Game - private question, public answer

I don't have a strategy when I get on here ... and I've never set a "date" to meet someone on lit for a chat.
 
I'm not offended by compliments. I truly try to think the best of people ... so compliments are welcome. "Nice ass" included :)
 
Answer: Being a stowaway on the Irish Star cargo ship from Seattle up the Canadian coast to Alaska and back.
 
This is actually the second time I've joined Lit. the first time I got pretty heavy in to the chat side, but I got really overwhelmed, so I deleted my profile and said I wouldn't be back. Mostly incredibly pushy DMs every time I logged in. There were some nasty people, and the block function didn't really work very well.
 
Two jump to mind immediately.
1. Never Talk to Strangers - The girl busts in to her lover's apartment, teases him, taunts him, mocks him until he's had enough and turns the tables on her. I love the power shift dynamic, and how it drives him crazy, until she just gives in.
2. Similar vein, a french movie called Infidelite - She books an appointment with him at the massage clinic he works at so he can't avoid her, and basically goads him into taking her right then and there. I love how it's passionate, and sweaty, and how they have to be quiet because there are people in the waiting room, but she can't help crying out.
 
I don't think I'd have the courage to do this to a man I didn't know .. but here goes my answer in my short, choppy style:

Sport's bar on a Saturday night with my husband and two of his friends (I don't have many friends so "his friends" is a common thing lol )

I'm not really watching the game. I never really watch the game. That's my husband's thing. But I like going out.

Barstool. See a guy I used to see enter and walk across room to my left. He doesn't see me. He will tho. He'll come to the bar.

He does but down the bar to my left. I turn on my stool towards the bar (I was turned towards the room next to my husband who was turned towards the bar watching the game on the big screen tvs). I look down and see that he's looking in the mirror behind the bartender. He sees me. I smile. He smiles.

I tell my husband, "I see a friend. Be back). I walk towards my friend. He turns and opens his stance to me. We talk. Laugh. flirt.

He says "Too bad you're here with your husband."

I scoot scoot scoot a little closer to him and run my hand over his crotch, "Its okay. There's a game on. And another one after this." I squeeze him and feel him start to swell, "I doubt he even remembers I'm here."

There's more but that answers the private question :)
 
Answer: I have chatted with one guy who seemed to share most of my fantasies and we spent a lot of time coming online to share our links and roleplay a lot. We have masturbates together and still I don't know what his real name is air what he looks like.

I loved the emotions which he made me feels and I I believe I made him cum more than his own wife. He was very comfortable sharing everything with me and we had a wonderful time together virtually.
 
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