A Sexual Journey: Roommates. Reconnecting with an Ex starts an interesting journey. by LoveThighHigh. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  I am going to share with you the story of my sexual discovery. I don’t know how many parts there will be, as every time my mind drifts through my memories, there seems to be endless moments that seem important and have left an indelible mark on my sexual journey, but I will try and be brief. First, let me introduce myself. My name is Mark, and I live in a large bustling city. I had a pretty normal childhood and was pretty popular at my school. I have a lean muscular physique, black hair and green eyes, and was pretty successful with the girls, with a string of short relationships as I played the field. Out of all the girlfriends, there was one I regretted breaking up with. Her name was Cassie, and she was a firecracker, a beautiful 5'8" bombshell with dark auburn hair, blue eyes, and a tight naturally athletic body. She is important to this story because when I moved to the other side of town to attend university we reconnected by pure chance. I was looking for an apartment to move into and going to lots of places, only to be turned away because someone else got in first. I was starting to despair, as I really didn’t want to live at home and face a two-hour bus trip. It was late, the day before my lectures started, and it was a miserable night as a storm rolled in from the coast. I checked my phone before I headed home when I saw a post that was advertising for a roommate just minutes ago. The location was just a couple of blocks away, so I raced there. When I arrived, it was a five-story building in an old architectural gothic style. I eagerly smashed the elevator button and waited…and waited, but it never came down. An older couple came inside and let me know that the elevator was out of order. I raced up the stairs to the top story and when I got to the door, a couple were just leaving and talking to a pretty blonde girl. They were passing on their contact details and the blonde girl was saying that she would call them, and it was looking like they were already at the top of the list. Also, there was another guy standing alone, waiting for his turn to be shown around the apartment. Behind him was another couple who were running through a strategy to win the apartment. Then, there was me, and I was tempted to turn around and walk away. Maybe it was my desperation or the pretty blonde, but I decided to wait as the others took their turn to be shown around and answer any questions. By the time it was my turn, there were another three people queuing up behind me for their turn. I swallowed as the blonde again saw off the couple with another cheery promise to be in touch. She then turned to me as I stepped forward with my hand out, we shook hands and introduced ourselves. Her name was Tayla, and she was 5'4", and had a nice pair of tits with nipples that just left a bump poking against her tight cotton T-shirt. Her body was petite, and as she led me inside, her butt was firm with great definition and the lower butt cheeks were just visible where her jean shorts were cut off. I entertained the idea of getting her number whether I got the apartment or not. Then I walked into the apartment lounge room, and standing there was Cassie. She was the second roommate and they were looking to fill the third bedroom so everyone’s rent was lower; a blessing for three students with part-time jobs. She was even more beautiful than I remembered and had wisps of bright red dye through her hair that made her blue eyes glow. We immediately hit it off, and just like that, I was their new roommate. We spent a lot of time together over the first few weeks of the semester as we quickly got up to speed in all of our papers. Cassie was as amazing as I remembered. She was pretty high energy and spontaneous, and so, so sexy. Unfortunately, she had a boyfriend, but I could sense an underlying sexual tension w

TinaNine Wonderful Women, Chapter 5. Tina had a bushy blonde pussy and an adventurous sex drive. by AndyAndrews. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  I had been thinking about my pubic hair situation. All my married life, my wife Monica had a big healthy dark bush, and I loved it. She used to comment that she thought she was too hairy down there, but she never did anything about it, from which I assumed that her complaints about her hairiness were not really an issue, but just something she complained about. And I was cool with her hairiness. But I thought maybe it would be better to be Mr. Manicured. I had never done this before, but my life was now becoming a series of things I had not done before, so why not? I cut my pubic hairs back to about ¼ inch long. This was easy enough on the area above the base of my cock, but it was a bit harder on the scrotum, and especially behind the sack. Anyway, after I finished, I was quite pleased with myself. It made my cock look neater and maybe bigger, and I felt it would give women the message that I was taking care of the things that mattered. After a few months of working with the dating website, several things became clear. Firstly, women whose profile on the site appeared the most attractive never replied to me. I assumed they were quickly overwhelmed with enquiries from other guys. Second, just because a woman’s profile appeared a bit basic, that meant nothing about her, except maybe that she wasn’t so good at marketing herself. I met some very interesting women whose profile did not do them justice. Third, and this was a revelation to me, there were a LOT, and I mean a LOT, of unattached women in my age bracket, 45-50 years, who were looking for a partner. These women were often really keen to have sex quite soon after meeting. This was a surprise to me, because due to my upbringing and prior experience, I had assumed that women were generally hard to get into bed. Now I understood this was not the case; and why should it be? Women like to have sex, just as much as men do. And lastly, of all the messages I put out to various women, I only got a few responses, which is why I kept a “parking lot” of interesting profiles, and would work through those over time. The big lesson was that my best chance of getting a date was to respond promptly to women who messaged me. One Tuesday night, I was scanning the website and sending out messages when I received a message from Tina. The fact that she had contacted me before I contacted her, was very promising, and I replied instantly. She was online right then, and after a few messages between us, I gave her my phone number and she called me. We chatted for a while and she eventually said, “You seem like a nice guy, would you like to come over?” “Right now?” I replied. “Sure, is that OK with you?” I grabbed a few condoms and set out for her place, a 40 minute drive, arriving about 9:30 pm. She lived in a very quiet suburban neighborhood and there was absolutely not a sound in the neighborhood when I arrived. They say that first impressions are the most lasting, and in her case, she was very impressive. She was Scandinavian in appearance: tall, almost 6 feet in shoes with a small heel. I noted that she was quite slim but with full, round breasts which were accentuated by her wearing a close-fitting top, and clearly, no bra, as her nipples poked at the fabric. Her form-fitting skirt showed off her relatively narrow hips, and finished about 4 inches above the knee. Her straight blonde hair came down to her shoulders, she had blue eyes, a tanned face and arms and long, slender legs. In summary, a very impressive woman in her mid 40s, instantly attractive. We entered her house, a spacious home with quality furniture, set on a on a level lot with a well-tended back lawn. There seemed to be no-one else home, although I later learned that her 11 year old son was asleep in his bedroom. She led me to the back patio and offered me a drink: “whi

Christine. NINE WONDERFUL WOMEN, Chapter 3.Sex in a hotel in the middle of a work day. by AndyAndrews. listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories. This is the third part of a series where each part can be read with or without having read the previous parts. Prior to the age of 48, I’d only had sex with two women. Then I split from my wife and had two fantastic years of sex with a lot of different women. Now, years later, I’m married again and still have the memories of the wonderful women with whom I had so much pleasure. These are the true stories of the wonderful women of those two years. I love these memories and want to share them with you. I join a dating website and have my first date from it. CHRISTINE. After splitting up with my wife of 24 years, Monica, I spent the next year living on my own. This was the first time in my whole life that I’d lived on my own. Initially, I enjoyed the solitude and the novelty of being able to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted. But I eventually realized that I was not a solitary person; I liked to talk with and be with, other people or a partner, and really missed the joy of regular sex. After almost a year, I unexpectedly had a fabulous one-night stand with Dianne. This made me think that I was probably attractive to some women, and made me realize that, although I had gotten used to a life of no sex with Monica, I really missed having good sex. After a year, I felt that I was in a good place psychologically, and the regular morning workouts at the gym had got me into good shape physically. I thought I’d like to meet someone new to share my life with, although I did not know how, but I was not going to start going to bars to pick up women. I was quite friendly with one of the guys at my work place and, since he and I were both single and used to talk about our lives as singles, he told me that he had joined one of the dating websites and was having great success with picking up women. His objectives were a little different than mine, as he was just interested in meeting and fucking, but I realized this would be a good way to meet nice women, so I signed up. I got a nice photo of myself and spent a bit of time looking at other people’s profiles for examples as I wrote my profile. Once my profile was ready, I started looking around my local area for talent, and sent out a few messages to likely looking women. Christine was one of the first to reply, and we arranged to meet up at a coffee shop she selected. My first date with a new woman in over 24 years! I found that meeting someone you don’t know for the first time is surprisingly easy, because you’re the only two people in the place who look like they are looking for someone. She was a fuller-figured woman, average height with shoulder length brown hair and pretty eyes and smile. We got a couple of coffees and sat and chatted. She was still married but the marriage was going bad, so she was looking to have some extra-marital sex. This was why she did not have her photo on the dating site. As I had been through the marriage breakdown, with counselling, we talked about marriage and relationships and got along really well. After a while, a couple of guys came into the café and she told me she knew them, so she would need to finish our date. We went out the back door to wish each other goodbye before she went back in to talk with them, to avoid raising their suspicions. She stood on a step and I stood below, so our faces were almost level. We said a few words of goodbye, how much we enjoyed meeting, then we moved closer for a kiss. As our lips touched, I slightly parted my lips and put my tongue out to touch her lips. She responded by opening her lips and touching my tongue with her tongue, and from there, we both opened up and explored each other’s mouths with our tongues for about 15 seconds. She tasted great, like good coffee, and as we separated she commented what a fantastic kiss that was. Then she went back inside to chat with tho

Dianne.Nine Wonderful Women:  Dianne. A surprise new woman. by  AndyAndrews. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  I had been living on my own for almost a year, with only the porn sites and my right hand to keep me company. I had gotten into some nice routines, including going to the gym most mornings, making my dinners and freezing them, and visiting my old friends more than I had done previously. It was now coming towards the end of the year, and my employer gave a Christmas Party for employees and their partners. Most employees who didn’t have a partner just brought a friend, but I went alone. I had no thoughts about hooking up with anyone because the people attending were my work colleagues and their partners. I knew them all and there was no-one attractive among them, and in any case, I always felt I never wanted to be working with someone with whom I was in a relationship. So I felt there was no action on the horizon at this party. There was dinner, drinks, and music, but not many people were dancing. I noticed Carol, one of the other employees, dancing with a woman I had not seen before, and they didn’t seem like a couple, just like they were dancing together. There were a couple of other people on the dance floor, so I ambled over and started dancing around. The unknown woman was really attractive, and she moved really seductively. She was average height, had long straight black hair down to her waist, and she looked pretty curvy under her flowing dress. She seemed to be in her early thirties, so about 15 years younger than me. We all danced around and I was particularly moving closer to this unknown woman as we danced. After a while, Carol and the unknown woman left the dance floor and so, not wanting to look obvious in front of my co-workers, I also wandered off and socialized with other colleagues. After a while, I circulated back around and started to chat with the woman, whose name is Dianne, and I found out she was a friend of Carol. We made small talk and I was really attracted to her. Later in the evening as the venue was closing down and we were leaving, I was watching to try and spot Dianne again, when I came across Carol and Dianne with a group of about 4 other people. They said they were heading out to a nearby hotel to continue the party, and I was excited to get the chance to hang out with Dianne. Once we got to the hotel, we got some drinks and sat around a table, talking. When the first round of drinks had run dry, Dianne offered to go to the bar to get more, so she asked the other people what they would like. Sensing some sort of opportunity to talk with her without other people around, I offered to come with her to the bar to help carry the drinks back. By now I was feeling really turned on by her, so I looked forward to getting to chat with her away from the group. As we were waiting in line, she turned around to face me and we made some small talk. I was now quite close to her and feeling a stirring in my pants as I admired her pretty face, large dark brown eyes and red lips. I have no idea what we were talking about; my mind was elsewhere. Then, as the line moved up, she turned back around to step forward. As I was now behind her, admiring her long flowing black hair, I absent mindedly just started stroking her beautiful long hair, running down her back. I didn’t have a plan or any real thought that this would be leading to anything, but after a few seconds, she slowly turned around and grabbed me, lifting her face up to my face. Her lips came to mine and as soon as our lips met, we each opened our mouths slightly at first, then opened more, and engaged in the most passionate tongue kiss imaginable. This went on for about 10 seconds and then we separated and looked deeply at each other. We waited in line, collected the drinks and headed back to the group, acting nonchalant. For the next couple of hours, we all sat around chatting, until 2 am when they shut the bar, and we heade

Monica’s Best Effort. Nine Wonderful Women. Chapter Two. by AndyAndrews. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  This is the second part of a series where each part can be read with or without having read the previous parts. Prior to the age of 48, I’d only had sex with two women. Then I split from my wife and had two fantastic years of sex with a lot of different women. Now, years later, I’m married again and still have the memories of the wonderful women with whom I had so much pleasure. These are the true stories of the wonderful women of my life. I love these memories and want to share them with you. In this chapter, Monica tries to get us back together, but it doesn’t amount to more than a great memorable sexual favor.Monica Tries to restart us. When I split up with my wife Monica after 24 years, it was because the marriage had become a continuous argument, not because either of us had an alternative partner to hook up with. I left to live on my own in a rented flat, and she retained the family home. We remained in contact because I was still doing bits of household maintenance, such as mowing the lawn, cleaning the pool and so on. I was also visiting frequently because I was needed to drive the kids to their sport and other activities. I felt sorry for myself, sorry for Monica and sorry for the loss of the marriage, but the breakdown was just two people growing apart. After all those years married, and with the recent history of arguments and stress, I was looking forward to living on my own for a while. At the age of 48, I had never lived on my own, had never been able to do whatever I wanted whenever I wanted, so I thought that would be fun. Although Monica and I were in frequent contact the separation was good because I could get away if an argument started. Monica had been surprised and upset by my leaving. I guess she thought things between us were better than my opinion. After I had left, she regularly suggested we should get back together, and after a few months, I agreed to go on a date with her to see if we could start again. Being on a date in a restaurant is a good way to avoid arguments, as neither of us were keen on arguing in public. So we had good food, a bottle of nice wine, and a calm conversation, which mainly revolved around her asking me why I left and why I didn’t come back. We had been through all this dozens of times previously, including with the marriage counsellor, and, as the counsellor had said, we had a choice: to make changes or to stay the same. Since we had not made any changes in the two years since counselling began, I had concluded that things weren’t going to change by me staying there, especially after Monica stopped coming to the counselling. This discussion went round and round until eventually, we finished dinner and left. I drove her back to the family home, which was now “her place”, went inside, hugged and gave each other a lingering kiss. Neither of us had had any sex for months, and the hugging felt good, probably assisted by the effect of the wine. She was an attractive woman, tall, almost imposing, with a little bit of extra weight that was mainly in the right places: on her ass and her breasts. The big problem I had with her was the arguments. As we kissed, she started rubbing my groin area, and I was feeling her backside, really enjoying the memories of so many great sessions of wonderful sex. She stepped back slightly and reached for my belt buckle, unsnapping my jeans and pulling my jeans and briefs to the floor in one action. I was trapped, jeans around my ankles with my shoes holding up my jeans, as she reached for my rapidly-hardening cock and took it into her mouth. Feeling my cock in her warm mouth gave me an instant full hard-on. During the marriage, she had rarely done this. She had been happy to put my balls in her mouth and work my cock with her hand, but she had only taken the head of my cock into her mouth a few times, and that was only when we were sh

Making Amends.She makes up for a lifetime of teasing. by musicankane. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. I awoke to the unthinkable; Columbus High school had had a fatal shooting. I stood in shock as the news broadcast told the story about a outsider kid who got fed up with being made fun of and went nuts in the schools main courtyard with his Dad’s handgun, killing two and injuring thirteen before he killed himself. Although this wasn’t the first time something like this happened in the country, but what made it so much of a shock for me was that Columbus High was not five miles from the high school I go to now; Longpark. As I sat and ate breakfast I thought about how bad it must have been for the shooter. Getting made fun of was nothing new to me. I’m six feet tall and skinny, and I’m not really a vision of popularity. I know what it is like to get constantly harassed by everyone at school. I found myself thinking about what I’d do in the same situation, and quickly shook the thoughts out of my head. As bad as being made fun of, I knew it would all pass after school was over and done with. Besides why would I want to be friends with the jerks from school? I wouldn’t mind a couple of the cheerleaders though but to hell with it. At school the mood was definitely somber. The usual chatter of the main courtyard was down to a dull murmur. I think the scare of just how close that shooting was, really hit home with everyone at school. Even the jock table ignored me as I walked toward my class. No one even glanced my way to say some lewd remark or anything. My first class was art and I really liked the teacher Mr. Mackey, but I liked sitting near the cheerleading team captain Stacy Child. She was a vision of complete perfection; I mean this girl could beat Britney Spears in a beauty contest on her best day. I expected to continue our art project of drawing an imaginary neighborhood with the use of depth, but instead Mr. Mackey stood at the center of the room. He looked around at everybody before he spoke. “I take it you have all heard about what happened at Columbus.” He said. The room was silent and Mr. Mackey took it as a yes. He turned toward where Stacy and a couple of jocks were sitting. “I want you to think about this for a minute. You might think that the young man who did this was some sick depraved kid or something, but the fact was, he was just another kid. He was someone who got made fun of and picked on and drove to the breaking point by other kids, just like you.” He turned to all of us and raised his arms. “It could happen here. You realize that? Think on that one guy who everybody makes fun of, think about the things you may have said to that individual and how it affects him.” He put his hands down. “I would like you to think about what could be done to make it up to the one you all think is a loser, because you never know what that ‘loser’ may do tomorrow.” While it was a good speech I couldn’t help thinking that everyone began to look at me. I mean sure I got made fun of a lot but did they really it think I was capable to do something like this? Without turning around Mr. Mackey said. “Everyone get your supplies and continue with your projects.” Once settling I resumed the work I was doing to a Victorian style house that I had place on the edge of my block. It was then that Stacy sat down next to me. I glanced up at her in surprise that she was sitting down next to me. She caught my eye and smiled sweetly, a smile that warmed me. “Hi, James.” I blinked and shook my head. “Uh, hi Stacy,” I looked around. “Did you want me to move?” She put her hand on my shoulder. “No, no nothing like that. I just wanted to see what you thought of what happened.” I looked at her and felt a bit of anger rise in me. She wanted to see if I was going to go psycho like the guy from Columbus. “Why do you care about what I have to say all of a sudden?” I asked sharply. She jumped in her seat slightly. “No reason I just thought I’d as

Fact-checking Derrick: Cock Riddles - part 2.Ashley’s old classmates seek to solve the titan cock mystery. by  by BEWD4133 for Literotica - listen to the podcast at Steamy Stories. She continued to happily slurp away on his dick, especially with her tongue pressed up against the bulging underside, but a flick of her eyes still managed to signal him that he was free to respond as he pleased. Derrick followed up on this by shooting a photo of her fellatio to send to his longtime queer pal. A minute or so passed of him trying to maintain his balance until the next reply came in. “Well, at least he’s happy for me…” he read over the response, “His only regret is not realizing how much growing I still had to do, letting me know he’s up to the challenge if I ever want to give him another go.” Ashley took Aaron’s words as a challenge for her as well and took him up on it by going all the way down to see if she could truly deepthroat his mass, even if only momentarily. She made it a mental count of five seconds before retreating and placing her hand back on him. The husky groan she heard in those few seconds made the lack of air more than worth it. Glancing back up, she also noticed a fresh smirk creeping onto Derrick’s face. “He also has this to say,” her boy added, “If I’m truly straight I need to show off just how much more I can cum for you than I did for him. How’s that sound to you, Ashley.” “I think it sounds like a theory worth testing,” she came up for her last words and gulp of air before going back down on him at full force. Derrick devoted all further thought and attention solely to how sexy it was having Ashley’s head bobbing on his length. Even without seeing it directly, he could sense the effect his superior size was having on her lips and cheeks, how his girth was wearing on her delicate jaw and his length was making itself known to her throat. Even so, the motions of her tongue clearly informed him of just how pure her enjoyment of his unique flavor was, lapping him up like a popsicle. It was even more satisfying as his shaft bloated under the pressure of the well-prepared load he was about to deliver, having looked into dietary tips to enable him to reach the peak of richness, flavor, and volume. “Fuck, almost there, keep going Ashley,” he grunted, “I love the way I feel can feel how much you’re fighting not to choke on my big cock, not just for your pride but because you love it that much. There’s nothing like how my girth feels prying open those pretty lips and my length feels busting into your throat. Of course, you should just think of it as a preview for what I’ll do to your pussy soon. Ah fuck, here it is, swallow as much as you can.” His hand carefully but firmly found a position against the back of her head to ensure the smoothest transfer of his essence to her mouth and stomach as possible. Ashley received the creamiest ropes of semen she could’ve asked for as Derrick furiously let loose with his first ejaculation. He remained mindful of just how much he was shooting out but maintained confidence in her ability until he actually saw his cum leaking from her lips, at which point her let her go to process what he had given. She gulped down the excess as efficiently as she could until she was able to open her mouth to show off the rest of the helping Derrick had provided her, to which he was all too eager to take another picture. “Fuck yes, that’s what a blowjob on a real man should be like,” Ashley polished off the remainder as Derrick sent the latest photo to Aaron again. “Good to see you got enough. I still wanted to hold most of it back until the real thing,” he recomposed himself, “Even Aaron is saying here he knows I can still cum more than that.” “Well, you can’t go and make your friend out to be a liar now, right?” Ashley was quick to dispose of her remaining clothes as Derrick did his as well. She plopped herself onto the nearby bed and Derrick was on the very cusp of joining her until he noticed

Fact-checking Derrick: Cock Riddles - part 1 Ashley continues looking into her old friend from school. by BEWD4133. Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. “Three minutes before two pm, just as planned,” Derrick checked the clock and took the key out of the ignition of his blue Ford sedan. Ten days following his rather productive visit with Ashley, the time had come for the follow-up lunch she had promised. Interestingly enough, she had chosen a location that he had previously expressed a fondness for in Red Robin. A check of the parking lot indicated that it actually seemed to be a fairly quiet evening for the place, as well as making it fairly easy to spot Ashley’s blue Honda parked nearby. The girl herself could be sitting on the bench next to the entrance. “Derrick, it’s really good to see you again,” Ashley welcomed him. “Same here, Ashley” he smiled back, even giving her a quick hug when they made contact. Ashley had fancied herself up somewhat compared to their last get together. She had donned some additional makeup and jewelry, such as lipstick and a golden necklace and was now wearing a red top and skirt that shimmered underneath the afternoon sun. “You getting yourself dressed up that nicely makes me feel kind of inadequate,” Derrick compared her to look with his basic combination of khaki pants and a polo shirt. “Truthfully, you’re probably the one more appropriately dressed for the occasion. On the other hand, I more than likely overdid it a bit,” she dismissed his concerns, “Just a habit from going out with the boys in Boston.” In truth, what most stood about his look was how she could now tell that what looked like a bizarre crease in the crotch of his pants was actually as much man meat as she could ever dream of. Of course, she knew this wasn’t quite the time or place to discuss that. “Well, I think you look wonderful,” he answered her as they walked into the building together. “Welcome to Red Robin,” the receptionist greeted them, “Late lunch for two?” “Yes,” Ashley confirmed, “We’ll take a table in the corner if you have one available.” “Of course, right this way.” The couple took their seats in a lonely booth with Ashley sitting with her back against the wall. “Can’t say that I’ve ever eaten here more than a few times, but you said that you liked it,” she remarked. “The food’s affordable, and I find the atmosphere relaxing,” Derrick turned to check out the area. “If you say so,” she looked to the waiter approaching to take their orders. Being just a bit too young to order alcohol legally, Derrick wound up ordering Coca-Cola with a Smoke and Pepper burger. Ashley went with ginger ale and a chicken platter. The time until the meal arrived had them recalling what they had studied in each of their first years in college. The waitress brought out their meal just as the time had hit to move into a more in-depth conversation. “So…” Derrick mentally searched for an icebreaker once the food had arrived, “Besides what you’ve already told me, what have you been up to at college in Boston?” “Well, I did have a guy drag to a Red Sox game on a date.” “I didn’t think you’d be into that.” “Fenway Park is too famous not to go to at least once.” “Sadly, the Orioles are far too crappy for me to recommend doing the same down here.” “I’m sure it would still be fun if we did,” she disagreed, “But enough about my life. I want to get into learning more about you. I feel like I missed so much.” “What do you want to know?” “Well, for starters, what have you been doing this past year or so?” “You already know that I work at the nearby Best Buy, and I’ve been studying business. My dad has good connections in that realm, so work should be easy to find when I’m ready.” “And what about dating?” “To be honest, this is my first one in a while. I took another girl to the movie theater near the end of last year, "That’s your go-to spot for a night out, huh? You’re taking me to see that new Endgame movie after this too.” “Yeah, but the last

Cougar Diaries: In Command.  Maria and Her Boys: In Command. Jilted wife relives her youth. by mjar65 . Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories.  I decided I needed to switch to a different gym. It was further from home but I was starting to wonder what Ryan was thinking after our two nights of debauchery. He was more than twenty years my junior and I didn’t need a young man trailing around after me. On the other hand, I was even more certain that “lots of fucking” was exactly what I required. I really didn’t know how to go about it. I was sure I could go out somewhere and let men “pick me up”. But that seemed so sleazy and a little dangerous. I knew about “dating” websites and I decided to try a couple. Well, in the first few days I was overwhelmed with replies and offers. It was too much to manage. I needed to find a way to narrow down my search. I already knew the term “cougar”. I don’t like that term at all and I hate the idea that anyone would think of me that way. It’s a way of “shaming” women who go looking for sex – as if its OK for a man to “sow his seed” but a woman should wait till asked. Looking at the men who had propositioned me online, I decided I wanted someone younger than me - again. It made sense. I’d been excited and validated by Ryan and his desire for me. I didn’t need to be brave, I needed young guys who were so horny for sex they would ignore my age. Or who were so young they could not resist my cleavage! I was going to choose a younger man. Maybe not as young as Ryan this time – that seemed excessive. But I told myself I definitely wanted to avoid men like my husband who were lazy and sated from years of easy, married life. Younger men would be more horny, more eager to enjoy themselves. I wanted intense, passionate sex and I knew I’d be more likely to find that with men who were not in their forties. Why settle for an older, lazy man when I could pick a young guy, full of lust and energy and with a beautiful, hard prick to fill me up? I found a man who called himself Naz – a good looking man who looked Lebanese and has a nice smile. He is aged twenty-six and he boasted about his sexual prowess. That was the real reason I chose Naz - I admit I was attracted to his cockiness and his confidence that he could “give me a good time”. The quality of his technique was less important than having a young man who couldn’t keep his hands off me. I was banking on his passion, his lust for sex with me, being enough to get me off nicely. Naz even sent me a picture of his cock and I smiled at the thought of him eagerly thrusting it into me. Yes, I was well aware that this method of finding my “cure” carried its own dangers. I suspect that the danger actually heightened the thrill. I don’t really know how to describe what I was thinking. Something had come over me. It was several weeks since I’d had a man in my bed and many long months before that. I had needs and I didn’t want to wait. I was prepared for the risk. I was prepared to be disappointed. We had a first chat on-line and I got to see some more of his smile. I could see he was still so young but that only served to make my body stir. I wanted this one and there’d be no guilt about it. As for Naz, his cockiness came through straight away. Some people would have found it a turn-off, but not me. Naz asked me to undress or to show my breasts to him. I already knew that we was lusting after my boobs and that made it easier for me. I was enjoying the raw needs of an immature male. He wanted me badly but the funny thing was that I still felt in control. So I declined his invitation to bare my breasts. Naz was undeterred and stripped off on camera, proudly letting me see his cock. He was half erect, which was the right way to impress me. I did ask him how many girlfriends he had had and he said more than a dozen. But my intuition is pretty good and I am sure he was stretching the truth. Funnily enough, that made me even more keen to have sex with Naz since

Cougar Diaries: In the Game. Maria and Her Boys. Jilted wife relives her youth. by mjar65 . Listen to the Podcast at Steamy Stories. This story is about an older woman, a woman in her middle forties, who has sex with different men. Mostly she has sex with men who are younger than her – much younger. This story is about me – Maria. I am happy and fulfilled and satisfied. I am loving life more than I have done for years. And I am making sure it stays that way. Although I have sex with different men, you might want to know that most men I choose for my bed are in their early twenties. They are “barely men”, in their youth and ripe for the picking. You might wonder why I do this. The simple truth is that for an “older woman” there is nothing to match the feeling and the sight of a young man between her legs. Having a much younger man makes me feel youthful as well. These are the type of boys who first introduced me to sex, who took my virginity and taught me the pleasures of the flesh. I have never forgotten those years and those wonderful experiences as I first explored the world of sex. For so long I dreamt of those times and those experiences and wished I could revisit my youth. Now I get that chance on a regular basis and it is simply wonderful. Guys that age, the age I like to choose them, are always so eager to please, to do a good job for me. Their bodies are always hard and taut and I can feel their desire for me through their skin. They are so sweet the way they get nervous the first time they touch me and kiss me and fuck me. Sometimes its like I cannot get enough of them. A young man’s penis is guaranteed to bring me pleasure. Older guys might be more experienced but they do not throb and explode like my younger ones. Boys at that age are so virile. Their cocks are things of wonder, the way they swell and pulsate. In my hand and in my mouth and especially in my vagina. Their cocks feel as if they are alive all on their own. When I have a young guy, a boy old enough to be my son, on top of me or entering me from behind, his cock always feels harder and closer to bursting than any man my own age ever could. I get fascinated with their balls. I crave to fondle those hard, little eggs, to cup them in my hand and stroke them with my fingers. I delight in their big loads of semen. I like to imagine how virile are my young lovers, their balls holding so much powerful “baby making stuff”. Younger guys produce impressive amounts of semen, even when cumming the second or third time. There is no better feeling for a woman “my age” than to make it shoot from a young cock. The way it gushes, into my mouth or my vagina, and fills me up always gives me a powerful feeling of validation. No so long ago, I had a “normal” life – married and happy. I had only slept with three boyfriends before I met my husband. I would say I was inexperienced sexually and somewhat lacking in confidence. We got married and had a beautiful daughter. He forged a successful career and I started my own business. It made sense to describe myself as happy. Somehow, I knew the sex was not all it could be. Yes, I was inexperienced but I always felt that our sex life could be more exciting – more satisfying. But my husband never seemed to mind. Even when, a few years ago, I tried to spice things up with lingerie and mention of different positions, nothing changed. I tried not to think about it too much because I felt in love and loved in return. As a result, I never really worried he would chase his pleasure elsewhere. So it was a shock a couple of years ago to realise he had his eye on a younger woman. At first, I was crushed. Then I took action. I changed my eating habits to lose some weight. I started going to the gym and did thousands of squats to improve my butt. Then I even went overseas to have my breasts “fixed”. Mostly I wanted to correct the effects of gravity but I went a little bigger as well – between a ‘B’ and a 'C’-cup. Our sex life stayed the same a