For the writing prompt “outdoors” though being a city boy this was as outdoors as I tend to get. I wrote this in bits and pieces. I do love my iPhone and the ability to write on the go. One more prompt that I think will be a continuation of this one.
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Date: The Mousy Museum Worker
I tend to talk big online, but most of the dates I go on are relatively boring. I was in a five year monogamous relationship that ended badly a little over a year ago and ever since I have been on a dating tear. So I tend to go on a lot of dates with new people all the time, most of which I find online. I’m looking for someone to hold my interest, but so far none have held it for any more than a week or two with the exception of The Librarian who I dated for about three months and met on Craig’s list and The Musician who actually lived with me for two months and who I met on some forum somewhere.
More than anything else online dating has become a thing to do. A hobby almost. I’m not specifically looking for sex most of the time. I’d actually be happy enough with some new friends, but new playmates are equally important. The primary qualification is intelligence, with sexy and open minded close behind.
Often my luck in dating over the last year has surprised me. I don’t consider myself a catch really, I’m a chubby sort of overly sarcastic wannabe intellectual who has fits of shyness and is much better on paper than real life. Still in the past 13 months I have had a good run. Before my long relationship I had some interesting times as well.
I’m giving you a little back up so that my stories make a little more sense.
This is leading up to last night and The Mouse.
The Mouse is a little thing, although roughly my height she is somehow shorter somehow. She doesn’t have the best posture. She is 22 and works in a museum. She finished her degree early and is going for a Masters in something vague and obscure. These are things that tend to turn me on.
When it comes to dating (as well as all things) I compartmentalize. I filter. I pre-judge. There are sex dates, kink dates, fun dates and smart dates. This was definitely the later.
It was our second date, the first time we just met for a drink and some dinner. It went well enough, nothing really memorable. She seemed painfully shy, which made me bolder and more outgoing. She has braces, which I find odd. Combined with her body language and sort of awkward Pretty in Pink handmade clothes she seemed even younger than her age which is already ten years my junior.
After the first date I had to go on a trip out of the country and I came back to a few messages from her wondering how things went, wondering when we would go out again. We made plans for a museum, discussion, possibly dinner after.
We ended up on my couch.
I have specific tastes, but sometimes it is fun to find someone with completely opposite (physical) characteristic from what I am used to. The Mouse is somewhat thin. Maybe a size 8. Hardly any breasts. Maybe an A cup. No tattoos here. No fancy underpants. Hell, she goes to church.
We flirted in the museum, we brought up a shared love of rice pudding. She commented that I should make her some. She commented on me making her something or showing her something at my place a few times. Eventually I got the point and the next thing I knew we were headed to my apartment.
On the couch after the perfunctory look around the apartment and banter, the kissing started. It’s always interesting finding new lips, new necks, new buttons to push and mysteries to solve. She is such a good girl I kept keeping my eye out for some speed bump, some stop sign. I didn’t want to go farther than she was comfortable with, but before I knew it she was naked on my couch and there didn’t seem to be any doubts.
I often find awkwardness attractive. She was certainly awkward. In nothing but glasses and braces she had an enthusiasm that was comical and hot at the same time.
She got shockingly wet. Impressively wet. I kissed every inch of her and when I went down on her she seemed shocked by the sensation. I wondered exactly how inexperienced she was. She mentioned in passing during the date former boyfriends, various dates, so on. Still as she came and then collapsed into a fit of giggles I felt like I was an experiment or an adventure.
In bed she grasped my cock with one hand tightly. It reminded me of high school. She pulled and examined.
“Show me how to… touch you…” she said, not meeting my eyes.
I took her hand, we played, I let her explore. Then we rolled around together, rubbing and gasping. I wondered exactly what I should do next. I moved to my nightstand, she watched with a questioning look. I pulled out a condom. She settled back.
Inexperience doesn’t turn me on, per se, but as I said variety is always interesting and taking a break from aggressive girls was fun.
What happened next was a little odd. You see… things didn’t exactly fit. There was certainly a lot of good intentions, not to mention lubrication, but it seemed like it just wasn’t happening so we settled for a lot of rubbing and grinding and so on which made her happy, but left me unsatisfied. She realized this and took me, awkwardly at first, into her mouth. I was concerned, her braces, her inexperience, but things went well. When I felt myself nearing I groaned out a warning. She kept going, never letting up.
We then fell asleep.
Today she told me she knew all along that this was going to happen. She even brought a change of underwear. Who would have known? This mousy girl who wanted to walk around in museums with me was a second date fuck.
Thus proving again that I am old and I can’t read women.
Prose: Pet
We start kissing in the cab, my hand sneaking under her dress when the driver isn’t paying attention. She was waxed clean and smooth and always wet, my little pet, and that made it so my fingers slipped right in perfectly. She slaps me away, wanting to be a good girl until we get inside.
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Intro
I’m a reasonably normal person. Like a lot of people I think I am a little smarter than most. I’m witty, I’m sarcastic, I am occasionally arrogant. I am often fascinated. I like to examine things, situations and people. I can be very patient when I feel I need to be. I am very well read. I am addicted to Wikipedia. I like reading about sex and people’s sex lives. I like finding out secrets.
My kinks are varied. I am a very curious person. I am very willing to participate in someone else’s fantasy even if their kink isn’t exactly mine. I am a voyeur, though I like to be an acknowledged audience as opposed to a spy. I enjoy participating in a girl’s pleasure or more accurately being in control of it. More than any other kink I enjoy being in control of someone’s pleasure.
I like rough play, a little bondage, some spanking. I am certainly dominant, though I am not into lifestyle D/s master/slave type relationships. I think roles are a bit more fluid for me. I like to play. When I get into a role I am in it all the way, but I don’t like to live roles.
I am not a sadist, I do not get off hurting someone physically or emotionally, though I understand some people’s desire to be hurt or humiliated and I have been involved in things more intense than spanking and more humiliating than name calling when the need was made clear.
I like withholding pleasure or prolonging it. Long teasing sessions. I am patient and can hold out for long periods watching a girl squirm and beg.
As I said, I like writing about sex and reading about sex. I will read about pretty much any sex act as long as it is well written. There are some very wild stories online and I have read some of the darkest, filthiest and hottest. I see a real difference between fantasy and reality and how some things are better left as words on a page. I often read and write about things I do not condone in real life.
Physically I am usually attracted to women who are curvy, be that just buxom and sultry or chubby and soft. I tend to like short girls (under 5’4″). I’ll just say it outright, I like big tits. Big tits and big asses. Chubby little sluts are my favorite things in the world. Chubby little sluts who will call me Sir/Daddy… I’m pretty much powerless against them.
More than any physical trait, I’m attracted to intelligence. I like well read women. Librarians, teachers, professors, writers, musicians, etc are all a plus.
Last year I ended the longest relationship of my life which lasted about 5 years. I’m not particularly looking for something long term now. Now are the hunting days. I’m having a lot of fun out there, but I’m very safe and I haven’t found someone to share a lot of the secrets I have and will talk about in this journal.