Saying it all. . .

Unless my guy is visiting me, it’s pretty safe to assume that my sex-life consists of therapeutic sex with really old men. I cultivate a stable of older gentlemen who allow me to play with them, have intelligent conversations with me, take me to dinner, give me advice, and are generally not that demanding. And I’m happy to make them feel virile and manly. The satisfaction, for me, is not so much physical as mental. I take joy from knowing that I’ve make the world a little more peaceful, one orgasm at a time.

So, when a friend of mine alerted me to the fact that there was a woman coming to town this weekend looking for a fun evening for her and her guy, I couldn’t resist contacting Mandy to see if we might be compatible. So thrilling to think I might get a chance to spend some time having sex for the pure enjoyment of it. . .with a lovely lady and her guy on their very first threesome. I arranged to meet her at the airport for a drink to assure that we get along (always important when two women plan to lick each other at some later time). . .and tentatively planned a get together for late that night when her guy would be able to get away from the set for a while.

My guy was a bit concerned for me. . .he’s all for the playing, but there is a certain amount of risk involved in meeting new people for sex. Especially when there are two of them and only one of me. To be brutally honest, I’m pretty sure that I can handle just about anything that one person can throw at me. . .whether that is to verbally put them in their place, or physically fight them off. . .I am equally sure that two people could do pretty much anything they wanted and I would have a very hard time stopping them. So, before I agreed to meet with Mandy, I gave my guy her name and personal information as well as the name of the friend who hooked us up. Not thinking anything bad will happen, but best to take as many precautions as possible.

So, I was waiting at the airport bar when this stunning brunette walks in. She’s carrying the big red leather bag that I’ve been told to look for. . .and seems to be searching for someone. So I make eye contact, confirm that it is her, and the talking starts. And we hit it off. . .just like old friends. . .and started to get excited about the idea of having some seriously wild time together. . .we parted ways when her guy came to get her, shared a nice peck. . .and exchanged numbers so she could let me know when was a good time to come over and surprise the shit out of her guy. I hadn’t even made it back to my house before she texted to say “be here at 11 tonight. . .wear a peekaboo bra so we can see those lovely piercings, and let’s get sweaty”. . .WOOHOO!

I showed up, and we were all a little nervous. . .so we mixed some drinks and spent some time chatting. . .when Joe, her guy, went to the bathroom, I told her we needed to break the ice and gently cupped her face while I kissed her more deeply.  This was Mandy’s first time being with another woman, and Joe’s first time with two women. She had a list of rules. . .rules of engagement. . .I was allowed to participate in kissing and breast play with her. . .no genital contact. . .I was allowed to share a blowjob with her, both of us pleasing her guy. . .Joe was not allowed penetration with me. . .but could give me head, and play with my breasts. . .it isn’t uncommon for a lady to go into her first 3-way with this kinda mindset. . .I promised that I wouldn’t go anywhere that she hadn’t invited me. . .I was pretty confident that the moment would take her and everything would flow. . .

We started out with Joe sitting across the room watching us kissing and caressing on the couch. . .Mandy has beautiful D-cups. . .and a nice curvy body. . .and was just harsh enough with my nipple piercings. . .I had my thigh between her legs and was gently grinding when she reached down, moved my thong to the side, and began tentatively fingering me. . .so, i figured that genital contact was no longer taboo, and got my first experience with her lovely puss.

Mandy has this tiny little mons. . .and an amazingly tight little puss. . .it was difficult for me to get two fingers inside her. . .she looked across at Joe and said “Mmmm, baby. . .wet pussy”. . .I leaned down close to her ear and asked if I could taste her. . .when she said yes, I wiggled down, and just before I dove in, I looked at Joe and pointed out that Mandy’s mouth was unoccupied. . .and then I sank into her lovely puss. . .she tasted just the slightest bit sour, intriguing, heavenly. . .and her tiny little clit was like an elusive ladybug. . .I had to keep probing and searching just to brush it. . .which means I was really digging in and putting a lot of pressure on her mons with my whole face. . .I looked up to see Joe fucking her mouth . . .and she came in under 5 minutes. . .bucking her hips and clasping my head with her thighs. . .moaning and squealing around Joe’s cock.  It was purely lovely. And we were far from done. . .

Mandy sat up with an angelic grin and asked Joe to sit down so that we could play with him for a bit. And he sat on the couch while we took turns sucking and licking his cock and completely hairless balls. They both got super tidy for me. . .how kind. We were all touching and tasting and breathing each other in. . .and Mandy asked if she could taste my puss. . .oh, my. . .i just about melted. She looks so sweet and straight-laced. . .and had this incredibly innocent anticipation shining out of her eyes. . .I sat her on the couch, got Joe to kneel in front of her and fuck that lovely puss. . .and climbed up to place my pretty pansy right in front of her face. . .I looked down into her eyes and said “You let me know if you are at all bothered, ok?” And she lifted her head and ran a broad flat tongue boldly from deep between my thighs all the way up to my clit. . .Holy Shit! She may be inexperienced, but she certainly makes up for that with her enthusiasm. . .i ended up leaning back on Joe’s chest while he pumped her and I lay on top of her being licked like the world’s best ice cream cone. . .

And the night went on and on. . .we talked, we fucked. . .penetration did occur. . .at Mandy’s request. . .and she got really hot when she got to lick both Joe and I while he fucked me from behind. We played with toys. Looked at porn on the web. Changed into fishnet lingerie. . .at one point Joe took me aside and said “when you ate her. . .even I can’t make her cum that quickly. . .I think you should do that some more. . .”

It was later, in their bed, when we were recovering from my first strap-on experience. . .Mandy fucked me in missionary while Joe fucked her from behind. . .that Mandy lifted her head from our puppy pile of bodies to look at the clock. . .and said “Holy Shit, it’s 5:38″. . .oh, my goodness. . .it only seemed like an hour or two. . .but when I thought back, they had each had about 6 orgasms. . .and this latest round had been spurred by the fact that I had not yet had even one. . .they really wanted to give me that. And they did.

It’s been a long time since I got home at 6 AM. And it wasn’t until later in the day that I realized that I ached in my entire body. . .my puss is slightly puffy and tender from all the wild pounding and licking and biting. . .my nipples are incredibly sore in that way that reminds me every time I move that they have been well loved. . .I removed a splinter from my tummy. . .none of us can think of any way that could have occured. And the inside of my upper lip is busted. It was this last wound that I was explaining to my guy last night on the phone.

I had been telling him about my adventure for a while when I came to this story. . .and he had been making those “ahhh. . .mmmm. . .oooo. . .” noises for a while in response to hearing my tale. . .when I started this part of the story he said “just keep talking, baby”

“So, this was how her third orgasm went. . .We came in from smoking in the garage, and Mandy and I were on the couch. . .I had my head between her thighs and was revisiting her lovely little clit. I couldn’t actually get her clit into my mouth. It’s much too small. . .so, I was experimenting with sucking on her entire pussy, gently nibbling the lips, fucking her with my tongue while i rubbed my nose on her clit. She had her legs over my shoulders, and kept clasping my head with her thighs. . .you know how wonderful that feels. . .Joe came over at that point and again gave her his package to play with. . .he had a metal ball restraint on at that point so he was all nicely packaged up and just ripe for sucking. . .so, she’s licking his balls while i’m dining. . .and she’s getting so excited that she’s bucking. . .” 

and right at that moment I hear the groan over the phone line. I love it when I make him cum just with my warm sleepy voice telling dirty stories. 
 

“mmmm. . .I love that sound. . .she’s bucking her hips and pinning me to her puss with her legs, and she bashed my lip with her pussy. She apologized later when I pointed it out, and I told her not to worry about it. You know the sex was good when you come out of it with a couple of minor wounds.”

“Thanks so much for telling me that story, baby. I’m so glad you can share these things with me. Now I’m all drained and exhausted.” It’s late where I am, but it’s hours later in his world. And I’ve kept him up late with my story.

“That’s ok, lover” I said. “I’m still exhausted too. It wasn’t until today that I realized how exhausted and sore I am.”

“Can’t. . .fuck. . .any. . .more. . .” he said through his chuckling. 

“Yeah, my back is killing me. . .from arching it too much”

The chuckle grew up into a laugh. “Occupational hazard?” he said, when he finally regained control. 

We both went to bed smiling. . .and I am once again reminded that my life is absolutely fabulous.

~Lola

Today, S was supposed to come over. It’s been weeks since we had a chance to play. . .and though he is older and not as virile as he claims to have been before we met. . .he does know how to lick a girl, is a freaky old man, and usually lets me play for a while, then just wants to cuddle. . .which is fine with me. Though we haven’t been able to even do that lately. He’s been in and out of the hospital for lung trouble. . .calcified lymph nodes. . .so, kinda hard to be vigorous and wild when you can’t breathe.

Now, add to my day. . .i bought some tickets on line today to fly away for the weekend. . .stupid move, really. . .never count on the money that may be coming in. . .and the payment i was counting on didn’t come through today, so, i’m flat broke and a little stressed. . .good thing that I’m driving up to visit J tomorrow. That will take care of the hunger that was teased thinking S would be here. . .granted, J isn’t nearly as much fun, has a fascination with my ass, and would love nothing more than to be the only man i see. . .each time his jealousy rears it’s ugly little head, i point out that it is really none of his business who i sleep with. . .and completely rude of him to even mention it. . .He is ever apologetic at these times, but the damage has been done. Just the fact that the words left his lips means he is already feeling too proprietary toward me. . .and that may be partly my fault. . .I am the one who agreed to see him once a week.  I don’t enjoy playing with him so much that I would do so despite his possessiveness . . .and then there’s his obsession with “running into his ex-wife” with me on his arm. . .I know that I’m nothing so much as an ornament to J. . .and that’s ok. . .I have no problem going to nice dinners, drinking good wine, being indulged and flattered. . .if it means I am seen in public towering over a small, round, gray haired man, that’s ok. . .appearances have never mattered to me. The women may scowl when viewing me on his arm. . .i can’t decide if they are more offended by his “foolishness” in “dating” someone as young as me, or if they are upset because I must be a hooker to be willing to go out with someone so much older than me. . .either way, their pettiness doesn’t really matter to me. . .most of the time i find it pretty amusing. . .but again, the drive he has for her to see him in that situation leads him to assume we’re friends, or worse, that i’m his mistress. . .and i’m sorry, but if I were his mistress, i’d be living much better than i am. . .everyone has their price, but i’m pretty fucking expensive. . .

so, though S is apologetic about standing me up, I will be taken care of tomorrow. . .and as for the payment, no doubt, that will arrive as well, and all things will be right with my universe again. . .

wow. . .i went back and tried to clarify some of my rambling. . .but, hey. . .there will be a question and answer session at the end of the presentation. . .

~Lola

For the purposes of this blog, we are gonna call me Lola. And I’m going to refer to you, generally, as friend. . .I imagine you to be voyeuristic at first. . .or bored. . .but if I draw you in with my little secrets, I like to think that you will be understanding and entertained. . .

I’m a single mom. . .I have two elementary school aged children. . .and I recently quit a job as a retail manager. I want to move forward with my life. I’ve been divorced for two and a half years. . .and I think I’ve finally repaired the damage enough to look at the future. . .and I want it to be better than it is.

I met my husband in college, moved to California with him after graduation, and married him a year later. I have two BAs. . .my ex has one, and is one credit away from finishing a second, but that has been the case since we graduated college. When I married him, I thought that I was embarking on a journey of excitement and discovery. . .instead, I gave up my growth to support his whims. . .It is only now, looking back, that I see that I struggled to grow for a while. . .I tried to expand my mind and my life. . .and pushing against the criticism got harder and harder. . .and I lost myself. . .completely and utterly lost myself.

Now, more than two years after D-day, I feel that tide turning. . .I’m starting to wake up and look around. And I’m not liking what I’m seeing. Granted, it’s better than it was when I was married. . .It may have been easier to make ends meet, but it sure was harder to breathe. . .

The upshot of this awakening is that I’m experiencing the kind of life defining moments that most people experience when they first venture out into the world. . .I’m looking around and realizing that I spent so much time nurturing and supporting others that I forgot to nurture and support Lola. I don’t know where I fit in the world. I don’t know what career suits me.

My jobs have been exclusively in the service industries. . .did time as everything from a waitress to massage studio attendant. Yeah, that means I worked in a massage parlor. . .I’ll tell you about it some time. . .I’m sure it will come up in one of my stories.  Right now, I’m unemployed. Living on the money I managed to save up from my last job, and working here and there to make ends meet. . .odd jobs, filing, under the table work. . .anything really. . .It’s nice not having anything to do day to day, but I’m feeling a bit restless without having somewhere specific to go and something to do. . .so, I applied for a retail store here. . .an adult store that emphasizes education and personal awareness. . .and I’m going on Sunday to audition for a Burlesque Dance Troop here in town. I’ve never had a problem with nudity. . .mine or anyone else’s. . .but i do have a problem with being shy onstage and overly self-conscious. . .I’m hoping that the girls in this group will be able to help me overcome some of my shyness. . .and gain some of the self confidence that I lost so long ago. . .I’m not a bad looking woman, but I feel like I live my life under the spotlight. I know that this is illusion. . .but I feel like everyone is watching, waiting for me to screw it up. . .and I can’t live my life always feeling that way. . .so, I figure the only thing to do is exactly what I want to do. . .be completely myself. . .and damn the consequences. . .When I get the job at the sex shop, they will help me figure out what classes I am qualified to teach. . .and, barring that, I will get to host toy parties. . .show up to a house and explain sex toy options to a bachelorette party. . .that kinda thing. . .and the few people who are aware of it all agree that there could be no finer place for me to work. . .

So, since I live nowhere. . .and have no face. . .and no connection to anything connected to this. . .I’m just gonna write it down. . .I have to say it and believe that someone is reading it. . .doesn’t really matter if I’m just shouting into a void. . .belief is all that matters. . .

Check in, and maybe I’ll entertain you. . .

~Lola