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You know how in movies sometimes a character is clairvoyant and they look at another character and see their future? Lately, whenever I'm out and I look at a man, I get a very vivid image of how he'd sexually interact with me. Some just squeeze my tits and play with my nipples, some eat me voraciously, others face fuck me, some have intercourse with me missionary style with slow repetitive movements (I look away quickly from those), and others fuck me good and hard.

So, it's a real quandary as to whether I go to Lowes today!
 
TnA4U said:
You know how in movies sometimes a character is clairvoyant and they look at another character and see their future? Lately, whenever I'm out and I look at a man, I get a very vivid image of how he'd sexually interact with me. Some just squeeze my tits and play with my nipples, some eat me voraciously, others face fuck me, some have intercourse with me missionary style with slow repetitive movements (I look away quickly from those), and others fuck me good and hard.

So, it's a real quandary as to whether I go to Lowes today!
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My thing is similar to that. The difference for me is I don’t imagine them with me most of the time. I like to look at people and wonder with my imagination, how they would fuck. SOOOOO much fucking. My wife knows I do this and she’ll catch me looking to long and come whisper in my ear her own imaging.
 
Headed home after a week away at a conference and my wife is needing some action.
 
Yesterday I was invited to join a meeting of a club of of executives. In perusing their promotional materials and their website I noticed there was but one other female featured - and she was a member from another city. I thought about writing back to the individual who invited me and pointing out to him that I was clearly not his target membership demographic. Then I thought a minute about that.

What if I am? What if their intention was to invite a woman they all had voted for to their next meeting - a professional affair with speakers, networking, etc. And then, at the evening hor d' oeuvres, drinks, and networking session, it became a competition to see who could seduce that woman. This thought intrigued me and I began to consider the scenario.

At the culmination of a day of meetings and speakers, I don a low-cut fitted dress with a high slit up one leg. After a gin and tonic, this introvert feels comfortable enough to engage in small talk. The conversation, as expected, skirts the lines between professional and personal. Naturally, I keep my wits about me as the men all down their second and third drinks. As the talk became peppered with increasing instances of double entendres, the moments involving briefly touching my hand or forearm extend to lingering touches. Every few minutes I'm ushered across the room by a different man to meet other loosely intoxicated men. Each time, the hand at my waist dips slightly to the curve of my hip. As the evening progresses the dip of each hand moves closer to my ass.

With each fresh introduction, the speakers mouth moves closer to my neck than my ear. He inhales the fresh scent of my hair as he takes pleasure in the warmth of my skin. I allow him to linger here, as well, signaling to the others my willingness to entertain the only somewhat subtle seduction. What would normally be a handshake introduction, at this point in the evening becomes "hey, I'm a hugger!" The greetings draw my body close enough to feel steel in their dress trousers.

As I carry on inane conversation with my new friend, I feel the eyes of my introducer and those gathered around us, undressing me with a clear concentration on my breasts. When I position myself on a high chair at the bar and gracefully cross my legs, the glimpses through my dress slit become stares and prominent twitches in trousers are noticeable. The alcohol and prolonged seduction having taken hold. Still, when any man becomes untoward, making a bold move or using crude language indicative of his having downed a fourth drink, others instantly become my protectors, perhaps a moved programmed through evolution to insinuate himself as my possessor.

Still, while enjoyable for a time, my way is not the way of the school girl. The flattery and lascivious looks do little to stir me.

It's the quiet man at the bar, sitting confidently and sipping on his second whiskey, the one I've stolen glances at throughout the night, who occupies my thoughts. It's not his nature to join the crowd or to pander for a woman's attention. From across the room I can see the arousal in his eyes, yet, he remains stoic and composed. He's playing a longer game - one where the simpletons in the room exhaust themselves trying to win my attention. He can tell I'm not a simple woman and that such rudimentary seduction will miss it's mark with me.

So, when I ask the cadre gathered around me who the man at the end of the bar is, I'm met momentarily with silence. They recognize, almost immediately, that the alpha in the room has already won the game. Reluctantly, a disparaged man escorts me to him and I'm offered the chair facing his, my back to the crowd.

Well played my new lover.
 
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TnA4U said:
You know how in movies sometimes a character is clairvoyant and they look at another character and see their future? Lately, whenever I'm out and I look at a man, I get a very vivid image of how he'd sexually interact with me. Some just squeeze my tits and play with my nipples, some eat me voraciously, others face fuck me, some have intercourse with me missionary style with slow repetitive movements (I look away quickly from those), and others fuck me good and hard.

So, it's a real quandary as to whether I go to Lowes today!
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Actually I’ll probably be in Lowes today also, but probably a different one. I’ll be the one taking you doggy style.
 
Thinkin about giving my wife a massage when she gets home. I love the view of seeing a sexxy oiled up woman, and the feeling of my hands firmly gliding across her body. Listening to the moans of pleasure as her aching muscles get kneaded by my fingers and palms. My favorite part to massage is the ass, which in my experience are a womans favorite place to be massaged.

I havent found a woman yet whose pussy isnt as slick as her oiled up exterior after being massaged for a bit. I usually have precum oozing out of my cock bc i get so aroused giving massages.

Gonna have to wait about 2 more hours tho
 
TnA4U said:
You know how in movies sometimes a character is clairvoyant and they look at another character and see their future? Lately, whenever I'm out and I look at a man, I get a very vivid image of how he'd sexually interact with me. Some just squeeze my tits and play with my nipples, some eat me voraciously, others face fuck me, some have intercourse with me missionary style with slow repetitive movements (I look away quickly from those), and others fuck me good and hard.

So, it's a real quandary as to whether I go to Lowes today!
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Oh, girl! If I had that superpower, I'd be in Lowes every damn day! 🤣🤣🤣
 
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