Lightning can strike
It finally happened yesterday- the moment I have feared. Metaphorically, I was hit by a lightning bolt. I was secure in believing that of all the participants on x-hamster around the globe, anyone would or could find or recognize me. I know that many of my most revealing photos are all over the web- honestly turns me on. That is most important to me- have men fantasize looking at me. I love making men come by stimulating their libidos fantasizing using me for their enjoyment. That is one of the main reasons I have subscribed to this porn site.
I received a cryptic response, "Remember me? I think of you a lot and your back seat." Checking his profile I noticed he was new and was from New Jersey, so I thought he had read my profile or posts and was another guy feigning that we have met and was fishing for a response from me. I receive these messages- some coming from obscure places around the globe that make me smile.
I honestly try to answer guys online that find my post interesting enough to contact me, especially if they are from the Philadelphia area. He almost immediately responded less cryptically asking whether I was still picking up boys at the WaWa (they are convenience stores and gas stations in the local area- good coffee). I had never mentioned where I teach or that my pickup location is off the school campus and at a WaWa that is around the corner from the school. Those stores are ubiquitous in the PA and NJ area, so it would be a good guess after reading my posts.
I will usually ask for the fellow's age if I suspect he is u******e or just fucking with me. I nearly dropped my vibrator when he sent back that he was 19 and he called me "Mrs. G" but used my full last name! He then sent a message asking if I still used the farm road and named exactly where I take my "friends" from school. He also mentioned that he had heard from one of his friends that I had been caught and reported and that Mr. Xxxxxx, my school superintendent, had suspended me. He knew too much, and I had to find out his actual purpose of messaging me.
If I have to keep my conversation more private, I will give out my personal, private email address, so that we can become more candid and be able to share things not suitable for a mass viewing site, especially a porn site. He quickly sent an email and included his real name- I had fucked him many times during his Senior year, which was two years ago. I definitely remembered him, too! The first time he took a ride on me in my car was the last week of his junior year- he didn't have to remind me- he is a memorable young man- exceptional football and basketball player, and the star on the school teams. Great body and very well hung. I was so hot for him that I tried to meet him nearly every week, even during the summer vacation. He was also a very bright honor student whose father was a physician- he had the money to send his son to Stanford.
He was to be home during the Thanksgiving Holiday and wanted to meet, if for nothing else than coffee- there is no way I'll meet him at a coffee shop or a WaWa. I will rent a room at a cheater's motel on the Black Horse Pike! I get wet in anticipation of touching and sucking his wonderful cock that came like a firehose. The first time we had sex he surprised me with the amount of cum he shot into my mouth! I want that again. He also had great stamina and would reload almost immediately.
We now speak on the phone. He has promised me he would never share my blog with anyone from our area- he added that he had given it to his California buddies. At least he was honest, unlike many of my dreamers, that he actually was one of the "chosen" to take the ride with me in my back seat. I have told Bob (my aberrant dear husband) about having been found by him and that I plan on meeting him. My husband and I spent that night masturbating while I recalled many of the times I had taken him for "the ride". If I meet a lover alone Bob loves to listen to me telling him of every minute and second of my infidelities (so to speak). Even when he was there sitting and masturbating watching some guy or guys using his wife for their pleasures. He will relive it recalling every wonderful moment of what he saw. We will both masturbate until I suck his cum from his balls. Parenthetically, on those nights, our daughter has to find one of her friends or a dildo as a replacement for his company.
My life has been filled with the good and the bad, but all told, I have definitely had an interesting life, which seems to be continuing. I'm going to be 47 soon, I am honest, at least with myself, that I have only a few years left of being a MILF until I'm hopefully a GILF who still appeals to my "grandc***dren". If prayers are answered, I will be a practicing married whore.
________________ More to come- hopefully.
I received a cryptic response, "Remember me? I think of you a lot and your back seat." Checking his profile I noticed he was new and was from New Jersey, so I thought he had read my profile or posts and was another guy feigning that we have met and was fishing for a response from me. I receive these messages- some coming from obscure places around the globe that make me smile.
I honestly try to answer guys online that find my post interesting enough to contact me, especially if they are from the Philadelphia area. He almost immediately responded less cryptically asking whether I was still picking up boys at the WaWa (they are convenience stores and gas stations in the local area- good coffee). I had never mentioned where I teach or that my pickup location is off the school campus and at a WaWa that is around the corner from the school. Those stores are ubiquitous in the PA and NJ area, so it would be a good guess after reading my posts.
I will usually ask for the fellow's age if I suspect he is u******e or just fucking with me. I nearly dropped my vibrator when he sent back that he was 19 and he called me "Mrs. G" but used my full last name! He then sent a message asking if I still used the farm road and named exactly where I take my "friends" from school. He also mentioned that he had heard from one of his friends that I had been caught and reported and that Mr. Xxxxxx, my school superintendent, had suspended me. He knew too much, and I had to find out his actual purpose of messaging me.
If I have to keep my conversation more private, I will give out my personal, private email address, so that we can become more candid and be able to share things not suitable for a mass viewing site, especially a porn site. He quickly sent an email and included his real name- I had fucked him many times during his Senior year, which was two years ago. I definitely remembered him, too! The first time he took a ride on me in my car was the last week of his junior year- he didn't have to remind me- he is a memorable young man- exceptional football and basketball player, and the star on the school teams. Great body and very well hung. I was so hot for him that I tried to meet him nearly every week, even during the summer vacation. He was also a very bright honor student whose father was a physician- he had the money to send his son to Stanford.
He was to be home during the Thanksgiving Holiday and wanted to meet, if for nothing else than coffee- there is no way I'll meet him at a coffee shop or a WaWa. I will rent a room at a cheater's motel on the Black Horse Pike! I get wet in anticipation of touching and sucking his wonderful cock that came like a firehose. The first time we had sex he surprised me with the amount of cum he shot into my mouth! I want that again. He also had great stamina and would reload almost immediately.
We now speak on the phone. He has promised me he would never share my blog with anyone from our area- he added that he had given it to his California buddies. At least he was honest, unlike many of my dreamers, that he actually was one of the "chosen" to take the ride with me in my back seat. I have told Bob (my aberrant dear husband) about having been found by him and that I plan on meeting him. My husband and I spent that night masturbating while I recalled many of the times I had taken him for "the ride". If I meet a lover alone Bob loves to listen to me telling him of every minute and second of my infidelities (so to speak). Even when he was there sitting and masturbating watching some guy or guys using his wife for their pleasures. He will relive it recalling every wonderful moment of what he saw. We will both masturbate until I suck his cum from his balls. Parenthetically, on those nights, our daughter has to find one of her friends or a dildo as a replacement for his company.
My life has been filled with the good and the bad, but all told, I have definitely had an interesting life, which seems to be continuing. I'm going to be 47 soon, I am honest, at least with myself, that I have only a few years left of being a MILF until I'm hopefully a GILF who still appeals to my "grandc***dren". If prayers are answered, I will be a practicing married whore.
________________ More to come- hopefully.
1 year ago
