Things went better with Cookie. For our second date, I took her for a walk around the Indiana University campus. This is a great place to take a date. First of all, it is beautiful. There are a zillion trees and a creek with lots of wooden bridges to stop on. I know it like the back of my hand so I can be a tour guide to most women. ("This is the Old Well House. Legend has it that all co-eds have to be kissed here or they won't last a year. We wouldn't want that would we? Maybe I better give you a little kiss just to be sure. Or, this is the Kinsey Sex Institute where they have the second largest pornography collection in the world...They don't have a picture of you in there do they? (Alternatively, I have the largest collection. Wanna see it?"))
Cookie and I stumbled across an orchestra concert on the lawn outside the music building. Later, our bodies bumped while we were walking and we decided to hold hands for security. Cookie and I stopped in the Union Building and sat on leather couches and talked about how much we liked each other and swapped some history.
When I dropped her off at her car, we hugged and kissed and I slipped my hand down the back of her pants and caressed her butt. She jerked back at first, but I drew her to me and she moved into my kiss and grope.
When I got home there was an email from her inviting me to her place for dinner the next night. The dinner was good, but it was not the primary reason why I stayed for a year.
To me, Cookie was that cute little cheerleader I could never get in high school. About five foot two, (my ex was five seven) small body (big bones), blonde (brunette) and over sexed (once every ten days whether I needed it or not.) Cookie was also an angel on the earth. The sweetest woman I ever met who would coo my name like it was a mantra and gaze at me like I had walked out of a dream. It was exactly the sort of healing I needed.
Cookie loved to give blowjobs. She was the first woman I was ever with that preferred oral sex to vaginal sex. When I came, she would suck me dry until I begged her to stop because after orgasm my tip became super sensitive. At certain points I became tired of blowjobs and felt a need to stick it in some pussy. When I expressed my need, she was happy to comply.
She loved to watch me masturbate and asked permission once to take pictures of the event. Then she asked me to take pictures of her. Some of them can still be seen on the web if you know where to look.
One night we were fucking in the 'lazy man' position. I was working her clit with my left hand, my dick was in her twat and two fingers were up her ass. In mid stroke I slipped the cock and fingers out and redirected my unit into her anus. It slid in without preamble. It was the second best of the three assfucks I had so far had in my life, even without any visuals.
We completed the act and fell asleep without discussing it. The next day, at breakfast, Cookie turned to me and said: "You fucked my ass last night."
I was a little embarrassed about it really. I guess one of the reasons I like ass so much is that it is so private and forbidden. It feels like you aren't really supposed to talk about it so I didn't say anything, I just looked down at my food. Cookie took my chin in her hand, raised my face to her's and said, "I'm still glowing." I guess she wanted it to happen again. She got her wish.
Another time, as I sat in an arm chair in the living room of the beautiful house that she lived in, reading a book and digesting the lunch that she had cooked for me, Cookie came up to me, puddled into the area between my feet, put her hand on my package and said, "May I have the pleasure of taking you into my mouth?" That's really where the story "Candy and Kate's Fantassies, Ch. 01" found it's Genesis.
Late one evening, when I thought she was asleep, she caught me masturbating to some Internet porn. I'll admit it, I'm addicted to Internet porn. It's my habit to stroke for about an hour a day. I love it. It is great to select the woman and poses and the particular parts that I find most lovely while maintaining a steady, slow rhythm and then, when I am ready, to go back over the best ones and finally blow while staring into my favorite of the day. There's a redhead that I like who has the most perfect anal sphincter I have ever seen. There is something about a redhead's coloration that is so hot and this particular one has the shape, the ridges, the hair line, the corona that for me is perfect. So even though I was getting serviced well and regular, I began to miss my Internet girlfriends and one night when I thought Cookie was asleep, I sneaked into the office, got online and started stroking. Cookie came in and caught me. Many women would have freaked out. My angel slipped into the chair behind me, reached around and helped out. Maybe it was after that that she wanted to start taking pictures.
So you're probably wondering how I fucked that one up. Well, it was a little more complicated than that. For one thing, Cookie put on fifteen or twenty pounds while we were together. I think it is natural for women to get in their best shape when they are man hunting and then relax and bulk up once they think they've bagged one. She had a small body though and it didn't look good on her. So that didn't help as time went by and the intensity of the sex began to taper off anyway.
Also, Cookie and I were both really lost lambs. She had ended her business of twenty years shortly before we met even though it was successful simply because she wanted to reinvent herself. When it turned out harder than she expected, she got a little depressed.
We spent too much time together and started to get a little tired of each other.
I had been married for twenty-eight years and much too excited about the female buffet to limit myself and be easy in my mind about monogamy again so soon. She knew I looked around at other women and it made her angry. One time at a bar in New York I flirted a little too hard with a nineteen year-old transvestite and embarrassed her. She never really forgave me for it.
Finally, I drank too much.
So after about a year, I decided I would buy a house to fix up as a project. The house I bought had a finished basement and one evening I decided I would just stay there instead of driving all the way back to Cookie's place in the country. After that I didn't really live with her anymore.
On Halloween, Cookie told me it was over and that she had a new relationship. She never had any trouble getting a man.
Just a week later, she was diagnosed with colon cancer and within a year was dead. I am grateful I was spared having to watch her die. I would have happily given that to her, but the truth is that I was so raw myself I didn't have the strength.
So it was back to the Internet for me. Now I'm hitting all the highlights here, so what you have to keep in mind is that the great majority of my time was not devoted to wild fucking. It was devoted to trying to find someone to fuck or to thinking about all the things and people I had lost or pondering what I should do and where I should go. So even though this all sounds very casual or even cold hearted, it was really on most evenings, a terrifying and lonely journey. So I passed the time between Halloween and Christmas, immersed in the quest. The women I wanted didn't want me and the ones that I tricked into thinking I was perfect were a far cry from the image I held in my mind. Then Eve contacted me.
Initially I wrote back to her and said, "thanks, but you live five hundred miles away." Undeterred, she continued to harass me until I gave her a phone number.
She was the first woman I had phone sex with before we physically met. Actually she was only woman that ever brought me to orgasm over the phone. So then I became a bit more interested in meeting her. On my birthday, she drove from Columbia Missouri to Bloomington to be with me.
Along about when I opened the second bottle of wine, we moved onto the couch. I began to unwrap my birthday present. I just reached over and began unbuttoning her blouse. Now a lot of people don't believe that breasts get bigger when a woman gets aroused. I have anecdotal proof however. When those girls popped out of her blouse, what must have been an adequate bra on any other occasion could hardly contain them. I stared into her overflowing bags of comfort and released a deep breath of contentment.
Eve had a body that many twenty-year-olds might envy. The space between her legs where they ran into her torso must have been three inches wide. I wish I had measured it. There was plenty of room in there for her pussy. Lots of room when you got your head in there too. You can't have proper camel toe unless you have a space there.
I started in right away kidding her about getting a spanking and she played along, sashaying around and pouting. She was down to her underwear when I said, "that's it, young lady, time for your spanking." I pulled her over to me and got her into position to go OTK.
"I didn't agree to this" she protested as she pulled her panties down to her knees.
I wasn't very educated as a spanker at that time so she got off pretty easy. Most of the girls I spanked up to that point would say, "harder." I didn't want to hurt them. I was mostly into the erotic aspect of it, the bottom pointing upward, bare and vulnerable. The panties tucked under the bulge or pulled down to the knees. The opportunity to spread the cheeks apart and enjoy the view. I've learned a lot since then.
Many girls like a good sting. There's the pure sensation aspect of it. They can feel something at least. Maybe the sting makes their asshole tingle too.
Also, there are psychological implications to the spanking. There's the 'Daddy' thing to consider. Perhaps the young lady feels a certain atonement for guilt as a result of a good spanking. There might even be a religious basis that is satisfied.
To some people, surrendering control means that they are freed of having to think or perhaps that they are freed of all responsibility. It might be the only way they can relax.
