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Adventures of Anthea (Part 1) – With a Guy Called Red

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So there is this guy, I will name Red because he wore a red condom and for some reasons colored condoms freak me out, or well maybe it’s because they kind of catch me off guard.

Anyways, I have had sex with him before but I did not really remember and I peed his bed….so after that I did not talk to him too much because I was tots embarrassed. I have seen him at the bar a couple of times after that and he has been pretty flirty and nice (christ sakes I am outside and getting eaten by mosquitoes in my jungle of a backyard).

The drunk texts have been occurring pretty regularly after seeing Red out a couple of weeks ago. I decided to invite him to the case race we were throwing at our crackhouse. Rules are you had to be attached to your partner before you finished a 24 pack.

I took the liberty of getting handcuffs because I knew they would be useful at some point in the night and other nights for sure.

I wanted Red to be my partner because I would not mind being handcuffed to him for a while but he had some bullshit to do and said he would come over when he was done…which I was not too sure about. We throw many parties at our house and I usually invite him and he does not come….granted I invite him an hour before we decide that we should even have a party but still–a girl is asking you to come over to a house party which means she will probably get wasted and you could totally sweet talk your way into getting inside her room (believe me, it unfortunately has happened to me too many times).

After I downed 12 beers with my partner and unhandcuffed myself to my partner good sir Red Condom arrived with a bottle of tequila nonetheless. My favorite choice of liquor! I knew I liked him for a reason. We schmoozed and drank the night away and obviously ended up in my room….there is a shocker. I do not know why I decided to have many wardrobe changes that night but I did…I guess I thought it would be hot if I changed into my maid costume. So I put that baby on while he was laying on my bare mattress because my usual sheets were pissed on and I did not do laundry so there was some sheet on there that basically was not on. Ew…if only he knew.

I got on top of him and there was the red condom on his dick…like flaming red. This night was a blur, but I remember changing into my nurse costume.

I do not know why but I guess I thought it would be a good idea to change into that one too? I got on top of him again in my nurse costume and then he found my vibrator hiding behind my bed. We definitely had fun with that but he was drunk and could not cum which annoyed me but it did not stop me obviously.

I had some serious great sex that night, and hope to adopt him as a regular fuck buddy. He is a pretty good contender I say, and he has a lot of offer down there (if ya know what I mean). Perhaps this could be a usual thing except for the whole not drunk thing.

That was probably an absurd amount of wardrobe changes for the night but don’t worry people after we had sex I changed back into my dress, into the party room. I was a little upset though because I lost my handcuffs and wanted to use them…I told him I had found them after he left and he replied “next time.” Now I am hopeful and my sexual needs were satisfied. Successful night.

Now I can go watch America’s Great Next Restaurant and visualize myself with Curtis Stone.


Don’t Need Your Money Honey

We talked for about forty-five minutes and well he is really easy to talk to and funny. Turns out his weariness of me has to do that being a cute and funny doctor apparently women are hitting on him constantly even while he is going through the divorce to try to become wife number two.

I am not surprised I guess but then he said this has included many married women which surprised me a little I guess.

I spent a lot of my words then explaining that I am not looking for a rich new husband as I love the guy I got completely and went on to tell him a version of the truth about my life.

Basically I am in an open marriage with a husband that enjoys knowing I sleep around and just looking for some good times and thought a cute doctor with days open and going through a tough time we could be a good fit.

He really reacted well to this information. I am going to have to make sure I do not give off the impression of wanting more. I just hope he can tell the difference between heart feelings and horniness.

Anyway he is going to call me again and set up a lunch date, hopefully sometime next week. I really like this guy and I have high hopes this can be a really nice fling. Perfect for spring that is if it ever gets here!

Writing this after Rock brought his full effort and attention to a great Saturday morning wake up and fuck session. I am both tired from it and oh so satisfied that I am still coming down from being on fire in my arousal. Do not know what that feeling is called but I do know I love it!


The Bull Treatment

Bull called me yesterday and he came over and spent a fun and quick time together in the evening. I am guessing most in casual relationships, people seeking out sexual only relationships and maybe some in serious long term relationships face a certain question at some point they have to answer.

The question of why am I with this person if I do not really like them, is it really just the sex. I was faced with confronting this question when I started seeing Bull and apparently my answer was just because of the sex is a good enough reason.

I have nicknamed the guy Bull because literally that is what he likes to think of himself as and really enjoys doing. He likes being the bull of a wife who cuckolds her husband in the more stereotyped way. That he does have many extra thrills of fucking married women and chases after them.

It is kind of funny but where I stand now today I would have never given Bull or someone like him a chance but when I met him was a different time and place. It was my first time using an adult personal site to find a guy to bang me.

Bull seemed sincere, nice and very doable that my naivety and cock lust had me overlook some things. The things were that Bull really probed looking for something in my relationship with Rock sexually that was lacking where he could fix it and take me to a place I never have been.

Bull has at least a minor issue with Narcissism. But like I was ignoring some signs he was ignoring my answers for probably the same reasons and we started to see each other and the sex was and still is great. I do know that I just would never in a million years date him if I was single. But I am not a good fit for Bull so while I do include him as a regular in my life it is very on and off. Basically an occasional random time here and there as either he has been without too long or has not been able to have the type of sex that we are both into he comes a calling.

Well the blog title kind of says it all I like being objectified. I lust for any type of sex that has that aspect and bonuses of sometimes a degrading feeling on a pretty strong level.

This tend to make me enjoy sex describes with words like rough, hard, brutal, cruel, animalistic and to be thought of at the time in terms of cheap, willing to do anything, just a piece of meat for a guys pleasure. Give me a man who treats me like that sexually and it is all good.

Give me a man who wants to show off his sexual “talents” or wants to “connect” with me sexually by making my pleasure the focus of attention and the number of orgasms he gives me is how he keeps score and we are not going to have an encore. Men in between are very cool and great as well and more times then not are the men I am with or the sex I am having.


With Rock our relationship has the I am a sexual object for his pleasure so out there and so casual 24/7 that we often have far less severe/rough stuff then I may prefer but what we do is so natural and so freeing to us and particularly him that what I would call romantic many would call selfish and impersonal on his end. Shock is great at giving it to me hard and rough but with him it is all physical and instinctive the more he is turned on the wilder he will be. But Bull this is all head space.

Bull likes doing these things and the fact I still get off on him and willing to do this for him feeds his ego. It is never when he is with me and throat fucking me and having me gag that I can possibly just like getting treated that way but that I just am so into him I could not say no to whatever he wants. This compatibly is why I think he is so sporadic, too much time with me the illusion goes poof but here and there he can feed off of the sex enough. So on the one hand if I think too much about Bull my thought is to cut him off but the sex is just too good so I just try to never think about it.

Bull was over last evening and we were chatting for about ten minutes and that was enough for him. Another reason why the sex is so great with him, he is large and in charge and will do what he wants when he wants and this is greatly enjoyable and freeing to just be able to relax my mind and enjoy the sex. Bull just pretty much mid sentence grabs my head and pulls me toward him and starts kissing me catching me off guard but still not surprised but it takes me a few seconds to shift my mind into it. Every move he makes from his tongue entering my mouth to his hands manhandling my tits are like statements of him claiming my body and my enjoyment of it is a remote concern to him. To be treated this way it is not if I have an orgasm but just how many.

Bull then pulls me up from the couch and we head for the bedroom. Most men prefer the guest bedroom but of course not Bull he wants to fuck where Rock and I sleep. We get undressed and before we get on the bed he places his hands on my shoulder and guides me down semi forcefully to my knees and I take his cock in my mouth and begin to suck it. Soon he has his hands on my head and begins to control the speed and depth of his cock in my mouth. I do love sucking him as he has for some reason a cock that tastes and smells particularly enjoyable to me.

After only a few minutes Bull grabs my hair and pulls me off his cock and onto the bed face down. With one hand he holds my head hard against the mattress as a sign I am not to move. With his other hand he starts to masturbate me by alternating rubbing his hand on my clit and finger fucking me often with three fingers. Why he thinks I would move in a way not to let him do this to his hearts content I have no idea. After he notices my second orgasm while doing this he lets up and asks for a condom which I quickly get from a drawer.

I start sucking him to get his cock nice and hard then he gives me the unwrapped condom to put on his cock that I thinks he gets some head boost so I do it in a lust filled way. He starts us off in a relaxing missionary position that does feel quite nice but he switches us after awhile to the doggie position and we both know what is coming and we both really like it. The pace is picked greatly up once he enters me in this position and I am now getting hard and fast and I do not know what is louder my moans or our thighs and groins bumping together with each hard and deep thrust. I orgasm once and am about to for the second time but a little before I could Bull cums and has us collapse in the bed, close but I will not complain, Rock will be home in a couple of hours to take care of anymore itches.

A few minutes of talk and it is get dressed and part ways. I never really know if it will be the last time with Bull but I have long since stop trying to figure out if I care or not if it will be the last time. I just embrace getting the bull treatment.


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