Sex News Sunday #7

I chose the following story not only for content, but for my own selfish reasons.






The subject today is not new to most women. It's from the always self proclaimed unbiased(?) Fox News online.
Fox reports on a study that shows that women feel 'cheap' and 'used' after a one night stand. Don't ask me why they used quotes for those words.
It is a story that looks into the psychology of casual sex. My favorite, next to my own, website is Wikipedia.
Wiki describes casual sex by:

One night stand is a single sexual encounter between individuals, where at least one of the parties has no immediate intention or expectation of establishing a longer-term sexual or romantic relationship.

Apparently women get involved with things like one night stands because of a certain degree of flattery felt, the sense of being wanted. Being a female I understand those feelings. Men are on the opposite end of the pole (excuse the pun): men lower their standards to get laid and the flattery is a fantasy to them.
I always enjoy the news I find that deal with the opinions and feelings that involve both sexes. To read all the information check out my last Sex News post and read about the study at FoxNews

Now to add some personal experience to the objective study.
When I was college, many years ago, before sex could kill you with AIDS or Hep C. I enjoyed many different men. I hope they enjoyed me too. I would say that about 95% of those encounters were casual or what is called today, steady fuck buddies.
True, once in a while I felt cheap and I questioned my standards. It wasn't all bad though.
When I was a 19 year old sophomore I was introduced by my friends to an 18 year old freshman.
I wasn't that impressed. Without going into the soap opera-like details. I eventually became interested and curious in him. I ended up propositioning him. In my mind it would be a fun night, maybe even a fun weekend, but that would be it. It was fun. It was great, I could barely walk the next day.
We ended up together for a much longer time than that weekend. I was surprised. It seemed like fate.
His name was CJ. We were married about 2 years later and divorced 5 years after that. We have wonderful daughter now, known as the Star Child to us. After 17 years we were reunited and are back making love to each other again.
I would say go into a casual sex experience with your eyes open gals, but remember you never know, it could be a way to meet your soulmate.

The Morning Lick - Part I

Definition:
lick |lik|
noun
informal a short phrase or solo in jazz or popular music


CJ had been searching for the job of his dreams ever since we moved in together a few years ago. He had been in radio when he lived in Ohio and Arizona and wanted to return to the field.
CJ has the perfect radio voice, it’s deep and sexy and he has a repertoire of different character voices.
I really began feeling bad for him when the more he searched the fewer jobs seemed to be out there.

After about a year of searching an opportunity arose that I had to take advantage of the best way I knew how. I was going through my email one evening when I noticed that my weekly newsletter from the radio station I listen to had some additional information. My classic rock station was in need of a producer for the morning show.
I had a strange contact with someone at the station. A few months ago I had sent in a top 10 list for a contest and had accidentally used my Dirty Debbie email account. A link to the website is in the signature. It created a new fan of the site in the promotions department of the station. We even traded a couple of emails and I had sent a few ‘special’ pictures.

I showed the email to CJ and urged him to apply for the position.
In the mean time, I wrote a letter to my connection. CJ got a call a few days later to come in for an interview. CJ reported the interview went well and the next day they called for a second interview and some demo tapes. I wrote again to my connection, Brad. As part of my email I wrote the following:

...
I care so much for CJ and I know what a hard worker he is. I think he would be an asset to your station. I would do anything to insure he got the job.
Anything!
-dirty debbie ;)

The reply came within hours.

...
I’m sure we can work something out that would be mutually beneficial. I’m sure you’re a listener of our Morning Lick. Join me for the show on Thursday. Be at the station at 7:00am. Identify yourself as Debbie Johnson. They will know to send you right to my office.
Brad

I didn’t tell CJ what I had done. I didn’t even know if my scheme would really work, but I was willing to give it a try.
On Wednesday I told CJ that I had a breakfast meeting with a client and would be leaving early. Thursday morning I got dressed in my usual business casual clothing and headed off to the station. I was only a few minutes early when I pulled into the parking garage. I reported to the front desk and followed Brad’s instructions. I was shown to his office and told he would be with me in a few minutes. For the few moments I was there and alone there was a little voice in my brain that was already saying,
“What the hell are you doing Deb?”
It’s true. I was getting ready to prostitute myself to get a job for the man I loved. Would he understand if he knew?
I was pondering all this when I heard Brad enter the room. I turned around in my chair and immediately surprised, Brad was much younger than I had pictured him, maybe 30 at the most.
I smiled as he greeted me and locked the door. I remained seated as he came up behind me, touched my shoulder, and shook my hand.

“Debbie, it’s so nice to finally meet you, I’ve been a fan of the blog ever since my first visit”.
I thanked him and boldly let him know that I wasn’t there for small talk. Brad agrees and asked me to elaborate as I saw his hand move from the desk to his lap.
“Tell me in no uncertain terms why you’re here”.
The explanation was brief, blunt and to the point. I was willing to do just about anything to help insure the employment of my husband at the station. I told him to maybe think about the Dirty Diary and get some ideas from there.
He told me that he watched that video of me blowing CJ and often jerked off wishing it were his cock I was eating.
All I could think was “big surprise, it’s the most often asked for service from whores”.
I agreed, but Brad had one other idea.

Read about Brad's idea next time...

What A Blast !

What a Blast was a title I finally settled on, but this story could have many: The First Role-play, A Date With My Husband, etc.

I have had role-play experiences, but it has always been at home and the bedroom. Last night was a complex played out set of circumstances over the course of about four hours.





Last week an idea just popped into my head. I thought about having a date with my husband. I presented the idea to CJ and he was all for it. We would meet at a bar of his choosing, and we would act as strangers, and see what evolved.
I had never done anything like this before, but I was looking forward to it all week.
I went as far as to advertising on craigslist.com asking for a date with the perfect man on Friday night. I got an email from CJ telling me to meet him at 7:30pm at a very nice bar in a hotel downtown. It added to the suspense because I had never been there before.

I was able to change, get my make-up on, and do my hair and our daughter’s apartment. She only knew that her father and I were meeting up for dinner, and like me, she is a hopeless romantic. She did my hair and nails and helped me pick out outfits.

I left a little early because I wanted to get there before CJ. I was hoping to be flirting with another man when he came in, but the bar was fairly empty when I got there. The only male I got a chance to speak to was the young bartender. I sat down, ordered a Cosmo and waited with butterflies in my stomach.
He finally got there, a little late, asked if he could sit next to me, I indifferently said “fine”, and the game began.
We fell instantly into the cat and mouse game played at every bar on a Friday night. We supported each other’s role-playing perfectly. I actually felt nervous, got a bit drunk faster because of it, and started making slight sexual innuendo, as did he. We talked about work, but had taken on different professions. The liquor, his gin, and my vodka helped embolden us, and he got up the nerve to ask if I wanted to join him for dinner at the restaurant downstairs. I was pensive at first, but accepted. We had a wonderful dinner, but I was actually too nervous to finish mine.
When the waitress asked us if we wanted dessert or coffee, we both declined.
CJ asked “are you sure, not even coffee?”
I answered with “I can get some at home”
It started a conversation about gourmet coffee, which we both enjoy. Then he did something very bold, he asked me to come home with him for coffee. I couldn’t answer him at first. I was still feeling the effects of the drinks I had at the bar.
Then I said, “I took a risk by coming out tonight, so why not”
They boxed up my leftovers, we traded information on where our cars were parked and he told me to follow him to his place.
I offered to pay half the bill, but he wouldn’t accept my money, so he paid and walked me to the garage and my car.

I followed his car, and it was then that I realized I had fallen completely into this.
He was driving fast up the expressway and I was actually was thinking to my self, ‘doesn’t he know I’m trying to follow him, what if I lose him?’
I was driving to my own home, but it didn’t feel like it!
Eventually I was a stranger in my home. It seemed as though the cat didn’t even know who I was.

CJ made a fresh pot of coffee and told me about his ‘bachelor pad’.
He put a bit of a kick into my coffee by adding some Bailey’s Irish Cream.
Our talk continued, but it got a bit more racy and I could feel my face changing to give the expressions of fuck me. I had been turned on, off and on, throughout the evening, it was always different things from the way CJ smelled when he sat down next to me, to when we would both enjoy the same joke.

After having the coffee, CJ mentioned to me that he had a spare room and I was welcome to stay the night. Then floodgates opened, by then I was still feeling the character I was playing, and I wouldn’t feel “myself” again for another 2 hours.
It was two simple lines. After he mentioned the spare room CJ said, “I’ll send Penny [the cat] in to sleep with you”
I smiled at him and said
“So it’s up to Penny who I sleep with tonight?”
There was only a short amount of small talk after that.
Out of the clear blue, he dropped his voice an octave and said, “Take of your blouse off”.

It’s been 24 hours and it still is in my mind constantly, part two to follow as soon as I can relive it all and commit pixel to screen.

What A Way To Start The Day

My morning commute can be grueling to say the least. I'm sure many of you out there can empathize. I drive the Baltimore beltway for 19 exits before I reach my destination.
This morning I had one of the strangest experiences on my commute.

Briefly,
There was an accident that had slowed traffic down to crawl. A man in a small pick-up truck came up on my right side, he mouthed something. I thought he was waving me to move ahead of him. I did, but had to move to the left again. Again he pulled up beside me and again he was trying to say something. I rolled down my window, he rolled down his, then he said to me "Do you want to mess around?"
Yep, I was propositioned on the beltway. I was thunderstruck, but recovered quickly. My answer was, "Nooo, I don't think my husband would appreciate it."
He shrugged and drove on.
I called CJ right away and we had a good laugh.
It was pathetic (was he lonely?), frightening (was he something like a beltway strangler?), and flattering (a strange man wanting me).
It was a different way to start the day.