Thinking back to those days pre-Ruf, I was out there looking for sex.
Well, actually, strictly speaking, I was looking for love. Just in all the wrong places.
In those days, the only internet sites available were dating sites. Not that that meant they were not places to procure sexual encounters. It just meant that you had to go through the charade of filling out a profile which gave the impression that you were looking for a relationship.
I had various newly-single female friends complaining bitterly that these sites were a waste of time if you were looking for anything more than just a casual sexual encounter… or a series of casual sexual encounters with the same man but with no strings or commitment.
As a married woman, I didn’t feel it was fair to put myself onto such a site.
So, what did I do?
Well, in fact, I used the various hobby forums of which I was a member to look for a suitable candidate.
He came into my life very quickly and needed no encouragement. But, before we got to more than telephone sex, he broke my heart and almost his marriage by falling in love.
So, it was back to the drawing board.
Most of the men who came into my sphere after that were also married. And, after my first experience, I didn’t feel comfortable chatting up a man with the sole purpose of making him doubt his own relationship.
Eventually I found a single man who seemed to fit the bill. Not someone that I might fall in love with, who might want me to leave my children.
He was incredibly shy and deliberately chosen because he was not very attractive… but I was determined.
He clearly found my own charms particularly seductive so I decided that he would be the one to take me through the infidelity barrier.
I know, I know, I can hear what you’re thinking. How cheaply did I sell myself…? But it was a means to an end.
After a courtship of several months, we reached the point where online sex was just not enough.
A date was set. Travel arrangements were made. A hotel was booked.
From the moment that I picked him up from the station in my car, I knew that I did not fancy him at all. But, at that point, it didn’t actually matter. So long as he had the hots for me, that would be enough.
We got to our room and began chatting. Alcohol was imbibed to break the ice.
There was kissing.
And then I removed my outer clothing to reveal Joanna Cake in her full glory.
Black lacy basque, suspenders and lace topped black stockings.
Standing on the bed, legs astride I had one eye on him and the other on my reflection in the mirror.
I looked stunning! Even with my anorexic brain, I remember thinking that.
I was 5’3 and about 100lbs. A slender form with big boobs, tiny waist and an extremely pert bottom.
He had seen it all before online but never in the flesh and he was clearly aroused.
We began kissing.
His hands went between my legs and he made me come.
My hand went between his to discover…
Despite my best attentions, he just couldn’t keep it up. He was completely overwhelmed. And then he revealed that it was his first time.
Having said that, he may have been inexperienced but he kept me coming all night. In the morning, he apologised for his poor showing before asking if he could see me again.
I dropped him at the station knowing that I would never see him again.
But he struggled to take no for an answer.
He was not a stalker… but he could so easily have been.
A few years later, internet sites for people who wanted casual sex without the pretence of wanting commitment began to become available. Sites like XXX Sex Guides.
Now women don’t have to trawl the internet looking for suitable strangers and then going through all sorts of shenanigans to work out whether they will actually be able to perform on the night.
You can just sign up and put yourself in front of men in a particular area who are being honest about the fact that they are after the same thing.
It is now possible to have the fun without the fake and minus the fear that you might not both have the same goal in mind.
I wonder what it would have been like with such a man? Someone that I actually fancied. A man with experience who could have helped me to explore some of my darker imaginings… but no intention of turning it into something more permanent.
Perhaps I might even still be married…
Originally posted 2013-08-18 14:41:50. Republished by Blog Post Promoter