Author: Monalisalady

Five weeks since we had seen each other last. Five long weeks when you miss your lover.

I missed everything about him. His chest hair, his muscular body, his lips, his dick, oh God, his dick…

We only had two hours today. Two hours that I had to steal from all our responsibilities. It felt wanton driving to the hotel for sex in the middle of the day.

“Room 111,” he texted.

“Be naked, I can’t wait,” I responded.

He kissed me so hungrily when I walked in the door, his hands in my hair pushing my head back. Raining kisses along my throat and jaw. Cupping my heavy D cup breasts in my blouse, tracing his hands over my round ass squeezing and lifting me.

Pushing me hard against his erection. I loved it, every single caress. He pushed me back against the bed and pushed my white cotton string bikini aside to lick my hairless pussy. His tongue probed and swirled until my hips were bucking against his face. I had one hand on his head and he held my other hand with his strong one. Read more »

I showed my lover the last post and I didn’t know if it would be awkward between us. We were firmly in the “no feels” camp right from the beginning.

“I am NOT falling in love with you, believe me,” as I pushed the shower curtain open to see him peeing. Months ago I said that. He was nothing I wanted intellectually. An athlete but not a deep thinker. I couldn’t imagine myself actually living with him. We had nothing in common. Except, crazy hot sex.

His heart was burned badly when he was younger. I don’t think he’d ever allow himself to be that vulnerable again.

But, the sex. Why was it so good? I swear my body just melts into his. I never can get enough.

As he is pounding me in prone bone (one of our favorite positions) I turn a little, “Am I too wet? Not enough friction?”

“You are never too wet, I love it!”

My pussy was making that slippery squishy sound. He was moaning. Pushing me harder and harder into the bed with his hard body. Taking handfuls of my plump ass and squeezing as he sat up to ram me deeper. Read more »

“We can keep going,” he said. “We can,” I laugh.

We were talking about our affair, not just the spectacular sex. We were so in sync with each other’s bodies that we knew when to stop (which is rare) and when to keep going. I never wanted to stop him pounding me.

I get jealous when he talks about his previous lovers which irritates me. We were cuddling after sex and he was explaining how he became a better lover from his first long term affair. He tells me how energetic and beautiful she was.

“Don’t tell me how beautiful she was when I’m in bed with you!”

“You’re beautiful and so much sexier,” placating me.

Why do I have to care? He kisses me like he wants all of me but he’ll never have me at all.

I never want this to stop. This affair has progressed from fucking to this connection. No matter how much I worship his dick and grab at his muscular body, I want more. No matter how much he kneads my big breasts and licks my pussy, he wants more. We can’t get enough. Even after eight months. It’s never enough. We are ravenous. Will we ever get tired of each other?

Two weeks. It seemed like an eternity. Not seeing my lover in two weeks was wrenching. Time moved slower and slower.

“I’m pulling in now,” I text. “Air conditioning. Put it on. We are going to make enough body heat,” I add.

I knock on the hotel room door and he pulls me into his arms. That embrace. His smell. His chest. His body hair, soft and darkly curling. He’s naked save for a white towel at his waist. I can feel his dick pushing at my stomach. Oh, I’m fucked and we haven’t even started yet.

He hurrily pulls off my clothes…and pushes me back towards the bed. His strong hands are tracing my curves and his tongue is softly lapping at my pussy. I reach down to touch the top of his shaven head and push my hips into his face. “Mmmm…yes, right there. Ohhhh.”

Taking his time to turn me on. This is a mature man that doesn’t rush sex. It’s leisurely and paced. Sometimes, frantic with desire but never rushed. He waits for my build up. He knows what I need. I don’t even have to say it. Read more »

“Are you sure you’re not too tired?” I joked. “I’m going to wear you out, you know.” I added.

We had just seen each other on Friday. So, we weren’t particularly ravenous today but our schedules only allow certain time periods. When you are having an affair, time is a fleeting commodity. We try to see each other whenever we can. Sometimes more frequently and other times less.

Three hours today.

“You look pretty,” he says admiring my pencil skirt and blouse instead of my normal gym attire. He raises my arms to take my shirt off and admires my ample cleavage in my navy lace bra. Wrapping his hands around me from behind while nuzzling my neck and holding my breasts in his strong hands.

“Fuck…yes,” I breathe. It doesn’t take much to get me wet. Seven months of spectacular sex makes me ready. So ready. He touches my pussy under my matching navy undies that are already wet.

He groans into my hair. Pushes my panties down to my calves and bends me over the bed. The head of his dick fits so snugly inside of me. “Ohhh. So good,” I sigh. He fucks me like he has missed me. I reach back to push his rock hard thighs into me. Deeper. Faster. “Please…” Read more »

My lover texts me the room number 216.

I text back, “Be naked. I’m almost there.”

Reaching the room, I knock on the door. No answer. I know it’s the right room. I knock again. No answer. I knock louder and the hotel maid looks up from down the hall. Embarrassed, I duck my head. “God, I wish he would open the door,” I think.

He finally opens up. “I’m sorry I didn’t hear you. I was in the bathroom.” He is wearing a white towel wrapped snugly around his trim waist. His chest hair is dark against his skin. He wraps me up in his arms and I just melt. I breathe him in. He smells so good. I can’t stay irritated for long. Our moments together are limited by being in an affair.

Secret lovers. Hidden texts. And, precious little time.

Touching my body gently, tracing my curves. “I like this,” he says gesturing to my yoga top. “Oh, I thought you’d like what I wasn’t wearing,” pulling my yoga leggings down to reveal no panties. Just my bare white plump ass. Read more »

My lover maneuvered my body sideways and lined him now hard dick to slide into my wet pussy. We both sighed in unison. The feel of us was exquisite. “I love being inside you,” he groans. My ass is shaking from his thrusts. He is grabbing it and kneading it with his strong hairy hands.

I get so turned on from our physical differences. I’m pale, petite, a little plump, curvy (ass and boobs), lightly freckled with red wavy hair. I look like a renaissance painting. He’s tall, dark hair all over his body, muscular, and brutish but not particularly handsome. He looks like he could be in the mob but he’s not. He’s not as attractive as my husband but he turns me on in ways that my husband never could.

My lover pushes away, “It’s too much. I can’t stop.” I reach out with my mouth to suck his dick with the cum leaking out slowly. I’m lying flat on the bed and directly under his body while he looks at me sucking him dry with my pretty pink lips. Read more »