One thing I didnt expect to find when I joined IE was a platonic female friend.
I started chatting to Doris (obviously not her real name and she will wring my sorry neck if she reads this) about a year ago. We got on famously and made each other laugh. There wasnt a spark sexually though but we carried on chatting and became good friends.
We have met a few times for coffee and a chat and email or text each other most days. Doris is a great listener and is invaluable as someone I can talk openly to about my extra marital affairs. She has given me some useful advice regarding the workings of the female psyche and I have returned the favour by explaining how men think and why a lot of them appear to be thoughtless, selfish, insensitive pigs.
The answer of course is that a lot of them ARE thoughtless, selfish, insensitive pigs but it needed a man to explain it.
Anyway, she has become a true friend and confidante. Its so good to know that we can discuss our secrets with someone who will give solid advice.
Thanks Doris. xx
Sunday, 4 April 2010
Saturday, 3 April 2010
liar liar
My venerated fellow blogger, Blog on the Land, commented in his latest entry about many profiles on IE being hypocritical by claiming to be honest, trustworthy etc or looking for someone with those attributes.
This merely touches on a wide range of similar things I have noted whilst on the site. I cant really comment much on mens profiles as I am not inclined to read them but I have perused a lot of ladies' profiles and see a lot of similarities between them.
As my mate Blog noted, many women seek someone who is honest. Well excuse me but look at the site then take a look in the mirror.
Running closely alongside and probably even more prolific is the claim "I am not looking for a one night stand, just one special person to spend special times with"
Yeah.Right. Ok, when you first joined the site having made the decision to actively seek an extra marital relationship your fantasy was to have a lover who would be the opposite of your spouse. Someone attentive, sensual, caring etc. After a short time, however, your inbox was full of messages from would be suitors. Why have one when you can have them all? How would you know which was right without meeting them all first?
The thing is that its ok to do that. Its natural. Its what men do too. Its just a bit galling when somebody tries to take the moral high ground whilst cheating and lying themselves. It also means we all have to play these silly games pretending that we dont have contact with anyone else when getting to know each other. You'd think we were all teenagers rather than mature adults.
There are very few profiles which admit that they are being neglected by their partners and need a good shag.
Wow! two rants in as many days! Thats what bank holiday weekends do to a man.
Happy Easter by the way.
This merely touches on a wide range of similar things I have noted whilst on the site. I cant really comment much on mens profiles as I am not inclined to read them but I have perused a lot of ladies' profiles and see a lot of similarities between them.
As my mate Blog noted, many women seek someone who is honest. Well excuse me but look at the site then take a look in the mirror.
Running closely alongside and probably even more prolific is the claim "I am not looking for a one night stand, just one special person to spend special times with"
Yeah.Right. Ok, when you first joined the site having made the decision to actively seek an extra marital relationship your fantasy was to have a lover who would be the opposite of your spouse. Someone attentive, sensual, caring etc. After a short time, however, your inbox was full of messages from would be suitors. Why have one when you can have them all? How would you know which was right without meeting them all first?
The thing is that its ok to do that. Its natural. Its what men do too. Its just a bit galling when somebody tries to take the moral high ground whilst cheating and lying themselves. It also means we all have to play these silly games pretending that we dont have contact with anyone else when getting to know each other. You'd think we were all teenagers rather than mature adults.
There are very few profiles which admit that they are being neglected by their partners and need a good shag.
Wow! two rants in as many days! Thats what bank holiday weekends do to a man.
Happy Easter by the way.
Friday, 2 April 2010
Officer Anton
It was quite a while before Michelle and I got together again. It was an hour and a quarter's drive to her neck of the woods. She didnt drive so we couldnt meet half way. With us both working it made things difficult too. We were in touch daily however and this is something that a lot of men would do well to make a note of.
Some of you guys out there have a tendency to lose interest once youve made a conquest. You're keen, attentive and charming with the ladies at first. Having bedded them, however, you completely ignore them. Youve got yourself laid, eased your frustrations and although you want to meet again sometime for a repeat performance you cease contact. You brainless fuckwits! Bet you wonder why, when you get in touch again weeks later, they tell you to go fuck yourself cos you certainly arent getting anything from them.
Most women like to feel wanted. A simple text saying "Hi. Thinking about you xxx" makes her feel good about herself. Desirable. Attractive. When you want to meet again she is raring to go. A simple text or email takes no effort really so get your acts together.
If you stop contacting her immediately after having had sex it makes her feel used, unwanted and cheap. Show some respect. God knows they deserve it if youve had a good time together. They deserve it anyway. I text and email my female acquaintances on a daily basis. Not in a cynical, manipulative way but because i do care about them and how they feel. It takes seconds to send a text but it can do a lot for you both. I know I love to receive texts from my girlfriends. It makes me feel wanted too.
Of course, if you cant be bothered to make the effort it gives guys like me a better chance so who am I to complain?
More about Michelle and our antics next time.
Some of you guys out there have a tendency to lose interest once youve made a conquest. You're keen, attentive and charming with the ladies at first. Having bedded them, however, you completely ignore them. Youve got yourself laid, eased your frustrations and although you want to meet again sometime for a repeat performance you cease contact. You brainless fuckwits! Bet you wonder why, when you get in touch again weeks later, they tell you to go fuck yourself cos you certainly arent getting anything from them.
Most women like to feel wanted. A simple text saying "Hi. Thinking about you xxx" makes her feel good about herself. Desirable. Attractive. When you want to meet again she is raring to go. A simple text or email takes no effort really so get your acts together.
If you stop contacting her immediately after having had sex it makes her feel used, unwanted and cheap. Show some respect. God knows they deserve it if youve had a good time together. They deserve it anyway. I text and email my female acquaintances on a daily basis. Not in a cynical, manipulative way but because i do care about them and how they feel. It takes seconds to send a text but it can do a lot for you both. I know I love to receive texts from my girlfriends. It makes me feel wanted too.
Of course, if you cant be bothered to make the effort it gives guys like me a better chance so who am I to complain?
More about Michelle and our antics next time.
Thursday, 25 March 2010
and then....
Michelle went into the bathroom as soon as we entered the room. I relaxed as best I could and sat at the desk and waited. We had discussed a storyline over the last few weeks so there was a loose script to follow.
The scenario was that Michelle had been sent to the headmaster by her teacher as her work had become sub-standard and it was thought that she was being too easily distracted by her new found interest in boys who gave her a lot of attention.
There was a knock on the bathroom door. That was our cue.
"Come in... Ah Michelle. We need to have a chat about your work."
Michelle looked amazing. Tiny short skirt, fishnets, tight white blouse with her huge tits straining to get out, a loosely tied tie, slutty make-up and her hair in bunches. Straight out of St. Trinians.
I started to lecture her about her work and attitude and mentioned that her teacher thought she showed too much interest in boys. She replied in a wonderfully petulant teenage whine that her teacher was a jealous cow and that it was the boys who were interested in her, not the other way round. She wasnt interested in boys, she wanted a man.
I was sitting and she stood. She came up to me and thrust her magnificent cleavage inches from my face and said. "...and youre the man I want."
I struggled briefly to keep to the script having an overwhelming urge to just jump on the girl but I composed myself and as agreed, feined shock and horror at her advances. After some seduction on her part and protestation on mine I eventually told her that if she was totally serious I might make her my "special pupil" and give her some extra-curricular lessons.
First, however, she must be punished for her behaviour. I made her bend over the desk, yanked down her panties and gave her a good hard spanking. She loved it. She was very submissive and loved being treated badly. I told her to strip and tied her hands behind her back with her school tie, then made her kneel and fellate me. She was very skilled at this and I had her sucking me at every opportunity as oral is a particular favourite of mine.
From thereon the whole thing was just a mind boggling lust fest. We did everything imaginable in those 2 or 3 hours together. She enjoyed being punished, begging me to spank her ass, tits, clit even. When she came she was very vocal, letting out a high pitched squeal which could probably be heard in the hotel reception. I did find a way of muffling the sound though. I'll let you use your imaginations on how.
The most vivid memory for was of me fucking her doggy style, pulling her hair and calling her every filthy name I could think of as she squealed away with abandon.
After we were spent we laid for some time cuddling and kissing and making small talk.
Driving home later, I could hardly concentrate on the road as images of that afternoon flashed through my head. It had been truly amazing. My first time in roleplay and the kinkiest girl I had ever met.
The scenario was that Michelle had been sent to the headmaster by her teacher as her work had become sub-standard and it was thought that she was being too easily distracted by her new found interest in boys who gave her a lot of attention.
There was a knock on the bathroom door. That was our cue.
"Come in... Ah Michelle. We need to have a chat about your work."
Michelle looked amazing. Tiny short skirt, fishnets, tight white blouse with her huge tits straining to get out, a loosely tied tie, slutty make-up and her hair in bunches. Straight out of St. Trinians.
I started to lecture her about her work and attitude and mentioned that her teacher thought she showed too much interest in boys. She replied in a wonderfully petulant teenage whine that her teacher was a jealous cow and that it was the boys who were interested in her, not the other way round. She wasnt interested in boys, she wanted a man.
I was sitting and she stood. She came up to me and thrust her magnificent cleavage inches from my face and said. "...and youre the man I want."
I struggled briefly to keep to the script having an overwhelming urge to just jump on the girl but I composed myself and as agreed, feined shock and horror at her advances. After some seduction on her part and protestation on mine I eventually told her that if she was totally serious I might make her my "special pupil" and give her some extra-curricular lessons.
First, however, she must be punished for her behaviour. I made her bend over the desk, yanked down her panties and gave her a good hard spanking. She loved it. She was very submissive and loved being treated badly. I told her to strip and tied her hands behind her back with her school tie, then made her kneel and fellate me. She was very skilled at this and I had her sucking me at every opportunity as oral is a particular favourite of mine.
From thereon the whole thing was just a mind boggling lust fest. We did everything imaginable in those 2 or 3 hours together. She enjoyed being punished, begging me to spank her ass, tits, clit even. When she came she was very vocal, letting out a high pitched squeal which could probably be heard in the hotel reception. I did find a way of muffling the sound though. I'll let you use your imaginations on how.
The most vivid memory for was of me fucking her doggy style, pulling her hair and calling her every filthy name I could think of as she squealed away with abandon.
After we were spent we laid for some time cuddling and kissing and making small talk.
Driving home later, I could hardly concentrate on the road as images of that afternoon flashed through my head. It had been truly amazing. My first time in roleplay and the kinkiest girl I had ever met.
Monday, 1 March 2010
Apologies
Just to say sorry to all(3) of my devoted followers for not having posted anything for some time and especially for keeping you waiting for the sordid details of my encounter with Michelle.
Theres a lot going on in my life at the moment and I simply havent had time to do this. Please be patient.
Thanks.
Anton.
Theres a lot going on in my life at the moment and I simply havent had time to do this. Please be patient.
Thanks.
Anton.
Friday, 22 January 2010
A Site for Sore Eyes
So back to my trusty virtual steed IE. Over the next few weeks I chatted to a number of women but didnt really hit it off with any of them.
One lady I really fancied was Sandy from Lincolnshire. We mailed each other regularly and got on famously. The only drawback being that it was almost impossible for her to get away to meet me. Her husband worked from home. She only mailed me through her works email address and was nervous about texting as hubby examined phone and bills regularly. Well you couldnt say he had no reason to distrust her.
Eventually it fizzled out as it became apparent that a meeting once a blue moon was the best case scenario. Shame really. She was very attractive with a real touch of class but very open and down to earth with it.
Having given up on Sandy IE came up trumps again with a girl by the name of Michelle. Michelle did wonders for my ego straight away. She was(and still is) twenty years younger than me. Twenty! There wasnt a doorway I could fit my head through.
Michelle was a fairly big girl with a very pretty face and long, light brown hair. She lived in Hull and was married with a young son. The boy was, she said, the only reason she was still with her husband. We chatted and texted each other for about a week before we met. I drove over to Hull and met her in a pub one lunchtime. She looked really nice and was witty and intelligent. Its a well known fact(according to women) that men are useless at reading the subtle signals that women put out when they want to, well, put out. For once I could see the wood, the trees and even the leaves. Her body language was clear. The way she played with her hair, her body turned towards me and the smouldering look in her eyes made it clear she really fancied me. I am still bewildered as to why any woman would find me attractive so was utterly bamboozled that a lovely young woman like her would give me a second glance.
After a couple of hours we parted with a kiss and a glint in our eyes. The chatting became more flirtatious, then sexy and eventually steaming. It turned out she was into role play. She suggested a few scenarios we might try. A naughty schoolgirl sent to the headmaster. A saucy secretary and her boss. I composed a short story about the schoolgirl fantasy and her response was one of huge excitement. The more we talked the raunchier the fantasies became and we were now desperate to act them out.
It was probably about five or six weeks until we could arrange an afternoon together and by then we were bursting with lust for one another.
I booked an hotel and drove over to Hull and met her in a pub. She was clearly nervous and knocked back a few vodkas. I felt she may be having second thoughts but she insisted she was fine and just needed a drink or two to relax her.
Soon afterwards we checked into the hotel and made our way into our room which was going to be the headmasters study for the next hour or two.
I'll keep you hanging on there readers and let you simmer until next time.
Hope you all have a good weekend.
One lady I really fancied was Sandy from Lincolnshire. We mailed each other regularly and got on famously. The only drawback being that it was almost impossible for her to get away to meet me. Her husband worked from home. She only mailed me through her works email address and was nervous about texting as hubby examined phone and bills regularly. Well you couldnt say he had no reason to distrust her.
Eventually it fizzled out as it became apparent that a meeting once a blue moon was the best case scenario. Shame really. She was very attractive with a real touch of class but very open and down to earth with it.
Having given up on Sandy IE came up trumps again with a girl by the name of Michelle. Michelle did wonders for my ego straight away. She was(and still is) twenty years younger than me. Twenty! There wasnt a doorway I could fit my head through.
Michelle was a fairly big girl with a very pretty face and long, light brown hair. She lived in Hull and was married with a young son. The boy was, she said, the only reason she was still with her husband. We chatted and texted each other for about a week before we met. I drove over to Hull and met her in a pub one lunchtime. She looked really nice and was witty and intelligent. Its a well known fact(according to women) that men are useless at reading the subtle signals that women put out when they want to, well, put out. For once I could see the wood, the trees and even the leaves. Her body language was clear. The way she played with her hair, her body turned towards me and the smouldering look in her eyes made it clear she really fancied me. I am still bewildered as to why any woman would find me attractive so was utterly bamboozled that a lovely young woman like her would give me a second glance.
After a couple of hours we parted with a kiss and a glint in our eyes. The chatting became more flirtatious, then sexy and eventually steaming. It turned out she was into role play. She suggested a few scenarios we might try. A naughty schoolgirl sent to the headmaster. A saucy secretary and her boss. I composed a short story about the schoolgirl fantasy and her response was one of huge excitement. The more we talked the raunchier the fantasies became and we were now desperate to act them out.
It was probably about five or six weeks until we could arrange an afternoon together and by then we were bursting with lust for one another.
I booked an hotel and drove over to Hull and met her in a pub. She was clearly nervous and knocked back a few vodkas. I felt she may be having second thoughts but she insisted she was fine and just needed a drink or two to relax her.
Soon afterwards we checked into the hotel and made our way into our room which was going to be the headmasters study for the next hour or two.
I'll keep you hanging on there readers and let you simmer until next time.
Hope you all have a good weekend.
Mr. Popularity
Ive got two followers now. TWO!! Theres another too I think but he isnt showing his face as a follower yet. He kindly mentioned me on his blog though.
Ah. Me public...
Ah. Me public...
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