This past week-end, I had the opportunity to meet someone with whom I have been talkign on line quite a bit. She is married, ostensibly in an “open relationship”, though since I have never spoken with her husband that could be a lie. I don’t really care (sin:greed?) – right now I need a relatively local sexual release that will not interfere with the developing long-distance romantic relationship I find myself sliding into.
The woman I met this weekend is a self-described slut. As with most women whom I meet in this manner, she is not actively what society would tend to label as such. It’s a matter of her internal drives, which is why she seeks out someone such as me, a place where she can let loose and “be a slut” for an afternoon, with me to remind her that she is one, and to use her to a degree that allows her to feel that her sexual drive has outpaced her ability to stay in control.
Ah, how academic of me.
I will admit that I was a little dissapointed when I first saw her, as she is somewhat fatter than her pictures had suggested. I knew that she was not going to be lithe, but I did not expect the overhanging belly. In all other respects, she is quite attractive. We talked for a while and then proceeded to the hotel room.
I am not going to go into graphic detail about the afternoon, but it was very satisfying. She is obedient and sexually voracious. Very quick to orgasm, which I entertained myself with for several hours. I do not think I approached her pain limit, and I do have a concern that my personal limitfor inflicting pain may wind up being below her need for it eventually.
I am not a very young man any more, and her body was not particularly thrilling visually, so it is a testament to our chemistry that I remained “ready” and was able to satisfy myself several times with her in such a short time. We discussed the high probability of this becoming an ongoing “thing” before she left.
I am concerned however, part way through the afternoon, she mentioned her husband’s increased “snoopiness” – then yesterday we didn’t ahve a chance to talk much, but she mentioned briefly that there had been some sort of disagreement between them over her “time management” over the weekend.
I am going to have to get her to honestly explain what she meant by these two tidbits, and it will be a shame if I have to stop seeing her, but I don’t intend to be a part of her marital friction.
