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The Money Question... Part 2

My last post got me thinking a little more about who should pay? And no, I don't mean for sex!! :) I mean on a date! As I already said I never 'expect' a man to pay when I go out, especially if I am dating a single man, but recently I have discovered that some men 'expect' a woman to pay, especially an older woman. I found this when I dated - only on 4 occasions - a much younger man, who seemed to assume an older woman would pick up the tab, maybe as young women have been expecting older men to pay since the dawn of time. I may well have been slightly older (9 years), but I do have certain standards, and if someone doesn't even offer to pay it puts my back up. He went one stage further and that's why it only lasted 4 dates. On the first date we were meeting for a very quick coffee to see if there was any chemistry. He sent a text to let me know he was running a few minutes late and would I get him a coffee when I got my own? I didn't object, its

Delightful mail....2

And he followed it up with this beauty too :) It really has got me thinking this afternoon, and that's what a mail is meant to do!! Its just a shame today I am on my own working and I'm not around a man I can take my pent up sexual frustration out on :) xxx Cradled between your tender thighs I lift you to my mouth. The abundance of your wetness greets me and my mouth overflows with your warm essence. Your sweet taste is on my tongue and your fragrance delights my senses. No gentle lick this visit. No bashful cautious approach For I wish to consume you. Push against my hungry mouth As the tip of my tongue slides up the slippery furrow that welcomes me between rows of delicate pink petals. Thrust against my generous tongue. Show me the power of your desire for my oral caress. My exploring tongue lifts the hood and finds your smooth firm pearl. You squeal in that unique way, signaling that I have found your special spot. I harden in response. My jaws protests what my open mouth

Delightful mail....1

I received an email on Illicit Encounters today, and it was a delightful way to grab my attention. It didn't tell me anything about him, or why he had mailed me, and it was, of course, a cut and paste effort that I normally dismiss for lack of effort, but it had the desired effect by making me tingle! :) I thought I would share it with you and give you something to smile about on this dull January day xxx Lover's Dance Glistening bodies entwined in an ageless erotic dance, seeking pleasures from each other, seeking wonder and romance. She touches his face with tenderness. He draws her body near. Aching, needing hunger will make their destiny clear. Their lips meet in soft kisses, their tongues begin passion's war. Forgotten now, the outside world. All is here, behind this door. He strokes her body tenderly, she arches up for his caress. He finds her silken portal and her womanly wetness. She moans in fiery desire and pulls his hand away, wishing to end this exquisite tort

The Money Question... Part 1

My week started off badly, with my car breaking down outside a friends house. It left me firstly with the dilemma of how to get it to the garage, and secondly wondering how to pay for it when I am just recovering from Christmas and a monster pile of bills including road tax, insurance and a faulty water tank, so my bank account is looking redder than Dorothy's shoes! Since I gave up the rat race and my ridiculously huge salary, to live my simpler life as a photographer and writer, I have left the material world behind me and thoroughly enjoyed it, and it's only when several bills slap you around the face that you wish you were back on the road earning £70,000 a year. There's only one thing worse than being skint, and that's being skint and single. If you're a cash strapped couple, at least you can spend evenings cuddled up on the sofa or weekends in the bedroom. But when it's only me, a bottle of cheap red and a Jackie Collins bonkbuster before bedtime - w

Sad but funny...

I thought I would share a rather bizarre conversation I had last night, it made me laugh and I thought you might enjoy it. Only online would you have men behaving like this, and only online would I have the opportunity to have some fun with it! I was busy working, with several sites open, several programs open, and my task bar was full. So when the conversation appeared on MSN, from a guy I haven't spoken to in months, I opened it with the intention of closing it down almost immediately. I had too much occupying me without having to make banal small talk with a relative stranger, and was in the middle of something crucial, but then, sometimes, someone throws you a curve ball and you realise that its good to have a brief moment away from work. We had only chatted once before, it was relatively dull, I didn't really find anything mentally stimulating about him, although I do remember his picture being very hot, but last night I had better things to do with my time, or so I th

The Fear.....

I am frequently asked why I date married men, or unattainable men, and why I don't find 'one of my own'. I was asked again today and it made me think about it. You know I've tried the single-man thing, even recently, but I always seem to return to the attached men and the life I love. I have never considered finding a man is going to be a solution to any problems I may have. I don't have 'the fear', the bizarre feeling some women, of a certain age, experience when they find themselves alone. I haven't 'needed' a man but I have 'wanted' one occasionally. It is a state I have been in for many years, I love the peace and quiet of solitude. I admit I miss the occasional hug, cuddle or more, but thankfully I am self sufficient, independent, happy in my own skin and at peace with the knowledge that I like who I am. I don't 'need' to be fulfilled by a man, he isn't going to 'complete me' because I am fairly whole to be

Another new blog....

I know, I know, I hear you cry 'Not another one, 4 is enough!!' But I quite fancied the idea of this one, and it really wouldn't fit in to any of my others, so, as of today, I will be welcoming all my followers to join my new blog The Questions of a Curious Mistress :) Strange title you say? Yes, it is, but the idea is I ask a question, an interesting, thought provoking question, sometimes serious, sometimes funny, and YOU contribute to make this blog successful and fun reading. I will be posing a question, and you will answer it :) That sounds too much like hard work, it sounds like you need to know lots of useless facts, but you'll be wrong. They will be love and sex related interesting questions, the sort you would love to ask all of your friends at a dinner party :) And of course you are welcome to steal them for your next get together or party :) Examples of the questions I will be posing are: If you were to complete the phrase 'A life without love ....'

January...

I will freely admit I'm climbing the walls!! I've been stuck in the house, out of action, since before Christmas! I had to get Christmas out of the way, and all of my usual male 'friends' were, naturally, caught up doing family things. Then I was sick for several days and couldn't have been charming and fabulous if you'd paid me. And now, the gods have been against me. I've been snow-bound, in my tiny village, and it just seems to be getting worse. It's endless, and there seems to be no relief where we can all get back to some normality. Thankfully I work from home, so I don't have to worry about getting into an office, also this is the quietest time of the year for my business so I had already planned January for a relaxing writing month. Catching up on paperwork but allowing myself some time to edit the novel and possibly finish it. Admittedly I have had plenty of time to do this, and I've been making excellent progress, but sadly I've had

Those lost loves...

I'm curled up in bed, sick, but thankfully I have my TV and DVD to keep me company (and sane), and I've just finished watching 'An Affair to Remember'. I've still got tears in my eyes, and I don't know anyone who doesn't shed a tear for this fabulous film. It's definitely an 'afternoon, curled up in bed' type of film, and if you haven't seen it then you really must. It's amazing, I love it. Cary Grant and Deborah Kerr at their best. Every time I watch it I think of the men I have loved in my life. There haven't been many, I don't fall in love easily, and have pretty good control of my feelings. But a film like this doesn't stop me thinking of the loves I've lost and those relationships that didn't have the opportunity to reach their full potential due to circumstances, timing or fate. I'm sure in a 'Parallel Lines' life I'm happily married, settled down, barefoot and pregnant, or I'm floating

IE Press release....

Snowed-In Spouses Flock to Affairs Site A UK-based extra-marital dating site has received a huge surge in traffic today, presumed to be caused by the number of men and woman forced to work from home during the bad weather. IllicitEncounters .com, which provides a platform for married people to conduct affairs, has seen an unexpected increase in visitors over the last 24 hours, and has received a record number of new profiles this morning. The site reports that the majority of new members are registering from areas worst hit by this week's extreme weather, including Hampshire, Berkshire, and the West Country, and has taken on several temporary staff members to cope with the rush. Spokesperson for the site Sara Hartley comments, "In light of these figures, I'd be interested to see how much work those "working from home" have actually done!" "The adverse weather has obviously influenced many sign-ups." continues Sara. "Usually, the West Country i

Did Santa Come?...

No, tut tut, I don't mean did he deposit the contents of his sack under your tree!! :) I mean, did he bring you all something lovely? Sadly, he brought me and my family the mother of all stomach bugs that has left us all bedridden for a week - and not the good way I'd like to stay in bed! But he did bring me lots of lovely things, especially before Christmas, which is when my Christmas day actually is. I usually have several celebrations depending on when my 'friends' are available. It's a crazy time of the year for all those attached dads out there, with kids off school and the Mrs hanging around, and it's hard to fit the mistress into the equation, especially near the actual day. So I've always been very accommodating and I've never complained about having more than one restaurant serving me an exquisite turkey dinner and several bottles of champagne in the lead up. I also can't complain about Santa managing to find time to fit me in early. I

Phone numbers....

Am I the only one who deletes phone numbers when they are either:- a. no longer needed because we tried it, it didn't work and it is over and done with, b. no longer needed because he was a cock before we even got chance to meet, c. there was nothing to be over and done with, cos we swapped numbers but never got any further than one text, because we got distracted elsewhere, and now I can't remember who he is! :) Either way, I delete the number because my phone would be full of random names, I wouldn't be able to keep track, and I'd take too long scrolling past them when I have a cool joke to send to someone I actually know and like :) Anyway, the reason I ask is because the season of goodwill has been upon us once again, and the time to wish everyone in your phone a merry Christmas, and a happy new year, has arrived. Of course the fact that practically everyone is drunk late at night doesn't help matters. In the past 2 weeks I have received 18 Merry Christmas/H

Where have you done it? ....

I've just received a book I ordered, about Sex in public places, and it sparked a conversation with my current 'potential' as to where we have been naughty. It started quite innocently, but suddenly all the mental pictures of where I had 'done it' came flooding back. It made me curious where my fans and followers had tried it. I recently spoke to another 'potential' who was very new to the world of infidelity. I asked him what he wanted to try with his mistress that he had never experienced before, a fantasy or something he'd always wanted to try but never had the balls to ask for. He literally blushed on his web cam, and said 'Anywhere outdoors, in fact, anywhere other than the bedroom!' After a lengthy discussion about exactly what he meant, it turned out he'd only experienced bed sex, for his entire sexual past. Never on the stairs, never in a car (even in his teen years), never on the sofa, never outside etc. I felt so sorry for him