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I ONLY LIKE TWO KINDS OF MEN, DOMESTIC AND IMPORTED…Mae West ‎"Good girls go to heaven; bad girls go everywhere."~Mae West

Archive for January, 2014

When I was younger, I had a developed a “serial dating” habit.  Back in the late ‘90’s, there were a number of phone dating sites that a female could join for free.  Being single, and open-minded, I eagerly signed up for one. Looking back, I suppose that was the seed that would launch my phone career 15 years later. Within no time, I was talking to lots of men on this line, and there were many that I would connect with in real life.  I have always loved one night stands.  The thrill of sex with a stranger is intoxicating to me.  One I recall in particular was a man that lived about 2 hours away in another state.  After a series of conversations, we agreed to meet at a hotel that was about half way for us both.  Before we met, he requested I bring stockings and high heels. I had them, but no man had ever asked that of me before. I brought black thigh high stockings and 4 inch black patent heels.  We met at the designated place and time.  He was nice looking, and I felt like I knew him from our long conversation.   He kissed me, his hands were all over my body.  My hands were rubbing and squeezing his hard cock. He stepped back, and said, “Go dress up for me”.  Knowing exactly what he meant, I grabbed my bag and went to the bathroom.  I put on a black push up bra that accentuated my 36 C tits, black bikini panties, the stockings and heels.  When I came out of the bathroom, he was nude and sitting in a chair, stroking his 8 inch cock.  “Come stand in front of me”, he said.  I walked over, not sure how to act.  Seeing his reaction to me, I felt a surge of power, and knew I was in control. Control of his emotions. Control of him. I walked around him, and leaned in pressing my tits into his back.  I nibbled his ear. “Do you like that, baby”? I whispered.  His moan was my answer.  I walked around to his front, and took his hand, and placed it on my stocking thigh.  “Feel my stocking”, I ordered.  He obeyed.  I put my foot on his leg, and his hand traveled down to my shoe.  He fingered my shoe, rubbing the heel.  His other hand rubbed his cock. Precum was coming out. I rubbed the toe of my shoe against his cock.  I then stepped back, and ordered him, “Now, masturbate for me, I want you to cum”.  Where do you want it he asked. I want you to cum in your hand  was my reply. He was stroking hard and fast. Within two minutes, he was done.  I spent the rest of the night giddy with new found knowledge and power over men that I had never experienced.  We did other things that night, but that’s another story for another time.


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