Monday, April 15, 2013
So there was a thing in Boston today. A VERY BAD thing. And it was all over the news. All over the world. Late afternoon, I started hearing from friends and family and project people and co-workers and bloggers and blog fans and chatters and Philip and…
You would think I would hear from the AM men I am corresponding with regularly. Mr Truck? Panties Man? Mr Hyatt? Maybe the Traveler who had just been here? Maybe they’d inquire as to how I am? Was I there? Am I close to the area? Tell me how they got along today with so many roads and services disrupted? I thought they’d check in.
The only man I heard from was Schenectady Sam, the guy over 100 miles away who had helped me try to unravel and AM Mystery in late March, that I hadn’t talked with much at all.
Not a word from any of the others. Zip. Nada. Zero. They were the only subset of my social circles that were silent. Why do you think that is?
Wednesday, April 3, 2013
This is what I thought all AM dates should be like – free dinner, pleasant conversation, touching, then a hot time in a hotel room on a man’s expense account!
I got dressed up in black silky pants and an unconstructed blazer, with a pink silk top with black abstract squares, my lucky black bra and panties, black knee-his and clogs. I wore my hair down. I dug out my classic dark blue wool coat with the colorful silk scarf. My husband gave me a ride downtown.
I met him at the bar of The Oceanaire, an elegant seafood restaurant downtown. It used to be a bank, with high vaulted ceilings and marble all around.
We strolled down the block and I went up to his first class hotel and we played. He hugged me and I stepped him backwards until we were facing the mirror. He was very pleased with that, watching as we kissed and groped and undressed each other. It felt so good to hug and kiss! He had a very fit body with smooth, tanned skin. He wore a toupee – I was afraid to touch it. I had not realized how much I play with a man’s hair!
He pulled me over to the bed and we stretched out next to each other. Nothing like skin on skin! He lavished attention on my clit and my chest. He knows what he’s doing! But he made the same noise over and over… sort of like a boat motor! It got old fast!
I played with his nipples, then his cock which he reacted to in the “wow… no one has done that for awhile” way. I tried telling him what I wanted, which seemed to satisfy his sub needs a little. He asked me to order him in a harsher tone but I just couldn’t. I tried to pretend, to act it out but I ended up giggling, apologized and gave up.
We cuddled for awhile but I could see he was tired. So I gave him a big kiss, got dressed, and gave him another big kiss. He got up to hug me and pressed a $20 bill into my hand, asking if that would cover a cab home. I nodded, thanked him and checked around to be sure I had everything. I headed out and down to the curb. The doorman hailed me a cab. I tipped him and took my ride home, puzzling over whether I want to see The Traveler again.
It wasn’t clear at that moment. The perks may outweigh the quirks, and it could be a nice evening once a month or so. He only wants to communicate to set up meets, which may not give me enough info to please him, but I might try if he contacts me again. And I’d like to know what sex with him is like! But I certainly wasn’t able to do what he said he wants, so I won’t be surprised if he disappears.
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Height: 6’4″ (193cm)
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