It had been five full years of dating after High School that were five full years of freedom to thrill, control and to pleasure or avoid, deny and forget any guy chosen.
It was all followed by over ten years of a miserable marriage living with someone that had never really measured up, never allowed and never pleasured. They were years to forget and try to deny until finally freedom arrived again with the chance to soar and partake.
It was now mine to choose again and regain control over nearly any guy I wanted. Now the chance again to experience and give pleasure as it was received. It's now the opportunity to touch, arouse and drive mad with desire at what I can do and I can do so much while I too receive the pleasure of my effort.
There had been very few bad experiences for me and even those were mostly my disappointment as moments approached and I found out finally what was available. My marriage had been a long bad dream. The marriage had been total dismay and disappointment and I'll never understand why I started or allowed it to continue so long.
Enough of that! Now I'm free and I love men. Their bodies to me are like sweet, smooth chocolate melting on my tongue as I taste their pleasure. I love a strong chest, strong arms and tight abs but mostly I like his endowment if it too is firm, large and available. I also love to drive a guy insane with lust and my need to see then feel what he'll do, what he'll want and how I can control him.
I don't want to control his life or his will but just his body, his need of me and his pleasure. I want to feel how quickly he responds when he sees me, touches me or feels my touch. If he meets my desires I want to strip him by ripping away everything that covers him as I get to what I want and need. I want him mine for those moments and I want to feel and taste him. If I get my way he'll receive pleasure above anything he's known before and he'll know that I can deliver... if I want it. He'll learn quickly that he won't find any woman that can do more of what he's always wanted.
I'd existed through five years of totally inadequate sex. I'd always been in need of it and then followed more pain as I experienced five more years of unwanted chastity. Sex with the ex had always been determined and controlled by him and I wasn't allowed to do any of those things I craved most.
I finally kicked him out and filed immediately for a divorce. I'd heard of a lawyer with a good record for woman clients and she was worth every cent when I found her.
The ex hadn't even contested it or the demands the lawyer insisted on. The house and car payments would continue without question, both of them were mine to meet from our settlement now as I remembered the one good thing about the ex. He had been financially a great choice and even with the huge alimony he wouldn't really be hurt and I would have freedom while even the house and car payments would be his responsibility to compensate me regardless of my future marital status.
For two months I'd remained celibate after the divorce was final. But then things changed.
My neighbor had a son that was in University a few miles away but made trips home on a regular basis.
The kid was tall and athletic looking and for several years he'd mooned over me but now he was nearly twenty-three. He'd always volunteered to do my yard work and I knew it was free as long as he could see me and frequent my presence. When I wore anything slightly revealing his eyes would lock on it and he would get nervous when I caught him staring.
After High School, when his parents were at work and when he wasn't working he would hurry over to see if I needed anything. It had always been cute and even arousing but I'd always been fully reserved with him.
Then it happened. He was home from University for the week and after his parents had left for work he made his usual trip over. I'd been in a hurry that morning and thinking of applying for a job that afternoon but that morning I'd pulled on an old, too tight pair of old shorts and an old tee also too tight. I'd put on a few pounds, more than thirty, and hadn't worn them for years but when I caught a glimpse of my appearance as I walked by the mirror I was pleased.
I thought my extra weight had added just the proper amount of curve as I moved toward the kitchen to make breakfast. Perhaps for a job if I got the right guy to interview me later when I was better dressed then he too might be pleased enough to hire me.
There was a soft knock at my kitchen door and I answered it to see the boy standing there. I smiled and invited him in then told him I was about to have breakfast. As he sat at the table I turned and asked if he'd like me to fix him something too.
His eyes were huge and gawking and I realized I'd not put anything on under the shorts and blouse. I glanced down and noticed my nipples fighting against the inside of my blouse then realized how excited he'd made me.
I turned, held a small frying pan in one hand and smiled as I studied him. A huge bulge had grown in his jeans and he wasn't able to answer if he was hungry. A wave of interest swept over me and for a moment we studied each other's body.
I returned to reality before he did and then I smiled more broadly. I swept the pan as a pointer while asking him how school was. The movement of my arm caused my breasts to move and his eyes followed intently.
Finally I gave in and walked closer to him before asking if he liked what he saw.
He was completely embarrassed as he tore his eyes from my breasts and glanced up into my eyes. He still couldn't speak and finally I told him to stand.
He did as I'd commanded and then I continued by telling him to drop his pants.
He was confused and so I reached over, took the sides of the jeans at his waist and yanked them down. He wasn't wearing anything below them and I gasped at his size.
My legs trembled and grew weak, unable to hold me up, and I settled to my knees in front of him. It was only an instant before he was in my hands and my mouth moved closer and kissed it.
It's warmth and freshness was too much and I opened my mouth then took him in. It was the first time since before my marriage and I realized how much I'd needed it. I knew I'd always enjoyed giving head to the right guy and now knew how I'd missed it.
After I'd kicked hubby out I found an adult store and although I felt guilty it was my need that drove me into the store. I selected two items. The first was the largest and most realistic copy of a male's privates and felt good, real in my hands. The second was a device called an egg that promised on the carton that it would provide the most satisfying experience a woman could have. The guy waiting on me smiled with his own lust as he studied me and then told me it was all true. The guy had then been clumsy enough to ask if he could take me into the back room and prove it.
I'd been tempted but resisted as I paid for them and hurried home.