Estrogensensual

My dick is stirring in my pants now, and I find it necessary to adjust my chub while I recollect, and write about our night; I’m recollecting inhaling the sweet bouquet of her pussy, and how it makes me hungry for her now, and reminds of what a specific night and weekend we shared, and all the blessed moment we still share. As candid and open as I am, I still consider myself somewhat reserved and even shy, but once you get to know me, and get me out of my shell, all bets are off. My beautiful wife still likes to keep me on my toes, and on occasion, when she is feeling frisky, she will challenge my convention.  This particular night while out with friends, we were trailing behind them to this restaurant, and as they rounded the corner, she pushed me hard against the wall and without explanation, or hesitation, squatted before me, unzipped my slacks, reached into my briefs and retrieved my cock, and proceeded to suck me right there. I was flabbergasted, and looking around for w...

Have you ever been either so intoxicated, or just comfortable that you were able to be the person you were before all the pretense? I'm still not sure which one I was, probably both, but the shit we did that night, wasn't the things most people do on the first date, much less repeat, or are able to face on a second date. I'm talking raw doggin, embarrassed to even recall, type of shit that you'd even have a hard time picturing yourself doing, much less having to look yourself in the mirror after. You know what I'm talking about; we've all done something before that we won't tell anyone about, and certainly wouldn't be writing about. Writing it down just makes it that much more real, and forever documented in the annals of history; speaking of anal. Dating as a young woman in Fort Lauderdale is fraught with challenges to say the least, and I grew up here. I've ran the gauntlet and would meet guys through college or the clubs and wasn't having a wh...

About the one I wasn't ready for who taught me what every woman should know before it is too late. It was a three month whirlwind of lessons on shoulda, woulda and coulda. A definite crash course on what I never knew, and what every woman deserves to. He was a walking Cliff Notes or cheat code, that if you didn't know you needed, you knew after meeting him. So yeah he ruined me, in the very best way. An eye opener that shatters the myth that ignorance is bliss, and I wish him the very best, and on any woman. Still looking, but I now know what for. He was gorgeous, sweet and always the perfect gentleman, boring I know right. He was also from the same side of the tracks as I, and everybody was trying to escape that. Like me, he spent a lot of time trying to fit the square peg in the round hole and traveled to the "right" side of the tracks to rub elbows with those we thought we wanted to emulate. You know the saying, surround yourself with people you admire, well w...

The first time around the block, I made sure to check all the boxes, and thirteen years and a divorce later, I gambled on what I never knew I wanted and got more than I could handle. I was perfectly content on my own after an amicable divorce, and honestly, I had performed even that by myself. That all changed when I met a guy who was also in a similar boat, and let’s just say we rocked it. I did my due diligence on this guy when he caught my eye. He was “dreamy” with big blue eyes and in the shape you’d expect from someone who recently got beat up in a divorce he never saw coming. He had three beautiful daughters and, from all perspectives, was a diligent doting father and an unbelievably decent man. I, of course, was skeptical and dug deeper and was even more suspicious when after turning over every rock, all I could find was better T. Everyone LOVED him and spoke about him in the highest regards, and I mean everyone. They spoke about him as if he was a myth, and in hindsight, they w...

I know, the words are "looking for love in all the wrong places", but join us for a journey into what if. What if we practiced sooner what we learned too late? You know, all that advice we got and ignored from our parents. Those we judged too harshly because we witnessed all the mistakes they made, that left us with less faith in their abilities to provide sane advice, so we self-performed our own trials, and errors, just to prove them correct. Can you imagine heeding their advice and actually giving our elders their due credit? This is a story of one such example; she was twenty-five and wrapping up her MS in neuroscience, and he twenty-six, was finishing up his PhD in Cardiology, both obviously very smart and contrary to their inherent natural beauty, both were socially awkward, introverted, and possibly both, just a touch autistic, which by today's standard means extra or superhuman. They were like an odd couple that you would imagine seeing on a spanish novela, too go...

We have kind of walked it all back, from PDA, voyeurism, and role playing to your everyday embarrassing parents who are in bed before the sun sets, and that can be taken out by a bowl of ice cream. We met and used to live on the edge, and now we are at the summit, clawing to stay relevant. We’re not even trying and honestly can’t be bothered as much as we are just trying not to hurt ourselves and coast into retirement within the next twenty years. We are at the age where some consider hanging up their hat, but some things are just too difficult to quit. I used to have to work to get mine, but now I make him work. And yeah I’m talking about mopping floors and doing chores, because these knees are classics now and shouldn’t be wasted on menial tasks, plus when a man does the laundry, dishes and eat everything I put in front of him, then his efforts deserve to be reciprocated, and if that means me getting on my knees after throwing my hair in a blowjob pony and taking a load myself, so be...

For him, it has no doubt been many many lifetimes, and in this one, I’m the one in possession of the magic lamp. He’s been doing it for so long that he probably doesn’t even realize he’s doing it. I can only imagine what being a genie for so long has taught him, but from what I’ve been able to witness in just my brief time, it’s probably more than anyone one person could handle. It’s more an intuitive skill, too, because I rubbed that lamp when he was in his late twenties, and he’s been mine ever since. He just knows, you can tell, and he’s been able to read me from the get-go. His kisses are like some sort of Vulcan mind meld, and when he wraps those magic lips around a clit, it like turning on cruise control, because he’s going to get you to your destination, and all you need to do is just buckle up. I think I’ll continue to ask for three more wishes for my third wish and keep him around at my beck and call. Speaking of rubbing the magic lamp, this one time at band camp… I kid, but I...