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7 Ways to Tell You’re Just a Booty Call (and/or that Your S.O. has Probably Moved On)

  1. He/She doesn’t show any interest in any of the things that interest you
  2. He/She doesn’t buy you gifts “just because”, or for holidays, or ever
  3. He/She doesn’t take you anywhere and always says “No” when you ask them to do something with you (outside of the bedroom)
  4. He/She stops inviting you over to his/her house
  5. He/She forgets your birthday, even after being reminded it’s coming up
  6. He/She only hears what he/she wants you to want, not what you actually want
  7. He/She can only find 3-4 hours a week to spend time with you – sequestered alone in your bedroom, working at least 50% of the time and ‘letting’ you please him/her the rest of the time

Don’t find out the hard way 😦

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Stepping Out

Stepping Out

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Last weekend I stepped out on Mick.

Things with him have been driving me batty. I felt like I needed a break in perspective (whatever that means).

So, Wednesday I turned my Tinder profile back on, changed my distance settings from 10 miles to 50 and started swiping (left mostly).

As (bad) luck would have it, I matched with someone whose profile seemed pretty awesome. Especially the fact that it stated he was moving to Steamboat Springs (3 hours away) at the beginning of June. (He currently lives almost 40 minutes from my house so, even if he wasn’t moving, that in itself would be enough reason for me not to want to get too involved.)

Perfect! Something fun and very temporary.

Whatever… That’s not how it turned out.

I sent him a note and waited to see if he would respond. Within 24 hours he did:

OK great… I’m moving to Steamboat Springs and Tinder finally lights up.

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Put a Label On It

Put a Label On It

I was finally able to talk to Alaska Saturday afternoon.

After a little over three months of letting him fuck me and violate me and humiliate me, I thought it was time I knew where I stood in his life:

He doesn’t take me out places.

We haven’t been to dinner together (except one night at Wendy’s, so that doesn’t count), or a movie…

I asked him if he wanted to go to one of our local amusement parks with me last month before it closed for the season; he said “No. That’s not really my thing.”

I asked him one Sunday night if he wanted to come roller skating with me and he told me that he’s too old for it (really?! I am two years older!).

He doesn’t like to kiss.

He really doesn’t like PDA (we’ll get into that shortly).

However, he has introduced me to his father, mother, younger (and best friend) brother and two of his nephews.

He wants me to stay for the night whenever I go to his place and doesn’t want me to leave in the morning when it’s time for me to go.

He doesn’t just fuck me. We talk about things, too… I haven’t let him in very far. In actuality, I think that I know more about him… Which is strange because he is so very quiet.

We usually spend 2 nights a week together. Last Monday I spent almost a full 24 hours at his place.

…and there’s the way he holds me whenever we’re sleeping or in bed together…

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If He’s Nothing Else, At Least He’s Persistent

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Admittedly, it’s a very flattering feeling to know that someone has been fantasizing about me for the last two and a half years. And he is a successful attorney after all…

We only met briefly in a courthouse; he was the collection company’s attorney, I was getting sued.

He met me under some rather unflattering emotional conditions – doing something new alone (ARGH!!), which just happened to be going to court.

  • He saw me panicking at the beginning while I was explaining things to him (I think I even cried…)
  • I know I cried when the company agreed to settle for half of what I owed
  • I was exceptionally grateful to him after everything was settled and done – I thanked him profusely for being patient and kind and helping to make the process easier for me.
  • Afterwards, when we rode down on the elevator alone together, I was my silly self – making small talk as one does, except I am a total dork…

The day after, I found him on LinkedIn and we connected there.

Maybe that’s why Brent is so attracted to me…

Inadvertently, I charmed his pants off.
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There’s Still Hope

There’s Still Hope

Monday night I received a text from Scorpio:

Hey just to let you know I got some of that money ready for you to pick up whenever you want

I was SO surprised! Based on my past experiences with men (and a recent conversation) I honestly thought I would never hear from Scorpio ever again.

We met on Tuesday night after work and he paid me $100 of the $140.

He greeted me with a hug and I’ll admit that it was pretty awkward. We haven’t even spoken, only exchanged a few texts about the money he owes me from our Sk8cation a month ago.

Also, he had a friend with him and I didn’t know if they were expecting me to give them a ride or what. I asked if they needed a ride, they discussed it for a minute and decided to stick with Plan A: take the bus.

Scorpio told his buddy that he was going to talk to me in my car for a second and would be right back.

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Special Moments

Special Moments

It snowed all night Monday night and it was slippery enough that, on Tuesday morning, Loverman came to pick me up and bring me to work.

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I always love these little opportunities to see him during the week. As much as I miss my awesome truck, part of me is not looking forward to trading his car back for it. That will mean that I won’t have convenient excuses for these weekly-ish rendezvous (though I am sure we will be able to find something). Also, winter will be over next Wednesday, so there won’t be so many icy days where he feels it would be safer if he was the one to drive me  around in the truck.

I am learning to appreciate these special moments as exactly that: special moments.

When he came to get us, he was still wearing his uniform because he had just gotten off of work. I can’t remember if I’ve mentioned this before, but I love it when he’s wearing a uniform — either his security or mechanic uniform — but, probably any uniform he was wearing would make my heart leap in my chest

We dropped my daughters off at school and the rest of the commute in was pretty much uneventful — you know, snow, traffic, icy roads, conversation… While we were talking, he mentioned that he had the night off and I asked if he would be interested in spending it with me. He replied that we would have to wait and see how the day played out first – there could be step-son school things to attend to or friends’ cars that needed fixing…

Before I knew it we were at my building, kissing good-bye.

Our days both passed uneventfully. In fact, my afternoon at work was so boring I tossed around the idea of leaving work early. But, when I called Loverman to see if he could come get me, he didn’t answer. So, I figured that he was busy. I managed to endure the remainder of my day. It didn’t surprise me when received a text from Loverman that he would be 30 minutes late because he needed to pick up his step-son at school.

CalvinHomeworkHe ended up only being 15 minutes late to pick me up. Again I asked if he would be able to spend the night with me. This time the answer was, “Yes, but I have to go home first. C hasn’t been turning in his homework and I have to sign something that he needs to return to school. Then I have to go over his current homework with him, because apparently he doesn’t understand that he’s going to get held back next year if he doesn’t get an A on everything!” (See my post Husband Swap if you’re wondering what I’m talking about.)

My response in turn was, “That’s okay, I have to go home first too. Everyone might wonder if I didn’t come home after work. How about meeting me on my side around 8?” (There is a Motel 6 on his side of town and one on my side of town. Both are relatively close to our houses — how conveeenient, eh? So, we frequently just ask: Your side or mine?”)

“8’s good for me, baby.”

“OK, I will text you the room number like last time.”

We went our separate merry ways and at 8, like I said I would, I texted our room number to him. There was no response from him for over an hour… I was starting to get a little curious when he finally called, “C totally messed up all his homework and I had to review it all with him. I am sorry to be late, but I am leaving the house now.

Like the last time he called to tell me he was running late, I was just overjoyed that he called me to tell me what the hell was going on. Then he texted me if I had eaten dinner yet and if I wanted to and where.

He got to the motel and picked me up. Again we were on our merry way — this time to McDonald’s. Woo hoo! We waited for almost 30 minutes in the drive-thru lane (after we had already ordered our food) before Loverman decided that we weren’t waiting any more and drove off. Did I want something else to eat instead?

“Ummm… Popeye’s?”

Popeye’s it is then,” and we took our adventure to the Popeye’s drive-thru instead, which really wasn’t much better. There wasn’t a line, but it took them almost 15 minutes to get our food to us! When all was finally said and done, it took us almost an hour to get our “fast food”. We could have gone to the sit-down restaurant across the parking lot from our hotel and still had our food sooner. But, we had fun making fun. As always…

Man, that food was good! I didn’t realize how hungry I was until I felt that hot, flavorful, Popeye’s chicken grease slowly clogging my arteries. We sat at the little cute table and ate our lovely slow food and enjoyed each others’ company. But when I started to yawn, Loverman got up from his seat and said, “Looks like it’s past Mamacita’s bed time. We better get you tucked in.” (It was. He was right.) He walked over to where I was sitting and unbuttoned my blouse. As I stood up to greet his lips with mine, I let the fabric slip off my shoulders and onto the floor. I pulled his sweatshirt up over his head and tossed it over onto the clothes rack in the corner. He unbuckled and removed his pants earlier when we sat down to eat so all I needed to contend with was his underwear. As I lowered them down his legs I also lowered myself onto my knees so I could appreciate his thick, hard masculinity for a few moments. I kissed the tip and licked the lower side of his silky shaft before I took his testicles, one by one, gently into my mouth. I could feel his pulse throbbing. Loverman’s hands were streaming through my hair when he said, “Let’s get into bed.” I withdrew my tender erotic kisses while he sat down on the edge of the bed and opened up the sheets for me to climb in…

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I really am lucky for the time that we get to spend together. Yesterday, just for shits and giggles, I looked back at last year to see how many of our trysts I could track. Except for two brief lapses (once when his work changed and once when my ankle broke) we have been pretty regular with a “hook up” every two weeks, or so.

For all the times that we get to be together, I still never get sick of the way he rocks my body. Sometimes it’s the same. Sometimes it’s different. Sometimes he will just throw in something completely new

Surprise to me!

Surprise to me!

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This is going to be short. I just found out this morning and I haven’t had time to share it (except with one person) because I was busy at work, so I am going to tell you quick before I leave 🙂 (totally in case you care!)

I am SO excited! All on his own, Loverman reserved our room for TWO nights this week! He got a coupon for a free room during the week and he’s using it for 2 nights. Surprise to me!

It is completely out of character for him to do this… We haven’t had time to spend two nights together in so long I can’t remember and usually I am the one to suggest it – most times I have to beg! So, you can imagine how lucky I am feeling.

Yay! Now I get to torture him! I am going to get him back for that little episode in my  truck last Saturday night. Mwahahahahaha!!!!!

And I am going to take it very slow.

First I’m going to take of his shoes and his socks and I will rub out his feet. Moving the tensions from his calves. I’ll pause briefly at the back of his knee, kissing everything as I go, of course.

Then it will be time to take off his pants, but not his briefs — those stay on for the beginning, I don’t need that distraction 😉 I’ll massage his muscular thighs, his groin — but no fondling, not yet.

My hands will glide up under his shirt to raise it up over his shoulders. At this point I will take off my dress, but keep all of my understuffs. I will straddle his hips with mine, and kiss him all over his chest. That will take a while! I like the way he smells and tastes! (the whole time my hips will be grinding into his – ooh la la!)

His shoulders need attention, too, so I will rub them out — not forgetting to go all the way down his arms to his fingertips. I will pause to kiss all of the recessed areas on his arm.

Eventually, I’ll remove all our undergarments (probably sooner than later — I am SO horny!) and we will look exactly like that picture to the left 🙂 I will climb up onto him and put his body into mine…

I will tell you about the rest later… Maybe…

Back to Normal

Back to Normal

The last couple of weeks have been pretty fantastic. Loverman’s job went back to his old hours and we have been able to have our Saturday-Night-Roller-Skating-Dates. There has even been time for an overnight rendezvous or two.

Do you remember how I mentioned last week that my truck’s headlights were out? And not just burned out either. The headlight switch in the steering column was broken! I went to the junkyard and pulled out the replacement part myself! Can you see how proud I am?! Well, last week, Loverman had the truck all day Wednesday and he fixed them for me! And while he was doing that, he replaced all the burnt-out dashboard lights for me, too. Right before it snowed! That man is so good to me! He makes me so very happy!

Lately, though, his car has been “acting the fool” as Loverman says. So we talked about that on our Saturday morning phone call. Along with our plans for this cumming (pun intended) Wednesday. Both of us have pretty old vehicles, so we talk about them all the time. He tells me about what’s happening and I throw out ideas to him and vice versa – we usually work very well together as a team 😉 It’s been that way since we were just co-workers.

Later Saturday evening I went to go pick him up for Roller Skating. He was late because he was napping and he didn’t get my “I’m leaving to get you now” text. I didn’t mind, I figured he was asleep — he freaking worked 12 hours and then he had to get ready to go roller skating for another 3, I totally understood! Plus, he really made it up to me when he woke up 😉 (I am still smiling about it today — three days later!)

But, let me preface with this: I think Loverman and I mess around in our vehicles more than your average 40-ish-year-old couple (it’s probably much more common with cheating spouses than married ones, but everyone needs to keep the spark alive!) On Saturday night it would not be strange to find us necking in our vehicle somewhere dark. Anyway…

Loverman gets to the truck about 20 minutes late, but we still have time to get to the skating rink on time. He leaned over the center console and kissed me sweetly. Taking one look down at my bare, freshly shaved, smooth thighs (because I like to wear skirts for him), he looks up at me and says “Ooh la la!”

His hand found my right knee and his fingers lovingly traced their way up my creamy, smooth inner thigh. His fingertips lingered for a moment, knocking at the door of my panties, delicately rubbing my tender clit through the moist cotton. His light touch sending tingly shivers all the way down to my toes. With his pointer finger he lifted up the fabric of my panties while his middle finger slid into my total wetness. I moaned lightly as both of his fingers slipped underneath and then inside.

He lingered for a few moments right inside my door, pressing and rubbing gingerly. He found the perfect spot, that O-spot, and I felt a surge of hotness. My legs began to tremble softly. I leaned over to rest my forehead on his cheek, to nibble on the side of his neck while tremors of pleasure racked my body. He pulled his fingers out slowly and continued to massage my swollen sweet spot while my body writhed in pleasure in the front seat of my truck. A couple of times I thought about looking out the window to see if anyone was watching — the thought that someone was peeking in on us just made me hotter and wetter. I didn’t ever even open my eyes. I rode that wave of ecstasy for almost 20 minutes before I started asking him to stop. “Please stop. It’s not fair… It’s not fair! I want you to cum, too! It’s not fair… Stop! Stop…”

He responded with deeper, more frenzied strokes and began whispering sweet nothings in my ear “Come on, Baby, cum… That pussy’s so wet… You know it feels good… Can you feel me inside you?”

The only words I could manage to utter through my blinding spasm of orgasms was: “what about you, baby? what about you?……. Oh, baby! Oh… My… God… You feel so……. Good! Don’t you wish you were inside me?”

It was another 20 minutes of begging him to stop before he actually pulled his hand from my soaking wet snatch with the biggest shit-eating grin I have ever seen on anyone’s face. I kissed him one last time, passionately, and resolutely stated, “That was totally not fair!!! What about you?”

He just sat there looking at me, still beaming with that Cheshire Cat grin.

And do you know what he said to me after all of that? “It’s my duty to please your booty! Now let’s go skating, we’re late!”

I am SO lucky!