How I met my husband

I was 19 and living in the northern wasteland. I was just about to start my sophomore year of college, and I was partying too much and not really paying attention to anything in my life except having fun. This was in the late 90s and the internet was still new (at least to me). I would spend a lot of time looking at dirty websites including a chatroom on a site called cyberzine (which no longer exists by the way). I was a pretty innocent girl when I started looking around on the internet so everything excited me. I liked talking dirty to guys in chatrooms. I loved the way it made me feel. I had even started to have phone sex with guys from time to time. I found that I absolutely love getting off with random guys on the phone, I still do. One night I started chatting with this guy and we really hit it off. I asked him to call me. He had never had phone sex before, so he was hesitant, but I was uncharacteristically bold that night and insisted. The instant I heard his voice I was hooked. He sounded so kind, yet incredibly sexy. We got off together and it was really, really hot. But the really incredible thing is that we actually talked all night long. We talked about everything, not just sex. I think we were literally on the phone for 7 hours. The weeks following that first night were spent on ICQ chatting with him and talking on the phone. By the end of the first month of us knowing each other he had racked up a $700 phone bill!!! Of course it didn’t help that he was in Canada so the long distance rates were sky high to the states. He always insisted on calling me because he knew that I was a student. He was 25 at the time and had just started his first job out of college. I was totally hooked on this guy, but I couldn’t really explain it. He was nothing more than words on a screen and a voice on the phone, yet I was falling for him nonetheless. We finally exchanged pictures by snail mail and started to make plans to meet in person. I met him in August and by January I was totally in love with him. He excited me sexually, and made me feel safe like nobody else could (incredibly long story about something that had happened to me the month before I met him - maybe I’ll write about it here some day). I think I told him I loved him in early January, but he didn’t say it back. It was really silly to say that to a man I had never even seen in person, but I couldn’t help it. On Valentine’s Day the next month he finally told me he loved me, too. Then a month later I was flying to a Toronto to meet him. Now that I think about it it was crazy for a naive girl from a small town in the middle of nowhere to fly to a large city where she knew nobody to meet a man off the internet. I think I scared the crap out of my family, but I never thought that it could be dangerous. It never crossed my mind.

As I walked out of the baggage claim area I scanned the room looking for him. I had seen a lot of pictures of him, but I was afraid I wouldn’t recognize him. Luckily I did and quickly made my way to him, my heart in my throat. I finally reached him and we kissed for the first time in a sea of strangers walking past as if we weren’t even there. We walked to his Chevy Blazer and put my stuff in the back. I started to get into the front passenger seat, but he had other ideas. He was parked at the empty end of that level of the parking garage; there were no cars parked anywhere near us and it was a little dark. He had me climb into the back seat of the car and once the door was shut he was on me. He kissed me passionately, his hands roaming over my body. He pushed me back and lifted up my skirt and pushed my panties aside and dove into my pussy face first and started licking my clit. We had fantasized about doing this when I got there, but I didn’t think he would remember. I was so surprised it took me awhile to realize what was happening. This was the first time anyone had licked me in my life, and the sensations were incredible. It felt better than I ever could have imagined. I came almost right away, screaming as the pleasure washed over me. After it subsided, he pulled me close and hugged me. He was crying. I asked him if he was ok, and he said that I had just made him the happiest man on earth. He said he had wanted nothing more than to be able to make me cum like that. I knew then that he was the most incredible man I would ever meet. I still think that to this day.

We drove to the hotel he had booked us a room in. It was a really nice place not too far from the airport. He had already checked in and when I walked into the room I was met with a bottle of my favorite sherry and a huge bouquet of flowers. It was a huge suite with a hot tub, a huge balcony and several rooms. He had candles all around the place, ready to be lit. I set my stuff down and went to change my clothes while he lit the candles and opened the sherry. We had a drink and talked a little.

More later….

Almost done!!

I’m going home tomorrow!!! I actually feel great. I feel like I accomplished so much by enduring my psycho family without losing my head. I used to be just like them and fight all day, but I’ve been able to control my anger almost the entire time. I did participate in one fight, but that’s it. I’m so thankful for my wonderful husband. He’s taught me so much about how to keep my cool. He makes me a better person, and I love him for being like that. I’m so lucky to have found him. I think I’ll write my next hot post about how I met him. It’s a long story with lots of parts and lots of HOT sex. Now I just have to get all my stuff packed up so I can write later on tonight. I hate packing, but this time I am actually looking forward to it because it means I’m only three days from getting laid!!! TWO WEEKS without sex really sucks when you are used to getting it regularly. I simply cannot masturbate any more. It just makes me more horny instead of being a release. Even when I have phone sex with my new friend or my husband I still want more. I need cock. I want to suck cock so bad, and I need to be made to feel like a slut again, to be used. I need to get licked until I pass out (my husband is a master at that). I need to get fucked hard and fast. This year is going to be great, I just know it! I have so many new possibilities for cock…

Family

Sorry to dissappoint those who are looking for my latest steamy sex post. I can’t seem to write anything good lately. I’m staying with my parents and going crazy. I don’t know if it is from lack of sex or the extra sleep I’m getting, but I’m seeing my family in a completely different light. I no longer like my mother. In fact she disgusts me. She is unhappy, selfish, and rude to everyone around her. She hates Christmas and tries to make everyone else pay for it. She’s never been the type of mother to actually take care of people around her, i.e. her children. Even when we were young she never tended to us when we were sick, that was my dad’s job. She is a surly bitch of a woman who thinks the entire world is out to get her. My father just takes her bullshit and generally tries to stay out of her way. My brother, sister and I have only recently started to mend ourselves from the damage of growing up with her as a mother. I can’t tolerate the fighting anymore. I’ve been holed up in a room all by myself for most of the day. I read and slept and practiced. I can’t face her. I know I have to go to church with everyone tonight and that makes me sick also. I’ll just be standing there staring at the wall hoping for the time to pass quickly. I haven’t gone to church since last Christmas Eve and there are some specific reasons for it (different post altogether). She has also taken to harassing me to have kids. She feels like I’m ruining her life because she isn’t a grandmother yet. There is so much about her that I just hate, but it would take me two days to relate it all here in this blog post. I promise to write more sexy stories soon!!!! Stay tuned!

home, lonely home

I’m home for Christmas. Not my home, my parents’ home. I’m two states away from my husband and staying in my parents’ house in the frigid northland. I’m dying up here and I just arrived this evening. My husband and I decided to each go home for Christmas this year. It’s a long story, but basically since we don’t have kids yet we decided that it wouldn’t be so bad to be apart for Christmas. I’m already regretting the decision. I’m so horny I could burst. No men here for me. It’s the worst of small town USA. Everyone knows everyone else and no chances for action on the side.

Ok so it isn’t all that bad. I should finally have time to post some steamy new stories. Especially since I’m back where a lot of them happened back in the day……..

Stay tuned!

Drunk

I’m completely drunk right now. When I’m this drunk I get really horny. But when I get this drunk my husband always gets mad. I don’t know why. I’m not rude or anything when I’m drunk. Just really horny. Maybe this is his only downfall. I really want to suck cock right now, but there is no cock to suck. That makes me sad. I want cock. I want to swallow cum so bad. Damn!

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Music

I spent almost the entire day today locked away in a hotel room working on some papers I’m writing. I rarely get to be alone except in my car so this has been somewhat of a luxury. I didn’t get much done because I was in dire need of some major relaxation. I basically listened to music while trying to edit what I’ve aready written. I brought my cds in from the car and started loading them into iTunes because I never have time to do that. I forgot how enjoyable it is to just listen to music. Usually, so much of my day is spent practicing and studying music that I never take the time to enjoy it. I love music more than life itself. And now I get to go perform Christmas music for a sold out hall with my orchestra.