haven’t really been all that memorable. It’s usually more about repositioning ourselves multiple ways just to get comfortable for a few minutes until one of our legs tends to get sore or get an unexpected Charlie horse. So I opted to just lay on the bed as I already had been.
After about 10 minutes or so April finally emerged from her bathroom, squeaky clean. In the dim light of her bedroom, she stood wearing the black lace one piece body suit (like the one pictured). Her naked breasts were visible through the intricate black lace, her nipples slightly hard with anticipation on how I was going to be using them shortly. Below, the bodysuit is crotch less, her puss cleanly shaven and as naked as a J-bird. It was looking at her waiting lips down yonder that brought my dick to complete attention. I’m not going to be messing with too much foreplay here.
I immediately stood up and crossed her room in just a few steps, grabbed her by the arms, turned her 180 degrees and pushed her back down onto the corner of her bed, spreading her legs apart as I kneeled myself in front smooth puss. I eagerly went down on her, my tongue quickly parting her folds and adding my own saliva to her growing wetness. April gasped as my forcefulness upon her pubis and I greedily sucked away and eventually found her swelling clit. As I pushed my palms on the back of her thighs to keep her in place, I got all sloppy silly on her, both her own juices mixing with my spit had the bottom of my face covered in wetness. I’d wager to say her first audible orgasm came in about 5 minutes of my initial tongue thrashing.
As she took a few seconds to recover and catch her breath, I was already busy undressing myself leaving my clothes in a disheveled pile on the floor. I grabbed the damp towel she had used to dry off and spread it out on the floor and grabbed a pillow off the bed and threw it down there as well…it would come in use later.
I took April’s hand and pulled her up just long enough to guide her to the semi damp towel outstretched on the floor and place her on her knees. I kneeled directly behind her, tilting her head to one side as I began to suck on the left side of her exposed neck. My left hand groped around to her front and pinched her hard nipples through the fabric, my right hand also dropping low and around so that my middle digit was fingering her slick slit. I wriggled it up inside her as far as I could past the second knuckle as her back pressed into my front. My left hand continued to roam about another minute or so and I decided once again I wanted to taste her sweetness in my mouth.
I backed away just enough and assumed a position on my back where my head was placed under her straddled legs. I pulled April down onto me and once again buried my tongue as deep as I could into her. I looked up in the dark, and could barely make out her own eyes looking back down at me as she grabbed my hair on the top of my head. I ate her out another good five minutes or so until she had her second orgasm. I’m glad she finally did as it was getting a little hard for me to keep this up much longer as I was trying to catch my breath and my own neck was getting a tad sore. Time for a change up.
I’m not really sure I needed it, but as she was recovering for the second time, I walked over to her medicine cabinet and reached inside to where I know she keeps her personal lubricant. Sometimes just the thought of fucking her as wet as she can possibly be, all sloppy with as little friction as possible is enough to set me off. I flipped the cap and squirted a small dollop in my hand and spread it all over the tip and shaft of my cock and walked back over to April.
She was still on her knees which was fine for me, so I positioned myself behind her and told her now was a good time to use the pillow. It was amazing that she followed every order…never questioned any of my directing and positioning and took it like it she hadn’t had cock in months.
With April on all fours now, pillow under her chest, my hands grabbing onto her hips like handles, I slid in her. Ohhhh. The lube was just perfect and it just seemed as if her juicy folds were soaking with anticipation. I fucked her rough. Sometimes I like is soft and tender, but tonight I was a tad aggressive. I grabbed her hair with one hand and pulled it back as I continued to work away. I was pounding so hard, my abs got a workout of a lifetime and I actually started to get sore after a few minutes. This wasn’t a marathon session by any means. I was so turned on from the previous 15 minutes of oral favors I performed on April, I had no expectations of lasting very long at all. I’m guessing my own endurance was coming to a head very quickly, and most likely after only 4 minutes or so, I pulled out and shot a warm load all over the small of her back and ass cheeks.
April just laid motionlessly for a few minutes there, her breathing hard and fast, as I stood to admire my handiwork. I told her I was going to clean up myself so I headed for her shower and washed away our sweat, her lube, and my cum from my body. My legs were slightly quaking as well from that intense workout. April didn’t join me for a dip. When I got out of her shower, I could tell by the wash cloth on her sink that she cleaned herself up and was now under her covers and ready to go to bed.
I crawled in as well, and within minutes we both let slumber take over us.
