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Eva's hot journey...
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Eva's hot journey... Hi, my name is Eva. I have decided to write a blog. Yes, just what the World Wide Web needs is another wanna be writer regaling an imagined audience with her prescient insights. Well, I do promise you not to do that. I have a very specific purpose in writing this blog. I am on a journey and I am inviting you, my dear reader, to join me. The title of this blog may give you a sense of where I am going. I am in the process of redefining my sexuality. Now that I am in my late thirties, I have felt an acute awakening of things stirring in my lower regions. While I have always been a sexual creature, I currently find myself trying to reconcile my sexual desires with those that society has thirst upon me. I have found that I have been craving to cut across the grain of sexual normalcy. The accepted precept of monogamous marriage I think is fine and healthy, however I know few people who, after a certain number of years of wedded bliss are anywhere near sexual bliss. I am recently married to a sexually progressive man who is in accord with my burgeoning sexual awakening. We are having immense fun talking and plotting all kinds of sensual daring do. It is this journey I have invited you on. My intent here is to write, in real time, a stunningly honest blog about my transformation into the sexual being I long to be. I have yet to act on any of these plans and I still have moments where the ingrained morality planted deep in my soul screams "What the hell are you doing!" Is it wrong to explore my body like this... Is it wrong to have another man explore my body like this? Would it be wrong to have another woman explore my body! Society has a confusing track record when it comes to sexual morals. The ancient Romans treated sex as almost a social institution. Pompeii was littered with brothels. I believe they had coined the word’ orgy’. In France, having a mistress is almost expected. My own adopted home town of New York City was a haven for open sexuality in the early 1900's, that is until the Comstock Commission came along and ruined all the fun. I could go on, but as you can see, there is no definitive precedence here. Sex is such a primordial drive. Nature wants us to procreate. That means having sex. It may be our strongest drive. Would you rather have a ham sandwich or a nap or get laid? Of late, I am finding myself less hungry and tired and considerably hornier. The nascent of my decision to stop repressing my sexuality came New Years Eve of this year. My husband and I were lying in bed, surfing my computer while talking about how we met, which was on an online dating site. There was silly boasts as to who had more followers (yes, it was me). I decided to go to the site and explore (ok, make fun of) some of the profiles, but my browser took me to an affiliated site that was very much geared to hooking up rather than to finding that special someone... and it was free to join! Now, Derrick and I have a truly wonderful relationship and part of that is the inordinate amount of laughing we do. He is a very funny man. He wrote the below profile for me: I am married but I still would like to explore... and I enjoy dating! I'm looking for something so superficial that it will have the atomic weight of helium. If we do have a date, count on getting lucky that first time as I have aggressive and very unusual needs. I anxiously await your contact. Well, I was so amused that I decided it would be fun to<b> upload </font></b>some pictures and post it. A little word on my pictures is in order here. I am passionate about photography and have been for many years. Last Valentine’s Day Derrick gifted me with a studio lighting set up. Before I knew it I was taking self-portraits. They got sexier and sexier as my skills increased. I thought this website would be a fun way to show off some of my work. It did! The first day I got 183 emails from obviously sexually deprived men. They were all so flattering and, while I have certainly been complimented on my looks before, I never could have imagined anything like this. Many of the notes were silly, I may post some of them at some point, some truly funny, some warm and kind and some overtly sexual. I was surprised at how, on average, good looking these men were (are). A few weeks ago I decided to meet one of them. I am just now wondering if I can use their real first names! I guess I can. I may rethink this at some point. Well, his name was Todd. I met him after work at a champagne bar in lower Manhattan. I changed out of my work wears into a pair of black pants, pumps way higher than I am comfortable with and a painfully sexy black lace top. I had planned on not wearing a bra but chickened out at the last moment. While I do not drink often, I did take a shot of vodka before I got there, which may not have been such a good idea. Todd was waiting for me, he purchased a very expensive bottle of champagne and we talked for two hours. He was as good looking as his pictures, something fairly rare in online meetings. He had a fun personality and was very much a gentleman. I had a horrible time! On the way home, I called Derrick and said that I felt very odd. Some of my anxiety was due to a very stressful situation at work. Part of it was certainly due to the societal morals that I still was conflicted with. Since then, work has calmed down some and I have realized that my window of being a sexual enjeneau is not all that wide. As I look back over my life at this point, I feel worse about the things I didn’t do rather than what I did. So, I began exploring again last night. Firstly, when Todd contacted me a week and a half ago, I did reply and told him that I could see him this week. He didn’t get back to me. I don’t know if he is just busy or has lost interest. I have, however, reached out to three other men, two annoyingly attractive Italian gentlemen (one is actually living in Italy and planning a visit to NYC in three weeks) and a professional photographer who wants to collaborate with me concerning photography, and ‘more’ he writes. I am excited and nervous and anxious to see just what this week will bring. I will not be posting every day, I work hard and long, but you will be the dragged into my odd little world just as soon as there is something new on my sexual front to blog about… UPDATE: Last week I decided to revisit Todd. We met at a bar here in the City. This time I felt more at ease, though I still wore a bra! We had a few drinks and then I decided to, well, fuck him. A quick cab ride to my apartment, during which the cab driver yelled at us for making out! Really!! It seemed like moments between walking through my door and having his cock in my mouth. The sex was excellent, he was a little larger than I am comfortable with. UPDATE 2: Oh my... two weeks ago I had a morning date with one of those Italian gentlemen. Met him at a Starbucks. He was staggering attractive, impeccably dressed and had an endearing Italian accent. His name is Luca, and quite married. He was very aggressive and was expecting our initial visit to become a morning booty call. I barely got away with my panties. Are all Italian guys (the ones born in Italy) like that? Well, he was very aggressive and he tried to contact me way to often. I ignored his attempts, until... I didn't. Last Sunday evening I invited him to my place. I don't know what I was thinking. He started kissing me within seconds of coming though the door. It couldn't have been more than a full minute before my top was off and not much more than a second minute before I was naked and in bed. He began giving me oral sex. It was getting very good and I suggested that he may want to slow things down before... well, he didn't and I did, cum that is. Now he was ready to put on a condom and fuck me. There were two issues, he was uncircumcised and small. There was another issue, I wasn't horny anymore! I waved him off. He asked if he could masturbate. I like to think that I am a gracious woman and politely agreed. He blew a load on my chest larger than anything I had ever seen. He dashed into the kitchen and grabbed a role of paper towels, which he used a large amount of trying to clean me off. Then, he took the DNA tainted towels and put then in a plastic bag and left. I couldn't stop laughing. This guy didn't want to leave behind any evidence. What a treat. Derrick has been highly amused and turned on by my sexcapades. We enjoy revisiting these adventures as well as some of my past sexual history. I may blog on those at some point. I have been of Senior Sizzle now for about three days and there had been quite a bit of activity. This could be interesting, I will keep you in this little loop. UPDATE 5/5: I am not really sure how to let you all know that I am updating without a grand notice. I will put a date on each update so you all won't have to hunt for new stuff. I hope this is proper 'blog' protocol! Saturday Derrick and I decided to go out to do a little shopping and have a fun dinner. I think it would be helpful to give up some background. Derrick and I met a year ago August 11th. A year and a week later, we were married. I have a place in Hells Kitchen, he has a place on the North Shore of Long Island. I am still working in the City so it hasn't been expedient for us to move in together yet. He comes in and stays with me a night or two during the week and I spend most weekends on Long Island with him. So... back to the present. We left late in the afternoon. While I am not much of a drinker, I decided to have a shot or two of whisky. You know how it is once you start drinking? Drinking more just seems to make so much sense? Oh boy. Was it the liquor or was I just a little horny, but I decided to wear a white see through blouse without a bra. So, here I am, kind of drunk, note, it is still the afternoon, and looking as sexy as I was feeling. We did some shopping, specifically for some scandalous, stupidly high red pumps that I need for some photos I am planning. Derrick was, what he calls, percolating. He uses this word when I get him all crazy horny. While my top wasn't sheer, it was just see through enough to give someone who takes a good luck a nice view of my nipples. I was initially a little anxious dressing like this during day light hours, but both the whisky and the stares I was getting added to my budding sense of horn. By around eight that night, we ended up at a Cheesecake Factory (Please don't judge us, as mentioned multiple times, I was DRUNK, horny and hungry!). Of course, there was a wait. We were hardly off in a corner by ourselves, but I still took Derricks hand and put it under my shirt. I felt like a as he felt me up. I loved the feeling of his hand on my bare breast. My nipples are really sensitive and I was just very much enjoying the sensation. On a side note, the woman handing tables mishandled our name in some way and that electronic thing they give out to let you know that your table is ready hadn't gone off in over an hour. Derrick, who is by nature a very sweet man, walked up to the woman in charge and let her know that we were leaving and would not return, ever. I don't know why, but this made me laugh and we dashed out of the place like we had stiffed the check. We headed back home and on the way found ourselves at a delightful restaurant called Tojo. Now, the last time we ate there, a few weeks ago, I shared with Derrick a very scandalous part of my past. He gets a boner every time he passes the place. My outfit caused a minor sensation and Derrick was so percolated after an afternoon of looking at my breasts he was fried. I was still drunk but coming down. After we ordered, my phone pinged me to herald the arrival of an email. It was from Todd! We hadn't communicated for some time. "How are you Eva, when are we going to have sex again?" I put the phone down and slid it over to Derrick. He was turned on... again. "What are you going to say?" Derrick asked. I know what he wants me to do and he knows what he wants me to do, however, he is so respectful of me and tries to not make me feel any pressure. I appreciate that. I took back the phone and typed "How about Thursday?" I hit send and then slid to phone back across the table. Poor Derrick will now 'percolate' for five days. I worry that he will hurt himself! I will get back to you all late next week... |
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Sexuality compatibility is a trait that is often overlooked. We usually look for someone who fits our personality and *hope* that we're sexuality compatible with the other person, but I think that's why a lot of people end up looking elsewhere. It's great that you -- as have I -- have found someone with whom you are sexually compatible. Good luck with your blog. Always blog about what's important to you, and the right people will read it.  [post 3097853] Come join the half-nekkid fun! Check out HNW Bloggers.  
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A compelling read McMorri, probably because you are so articulate! And welcome to the ville of blog, I'm very much looking forward to reading more from you!
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There are few things sexier than a true woman (not girl) in total charge of her sexuality. One of those few (read one) things? A woman that looks like you, in full charge of her sexuality, and proud of it. I will be waiting with baited breath, both to read updates and in hopes of receiving an answer to an email.
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Eva, Let me first compliment you on the lighting in that second photo. It makes for an excellent shot. Second, it is definitely a treat to find someone who is also articulate when writing about their escapades. There are quite a few people on this site who do so, but it is always good to find a new one. Third, let me offer a suggestion that you add posts to your blog rather than adding edits to the existing post. That way anyone that sets themselves as "watching" the blog can get notifications of the post. Best of luck on your endeavor and make sure you take measures to stay safe.
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