Mary. Just the sound of her name brings back such memories. Mary. We met a year after my divorce on one of the many dating sites, where you can pick and choose women as if shopping for shoes or tools. Of course, they must select you as well. My profile was always sincere and honest; I sincerely wanted to meet interesting women. Mary was short and a big girl, referred to as a BBW (big beautiful woman). Her face was so pret...

There was something special about Mary, yet there was also a deep dark secret. Recall, I met Mary while perusing the pages of available women on a dating site. She was forty-nine when we met, a Big Beautiful Woman (BBW), standing at five feet tall with a pretty face and soft, full breasts. She dressed tastefully, further enhancing her beauty. She was sexy as all heck. Our third date was at her small home, which was seclud...

Why did I choose another woman over Mary? I ask myself this question frequently. On paper, Mary had all the qualities of a good partner, from fun-loving, smart, excellent cook, and mixologist to her sexuality. Then, why did I then choose to keep her hidden from my friends and keep her in a closet? While dating, post-divorce, many of the women I dated never met my friends and certainly not my children or family. This is no...

Why did I choose another woman over Mary? I asked myself this question frequently. On paper, Mary had all the qualities of a good partner. She was fun-loving, smart, an excellent cook and mixologist, and of course, offered incredible sexuality. Then, why did I then choose to keep her hidden from my friends? And equally as important, why did she allow this? While dating post-divorce, most women I dated never met my friends...

Why did Mary keep this relationship alive? There is one truth to this relationship, we both loved each other. We continue to love each other, yet she is gone, living with another man. However, there is more to the story, read on. For years, we usually saw each other once a month. During the pandemic, we didn’t see each other for a long year. However, when we were together at Mary’s Little House in the Woods, the sex was w...

Debbie was a slut that I met on an online dating site. Her photo looked appealing, light gray hair, thin with small breasts. Her profile mentioned she suffered from MS and did not drive. I knew of a few ladies with this dreadful disease, yet I sent her a message, a simple hello, and that she looked pretty in her picture. I added a few comments on her profile to make my message personal. My profile was honest, I was living...

I represented an offshore company and managed their convention booths in the United States. I was married at the time and was often horny. Usually, the wildest thing I did was go to gentlemen’s clubs in various cities and then back to the hotel room to masturbate. The truth was, I was cautious and afraid to pay a lady for her time, living instead with the fantasy. In Vegas, prostitutes were everywhere, and it was fun watc...

It was eleven pm. Walmart was busy with holiday buyers, and no one noticed two cars parked near the end of the parking lot. In the backseat of my Jeep Cherokee, I was naked, and the night air felt wonderful on my hard cock, as did this stranger’s mouth. The man sucking my cock had short, grey hair, a wedding ring, and a mustache. I didn’t know his name; it wasn’t important as he licked and swallowed my cock, making slurpi...

I drove down the narrow road leading to the boat ramp, a slight rain was falling. In the Spring and Summer, it is hard to find places to park at the ramp, with all the tubers, kayakers, and people enjoying the river fishing. In the Winter, it is virtually empty, the perfect place to meet a man from SQ for some erotic pleasure. Just one problem, there were two cars already parked by the boat ramp, neither of which was Tim’...

I needed a break from my partner and went to my old neighborhood a few hours away. I booked a hotel room and drove to a favorite park for some hiking. It was a cold January day, and there were not many people around, which was perfect. It was getting late; sunsets are early in January, and I was cold but also very relaxed. Nothing like being alone with your thoughts in the woods to calm the mind. On the way back I decided...