The Difference Between Sex and Passionate Pleasure

One of the first times that I cheated myself, was on an early Wednesday morning. And it was nothing that was not supposed to happen, no, it was all nicely planned. Because I was actually looking for it, and online I found a woman who was also looking for a guy to cheat with. Ah, back then in the day you could still more or less trust what someone had to say online. There was not a moment I doubted what would happen, or that the woman was not the one she appeared to be online.

Believe me, the real woman was bigger, and much
less a looker than this model.

I actually took the morning off, and drove to this woman's house, at the other side of the city. In the photo, she had a sweet face, natural red hair, and green eyes. She was bit older than I was, and had been married for about 15 years. And her husband would be away for work.

Now, for me, this was one of the first times that I did this. Actually, now that I come to think of it, it was the first time that I met a woman just for sex. And I came fully prepared; I had my condoms with me, I had showered just the moment before leaving home, I was nice and sparkly clean.

And about half an hour later I drove up just a bit away from her house, in a small cozy little suburban area of the city. The sun was shining, and it was a crisp summer morning. It was silent in the area, except for the birds chirping and an occasional car zooming by. Almost like it was an idyllic commercial for laundry detergent. And I rang the doorbell, and the woman I met online opened up.

I have to admit, now I understood why she only had her portrait posted online. Oh, she had the same face, although her mood right now was more, well, bored. And the rest of her body clearly wouldn't have fit the photo. Now, I have no problems with people who are overweight, not at all. But her body simply was not, well, attractive at all. She did not dress up attractive, and it felt she just came out of bed, and did not really pay any attention to herself.
Now, if this was some kind of tit-for-tat meeting, I could understand it. But it was not. We actually had been writing each other for quite some time, and enjoyed it. But right now, that vibe was not there.

She led me into her living room, pored two mugs of coffee and sat down. And we started to talk.

Well, that was not really much of a talk, because awkward silences fell multiple times, and to be honest, I wanted to leave. The conversation was not getting anywhere more sexually, and there was not the least bit of sexual tension between either of us. So, knowing that we should wrap it up, we started to talk about 'how to plan this to make it happen' as if we met just for actually planning the real sex, but not having it right now. And it was easy then to just say, 'Alright, let's do that then.' And I got up to say my goodbyes. Of course, with neither of us any intention of meeting each other again.

But when I stood up, and walked over to where she was sitting, something inside of me tugged at me, and made sure to let my consciousness know that 'it wanted it'. When I was ready to shake her hand, I bent over, and kissed her on her mouth, softly licking her lips. Upon that she responded with opening her mouth too, and I felt her tongue come out and play with mine. I grabbed her head softly by the cheeks, and felt how our kissing became so much more intense. When we caught some air, she looked at me, stood up, pushed me slowly back to the couch and then made me sit. With her hands she pushed my knees apart, undid my belt and started to unbutton my pants, and then slowly pull it down, right together with my boxers. And it took no time for my cock to show itself, and her fat little fingers found it quickly and my precum oozed over her hand with the first couple of strokes that she did, before she put her mouth on it.
And that is when I noticed how soft she was. Those 'fat little fingers' felt amazing! Her thick lips were as soft wet pillows around me, and I could not do anything else but enjoy the incredible moments. She pushed my pants down to my ankles, and more actively started to suck my cock, my precum combined with her saliva escaping from the corners of her mouth.

She did not do this for very long, when she stood up, stepped out of her pants, took off her shirt and completely nude crawled over me and lowered herself on my hard cock. I felt the wetness and the heat from her pussy sliding on top of me, and I could not do anything else but feel her complete weight pushing and squeezing on top of me, making the experience even so much better!

But it was not meant to last long, she rode me and looked at me, without any indication of her pleasure, telling me 'I want you to cum inside of me'. And although I wanted to at least go through some other positions, enjoy her body more, lick her, play with her... that was not her plan. And she rode harder, felt me start to shake a shiver, and I came deep inside of her. She continued more simply to milk everything out o me, then looked at me, and stepped off and sat back in her chair. Not even taking the time to clean herself. She lit another cigarette, looked at me, and said 'You can go now'.

I got dressed (made sure I cleaned up at home again) and walked out, feeling really awkward (which, as I learned later on, is an experience not completely unfamiliar after having sex with a stranger). And then came the time that I actually started to doubt her intentions, got myself tested immediately, and gladly, was completely clean.

But still... it was quite a weird experience, and got my eyes opened that sex and good passionate sex, are two complete different things.

The Other Side Of The Cheat

Yes, I am writing about the cheating here, as if it is an everyday thing. Which it is not. But not only that, I have learned from the best throughout my years... my first girlfriend.

My first girlfriend I met in the early days of the internet as we know it now, halfway through the nineties. She was from Finland, I was not. We wrote, and what was first just a nice conversation, grew quickly out to long phone-calls and passionate emails. And I knew already she loved sex, adored it. And being in my early twenties (yes, I know I was a late bloomer). And I still remember when we first met, when she arrived by airplane and I picked her up. This gorgeous, wonderful Finish lady, with whom I wrote and talked for months and months. And the moment we arrived home, she dragged me into the bedroom, undressed me, had me undress her, laid down on the bed, spread her such wonderful legs, and told me to come close this first time, and just let me enjoy it. She grabbed my cock while looking me straight in the eyes, and I felt it pushed against her lips. Then she moved her hands to my buttocks, and pushed me in. For the first time, I felt the deliciously gourmet feeling of the warmth and wetness of a vagina. And she knew how to make sure that it was unforgettable. She made sure I did not come too quickly, and have me enjoy that wonderful first time. And when she mentioned she wanted to look me in the eyes when I would come inside of her, I could only comply, and not long later I released myself into her absolutely delicious body.

From that moment on, that whole vacation that she stayed with me, was one big sexual experience. Not only did we have a lot of sex, but the level of kinkiness was elevated right away. The second day she took me into a park, and in the middle of the lawn she completely undressed, and laid down, and told me to fuck her. What could I do but to give into this. And we did it everywhere; and she introduced me to her absolutely perverse and kinky mind and fetishes, many that I will not even mention here.

She was probably the one who got me fascinated with internal
orgasms... (c) RealityKings.com

Our relationship was incredible. We did not see each other much, but when we met, everything was about sex. I loved it, she loved it. And it was not only that, we were a perfect kink-match too. We had sex everywhere; outside, inside, in public, in the Finish lakes with other people around... and when we were not doing it, our fantasies still went wild and of the deep end sometimes.

Yes, I hear you thinking already, and you are so absolutely right. Because I should have known that a woman this crazed about sex, would not be able to live long without, and especially not for the months that we were apart. But hey, I was still young and naive. Until, in the middle of the night on the first day of Christmas, I received a phone call.

It was her, but immediately, my heart sank. Because her voice had a rhythmic volume change in it, and she sounded under the influence of alcohol. This phone call most likely was not supposed to be happening when she would have been sober. Between every word there was a moan, followed by a softer, more masculine one on the background. And yes, she was, actually, at that moment fucking. Worse, she mentioned she was fucking her ex-boyfriend. And while we were talking it must have turned him on so much to know that he fucked the girl that was actually talking to her soon-to-be-ex boyfriend, that he came, right there when I was on the phone.  The thing she was able to mention was that she called me, because we were so open with sex, I might enjoy hearing her fuck her ex.

And as you understand, that was the end of our relationship. Yes, I cheat, I confess... but even I will not be that cold, or stupid, to actually contact my wife while I am with someone else...

She knows how to shoot a gun.

Cheating... It Is Not A Full-Time Job

I have been spending my time online for the last couple of months. I have not been away, but just not been in much of the passion to add to this blog. Why not? It is not that the sex-drive has been gone. It is more about something natural; I just didn't feel like it.

Yes, I mention that I am an honest cheater, but it is not something that is on my mind constantly. As I mentioned before, cheating to me is finding someone with who I share a passion, in something I cannot find at home in my life, and is not easy to be returned there. And it is also not that I am non-stop looking for a new partner if I don't have one. Actually, that is not what I am doing at all.

A couple of months ago, I really felt the need of being with someone. And the thought crept over me that maybe I should see things more clearly. I am not trying to find a partner simply only for sex, it is more about the pure passion, and explosion of lust. Sex becomes so much more intense if you really are into the other person. But I am not looking for love. I am looking for someone to feel great with, and she with me, and then both get from each other what we cannot get at home.
But at that moment, I thought I might want to look at it another way. I am not a dumb guy, and I know that as soon as I reach a climax, the need of being with a woman is a lot less. Masturbation is great for this, but it is different.

Don't get me wrong, she was delicious and looked gorgeous. This photo
is not her though, and taken from Anilos.com

So, this time, I thought not to, well, shake it off, but maybe I could find a companion. Someone, who can set some time away for me, and we enjoy each other... a business deal. And I actually found a woman, and she found me, and we were both into this. She was older, which I don't mind in the least. Age is not that important to me, as long as the other person is just herself. We decided to meet first, and then see where it would lead to.
Well, it led to her bedroom, and a for me strange experience was about to happen, that maybe many of you are known with... but I was not.

She told me to undress, while she did the same, and asked me to put on a condom and she laid on her bed, spread her legs. I was actually asking if we could cuddle a little bit first.... we could... but no kissing. Now, I knew about the no-kissing thing, that that was a deal. But I never knew how much I love to kiss. Kissing is part of everything, it is what makes things so passionate.
Kissing her body was allowed, and I kissed and licked every single inch, but only mild responses.

I really was a bit bummed out, not fully realizing that this was a job for her. I simply could not wrap my mind around that then. I was allowed to lick her, and that I did. Was that wise? I don't know. I have been tested since and I was fine (I always keep myself tested... I don't want to bring anything home that doesn't belong there). But I love to lick. The taste of a vagina is incredible, and I can be like a suction cup... and never let go. But still, the fake moaning was a bore. The saying that 'Oh, you are so good!' were not really oscar-material. Everything was fake in her behavior, and I started to get the idea then that I wanted this to be something it is not. She was there to lend me her body, fuck her, release... and then getting out.

I got a kind of a break though, because suddenly, halfway through her 'Oh, you are so good!' she stopped, and then silence, the pelvis started to come up, and suddenly a whole other sounding sigh escaped. Licking her more like that kept her silent, and her soft moans deeper. She grabbed my head and pushed it against her lips, while I kept my pacing. About half a minute later her moans were loud, her pussy pressed against my tongue, and a subtle flow of clear liquid escaped and covered my tongue, while she fell down in the bed, and laid still for a while.

Then she looked up at me, as if regaining conciousness, and told me to lay down. She put a condom on me, let her slide on top of me, and she fucked me quickly. But no pauses, no passion, and her squeezing and non-stop motions made me orgasm pretty quickly, even though I tried to stop her. And there I was, spent. She got off of me, cleaned me up, and handed me my clothes.

What a bummer. I felt absolutely depressed. Yes, I was with a woman, but the lack of passion and lust was such a let-down. No, if I risk to cheat, it needs to be something special. Sex is just sex. It sounds weird, but it is not something good if passion and lust are not involved. At least, not for me.