🔮 What are you doing right now? 🔮

[~Elizabeth~]

Thinking of the phone call I had a short bit ago.

 

[Him15]

Cooking potatoe leek soup

 

[LostHorizon]

Eating dinner

 

[nock]

I see this forum thread pop up occasionally, and I’ve never responded because I take things literally. What am I doing right now? Usually, I’m sitting down to write my erotica and procrastinating by reading everyone’s thoughts and posts. Not very post-worthy.

But it’s 2:15 PM EST on Friday the 22nd in Bar Harbor, Maine, where I am currently in the cabin of a rather large boat with a man I met last night. Let me be a little more specific. We are both guests in this town, staying at large vacation homes belonging to our friends. I did not know him before last night (don’t judge me—I’m an adult and can make good choices).

Last night, Thursday, it was warm, and we had drinks at the Garden Lounge. It was crowded. The conversation with my friend group was tedious. It was about where to buy the best cheese in America. The discussion at his table must have been similar. We were sitting back-to-back, and without turning around, we started trashing the people in our two friend groups. No one noticed us talking because we never turned our heads. It was so much fun. We even started texting our comments.

Our conversation lasted at least an hour, fueled by several G&Ts, and was far more interesting than whatever pretentious topic our friend groups were discussing. In my loosened state, I might have even shared this secret side of my life—writing erotica. That definitely took the chat down an intriguing path. He pulled out his phone and started reading my work, pretending to scroll through emails. I guided him to some of the more “third rail” stories I’ve posted. I turned my head just enough to see my work created the appropriate reaction from him.

Finally, I had to pee and told him I was going to a quieter place. I came out of the bathroom, and there he was, just as I hoped he would be.

Twenty minutes later, we were on the boat he rented for the weekend to take his friends up the coast. I texted my friends that I went back to the house with a headache. By the way, this boat is huge. Three bedrooms. It’s impressive.

He’s older than I am. I’d guess around 65 since he recently retired from a comfortable job. I pitched him a few of my upcoming story ideas. He suggested the story were were living out in real time was good. I told him I didn’t know how that story ended.

That led me to call him Captain, and we headed to the front cabin for our first mating. We started last night around 10:30 and then woke up around 3 AM, quietly skinny-dipped in the marina, then returned to the boat, and boom, he was back inside me. He bragged about his skill in aftercare, and wow, he was not kidding. No one gives aftercare like a man with a few decades behind him.

We got up this morning, walked to breakfast, and I texted my friends that I met someone. He texted his golf buddies and said the weekend is off. We just showered, and I have three choices right now: go back and get my luggage and clothes, keep wearing the same clothes from last night, or lie around nude with Sean. Nude is working for now.

He’s making drinks and walking back into the captain's quarters, and since I’m apparently his first mate for rest of the weekend, he’s in charge of all shipboard events.

Gotta go, Sean is back.

I think you know what I am doing right now for the next hour.

Wow, I love it, Wendy, so you are "the woman in white" in your Maine-story...

 

[Meekly_Anna]

After a friend pointed out to me that my next post would be my thousandth, I am currently thinking about what I could write on this joyful occasion. My last post was a friendly reminder in the political section of this forum to the MAGA front that they have destroyed the American dream and what disgusting and hateful small-minded racists they are. Since neither I nor my target audience for this post were filled with deep joy, I now need to find another topic.
I would love to write about how hubby congratulated me on my upcoming anniversary and then fucked the anniversary girl half the night long until she fell asleep, exhausted from joyful fulfilment. But that's not going to happen, because he doesn't know that I'm writing here, and he doesn't need to know. A Room of One's Own. Unfortunately, there's another reason why it won't work. The reason why I so rarely, in fact no longer, wake up in my bed with my body sticky with sweat and my thighs encrusted with dried semen is not because I'm being fucked on the leather sofa in the living room with the window open, but because my better half has somehow lost interest. Not completely but every three months is not very ... filling.
No, I don't want any offers to impregnate me or rescue me from my sad existence. It's not sad, and I don't want to be rescued. Life is more than just orgasms. Don't get me wrong, I miss them (at least the ones with a hard penis inside me; the ones without are no problem, albeit a little lonely), but they're not everything.
But what else can I write about in a forum that is primarily about sex and desire? Hardly anyone would be interested in how delicious my stewed apples are, except me, when I make apple pie with them in January. Perhaps you'll be happy to hear that I'm delighted with how beautiful and perfect the weather is for cycling through the golden autumn. That's what I'm doing this afternoon.

 

[munch2much]

After a friend pointed out to me that my next post would be my thousandth, I am currently thinking about what I could write on this joyful occasion. My last post was a friendly reminder in the political section of this forum to the MAGA front that they have destroyed the American dream and what disgusting and hateful small-minded racists they are. Since neither I nor my target audience for this post were filled with deep joy, I now need to find another topic.
I would love to write about how hubby congratulated me on my upcoming anniversary and then fucked the anniversary girl half the night long until she fell asleep, exhausted from joyful fulfilment. But that's not going to happen, because he doesn't know that I'm writing here, and he doesn't need to know. A Room of One's Own. Unfortunately, there's another reason why it won't work. The reason why I so rarely, in fact no longer, wake up in my bed with my body sticky with sweat and my thighs encrusted with dried semen is not because I'm being fucked on the leather sofa in the living room with the window open, but because my better half has somehow lost interest. Not completely but every three months is not very ... filling.
No, I don't want any offers to impregnate me or rescue me from my sad existence. It's not sad, and I don't want to be rescued. Life is more than just orgasms. Don't get me wrong, I miss them (at least the ones with a hard penis inside me; the ones without are no problem, albeit a little lonely), but they're not everything.
But what else can I write about in a forum that is primarily about sex and desire? Hardly anyone would be interested in how delicious my stewed apples are, except me, when I make apple pie with them in January. Perhaps you'll be happy to hear that I'm delighted with how beautiful and perfect the weather is for cycling through the golden autumn. That's what I'm doing this afternoon.

I think it is easy in the highly curated world of social media, to think that everyone else is doing stuff that we aren’t.

As ever, things are nuanced. Beware the person with easy answers.

It’s great you are finding joy around you.
And it’s true, there’s more to life than sex.
Even on Lit

Happy 1000th!

 

[jonnoback]

After a friend pointed out to me that my next post would be my thousandth, I am currently thinking about what I could write on this joyful occasion. My last post was a friendly reminder in the political section of this forum to the MAGA front that they have destroyed the American dream and what disgusting and hateful small-minded racists they are. Since neither I nor my target audience for this post were filled with deep joy, I now need to find another topic.
I would love to write about how hubby congratulated me on my upcoming anniversary and then fucked the anniversary girl half the night long until she fell asleep, exhausted from joyful fulfilment. But that's not going to happen, because he doesn't know that I'm writing here, and he doesn't need to know. A Room of One's Own. Unfortunately, there's another reason why it won't work. The reason why I so rarely, in fact no longer, wake up in my bed with my body sticky with sweat and my thighs encrusted with dried semen is not because I'm being fucked on the leather sofa in the living room with the window open, but because my better half has somehow lost interest. Not completely but every three months is not very ... filling.
No, I don't want any offers to impregnate me or rescue me from my sad existence. It's not sad, and I don't want to be rescued. Life is more than just orgasms. Don't get me wrong, I miss them (at least the ones with a hard penis inside me; the ones without are no problem, albeit a little lonely), but they're not everything.
But what else can I write about in a forum that is primarily about sex and desire? Hardly anyone would be interested in how delicious my stewed apples are, except me, when I make apple pie with them in January. Perhaps you'll be happy to hear that I'm delighted with how beautiful and perfect the weather is for cycling through the golden autumn. That's what I'm doing this afternoon.

That’s bar far the best 1,000th post I’ve seen

 

[Meekly_Anna]

That’s bar far the best 1,000th post I’ve seen

Thanks, too bad there's no 'I feel ashamed and now blush like fourteen year old girl investigating what can be done down there' button.

 

[Him15]

Waiting for this caramel to cool so I can melt the chocolate ontop

 

[ccs29745]

Waiting to go to work

 

[LittleMissSunshine12]

Avoiding my enormous email backlog

 

[nock]

Thanks, too bad there's no 'I feel ashamed and now blush like fourteen year old girl investigating what can be done down there' button.

I'd love to see you blush like a fourteen year old girl and hear what you found out and tried to do with your 'down there button',Meekly_Anna, and maybe that button stiffens a bit when it hears you talk about it, or rather because its bed god suddenly a little wet...

 

[munch2much]

It’s time for some cafe culture

 

[TongueLust]

Waiting for my cousin and godsister.🕯 #HialeahBound

 

[Soccerfanpen21]

Would it be inappropriate to ask what the work outfit is today?

The restaurant supplies us with T shirts of various colors with it's logo and according to the weather we're allowed to wear shorts or pants, our choice. The temperatures are dropping here so I wore tights under my biking shorts yesterday and will today..

 

[LittleMissSunshine12]

Taking a bath after a tiresome but short work day

 

[UsuallyPresent]

Cleaning nut-bits outta my teeth

 

[BongoGal]

Taking a bath after a tiresome but short work day

Don’t drop your phone!

 

[TongueLust]

Cleaning nut-bits outta my teeth

Dingleberries?

 

[HornyKatie1979]

Killing time before my final meeting of the day.

 

[Leafythrusting]

Killing time before my final meeting of the day.

I’m jealous. In my 2nd meeting and still have 5 to go! Ugh.

 

[Treeview]

Dishing some attention on my cat.He killed his first mouse and left it laying inthe middle of the hallway so I could seeit

 

[HornyKatie1979]

I’m jealous. In my 2nd meeting and still have 5 to go! Ugh.

Ugh! I hate days like that!

 

[TongueLust]

Chilling in the backseat.

 

[Leafythrusting]

Ugh! I hate days like that!

They are the worst. Especially when there are “distractions”