it’s raining men in my life. or the men of my past have spring fever and are eager to rut after a mild winter. i often wonder what precipitates the contact. issues at home? boredom? lack of sex obviously. men who are sexually satisfied simply do not think about other women in a way which is real and contact them in an attempt to resume the relationships they had.
they miss the sex. they miss my oral skills and they want a sloppy, wet blow job. they want to smack my wide ass and pull my long hair. they want my tightness and they want my responsiveness. they want my adventurous spirit in bed and willingness to play with toys. they want to massage me with oils and feel my wet naked body in the shower after making me a sweaty and sticky mess.
it’s not like it’s the first time they’ve contacted me. in fact, they do so with regularity, some more than others. but then days like today make me smile, when all of them message me, all saying the same things and needing the same comforts of my body. all wanting to suckle me and play with heavy heaving breasts and tight pink nipples. all wanting to kiss me and have my mouth tease theirs.
demanding men eager to please me. wanting to lick me and slip long fingers deep into the gloriously wet pussy they know i have. wanting to service me, needing to please me, wanting to bend me to their will. such variety of individual response and all sharing the same flame of need and want. aching for me. waiting for me. wanting to resume things. to take me into their bed and back into the margins of their lives.
and the thing is…i want it. they are all so different under the veils they show to the world. all so similar in how they respond to and react to me. it would be so easy. so painfully simple to just allow myself the freedom to express myself sexually. to be the wanton woman again. moving between lovers like a housewife trying to select the choicest piece of fruit or freshest loaf of bread. squeezing and molding it to my hands to feel its shape and weight. testing it with my eyes and nose before lifting it to my mouth.
and i am positive all but one would accept it. they know and understand that they are busy enough with their large families and careers that they can not see me often. they have neither the time or inclination to look for another partner. especially if they can still see me 4 or 5 times a year. basically family men who had been pushed into false celibacy inside of a stale marriage. men who need me and who care about.
and then there are the lovers who have no ties or expectation of monogamy, either from me or themselves. men who have no issue in sipping from the cup of sexual plenty due to their celebrity and their looks. when they have the ability to choose who they want, they still want to come back to me. have me as their staple and supplement their sex lives when possible, with others. considering their size and skill level, it makes it very hard if not impossible to refuse. especially to the one I know who needs me and who I care about.
and then there is the dissenter. the man i know who would not accept my taking the others into my bed and body. he wants more. has offered more. had made changes in his life to support a major life change, if i decided to become single. he worries me. a rough man, blue collar. giving, loving and who finds it hard to express himself. who doesn’t take care of himself in spite of his rock hard body.
i think about the years i have known these men. years. over a decade. and rather than ask why they are contacting me for sex, you would wonder why they wouldn’t. a safe woman they can trust who is not demanding of what they do not want to give and who satisfies them in every conceivable way. a lover who became a friend. who they can be honest with and open about what excites them and worries them. someone who neither judges or criticizes.
and as a highly sexual and sensual woman who arouses them in ways that they think about in the privacy of their marriage beds, they want what they can’t have. what i’ve taken away and they weren’t ready to give up. and they offer a beautiful bouquet of cock flesh for me to sample from, like Christmas chocolates in a brightly colored tin. how is it possible to simply be satisfied when choosing just one? isn’t it normal to grab a handful of the sweets and be surprised at the individual delights each one brings to your palate?
and heavens knows, i have a sweet tooth.