I'm feeling naughty, and when i feel this way, there's no stopping me!

I am itching to do something. I can't sit still. This feeling is overwhelming, insatiable and i cannot rest until my inner Vixen is satisfied. Hubby looks at me and says, " I can see what's happening. Go, enjoy yourself". I would never do anything without his consent.

Hubby's permission is all i need and i get straight to work!

I go through sh... Nothing screams out at me though. I read some profiles, scroll through some pictures... Press like a few times...

But nothing really excites me... Nothing that will satisfy this feeling.

I decide to create an ad ...

"Vixen looking for young Bull for quickie. Port Elizabeth area. Meet in 3 hours"

I bite my lip as I press send.

Not long after, I receive notification that my ad is approved and it is up.

I wait. My foot tapping on the tiles, my hand fidgeting with the table cloth...

Queations racing through my mind... Who will reply? Will someone reply? Is there anyone online? How long will it take for someone to read my ad?

My questions are soon answered when suddenly there are 3 notifications, only seconds apart...

I go to my inbox and read the messages from the three potential studs.

I dont need to be diplomatic. I need to find the one that is going to pleasure me in such a way that I will be apeased and able to carry on as normal.. Carry on as normal until the next craving that is, the next yearning for an unknown lover to ravish me.

The first potential playmate is a youngster of 27, lots of energy, stamina... But how much experience can he really have?

I move on to the second.

He is a married man playing without consent, age 39 - at this stage in life I don't need drama. All I need is a fuck. Nothing more, nothing less.

I go to the final message.

Now here is a man in his early 40's. Divorced, fit and "eager to explore". This one interests me even though he is not that much younger than me. I look at his profile and read his vouches.

" Knows how to treat a woman", "Intuitive", "Sensual", " Learned in the art of orgasms"...

This is the one! The excitement overwhelms me and instantly i reply.

I give him the address of the Hotel I often use for my sexcapades, the time and my number. No greeting, no "How are you doing? " crap. Just the necessary info.

About 10 mins later, a text comes through. "See you at 6. Room number? ".

No emoji, no exclamation mark. This is exactly what I wanted. No frills, no chit chat, no BS. Just someone who also has needs to fulfil.

Now its go time. Time to morph into my alter persona.

I go into my wardrobe. Out come my playtime clothing, my Slutty Stash as I call it. It includes thigh high leather boots, fishnet stockings, corset - and- suspenders and of course my favourite... lacy crotchless panties... All in black...

I begin to prepare...

As 5:30 approaches, I make my final touch ups and finish it off with my 24 hours Super stay, Scarlet lip stick.

I look at myself in the mirror. I practice my sultry, seductive smile, I pout my lips. I am so ready!

I don't know how I got to the hotel, but i did.

I check in and am given the room 212 keycard.

I take the lift to the second floor and find my room. As soon as I am inside, I send him a message on sh with the room number. 212. No contact numbers exchanged- my rule.

I remove my jacket, leaving my ample breasts just covered by the black lace corset...

It won't be long now.

I can feel my clam lips swelling, i feel a little wetness as I move around the room, waiting impatiently yet excitedly.. I sit down on the brown leather ottoman at the foot of the bed, thinking how it clashes with my outfit.

There is a knock at the door. I stand up and head for the door, ironing out my skirt, straightening my corset and plumping up by breasts..

In front of me stands a tall, athletically built, dark hair and green-eyed man.

His black Levi's, the perfect fit. A white, slimfit v-neck hugs his upper body, showing off every muscle... I almost lose it right then and there!

He enters and i close the door. As I turn around, he is standing right there, I almost bump into him. He takes my face in his hands and kisses me gently as my hands linger on his muscular back, tracing each muscle.

His hands decend... Slowly down my shoulders, down my arms, just brushing past my breasts and down to my butt cheeks. As his hands move, it's as if he activates every nerve as he goes along, sending shivers throughout my body. My hands reach up to his head. He groans as I grab hold of some hair. I kiss him passionately whilst I ruffle his hair and he squeezes my butt cheeks into him...

He takes my hand and leads me towards the bed. There he unzips my skirt, it drops to the floor...

He motions for me to sit. Kneeling before me, he unzips my boots and takes them off. He takes my one foot and begins to knead at my sole with his two thumbs. I realize what he is doing... He is watching me closely as I start to breathe more rapidly, my body making little jerking movements each time he puts pressure on a certain part...

I can feel that at any moment I am going to cum. NO! I can't give him the satisfaction! He needs to work for it dammit!

I see him smile. Is he reading my mind? I think he suspects my dilemma. He gets up.

First to go is his white tee. I do not take my eyes off of him as I see his muscles flex as he pulls the white cloth off over his head .. Then his socks and shoes. Slowly he undoes his belt and pulls it out of the loops in one motion. He throws his belt onto the bed beside me. Then he undoes what feels like a million buttons (I curse whoever thought this many buttons was a good idea!)

He purposefully takes his time, teasing me...

Once his denims fall to the floor, I nod in acknowledgement and pure sexual lust - my lover is underware-less...

First, he takes my leg and kisses his way up to my thigh, my body wincing at every touch of his lips- he is enjoying seeing me helpless, at his mercy.

This is NOT what i expected from a quickie...

This is way better!

He nibbles at my inner thigh. I can feel my love juice begin to gush..

He tells me he likes my crotchless panties and that I'm his first conquest that has worn them... I like being someones first of something...

He looks up at me, those eyes hypnotising me, making me more and more pathetic as I beg him to fuck me. He makes his way up, this is it! This man is going to take me now!

But that's not his plan.

Instead, he takes my both my hands with one of his and ties them with his belt. Was this what he had planned all along?? He takes the top part of my corset and pulls it down, allowing my breasts to escape. He sucks my nipple whilst pinching the other, increasing intensity until he decides it is enough...

He looks up and smiles at me as he moves down towards the end of the bed, slipping to the floor.

He takes me by my hips and pulls me down so that my arse is on the edge. I cannot stop him, I am at his mercy..

He takes my legs, bends my knees towards me and then forces them apart.

He then buries his head and I can feel his tongue sliding up and down between my lips. "You taste amazing" he says whilst slurping up the juices he had a hand in producing..

His tongue finds my love button which has escaped from it's protective hood. He sucks and nibbles and teases her.. As his tongue makes its way to my wet, pulsating opening, he massages my clit with his thumb. The feeling of his 5 'o clock shadow as he moves down between my engorged lips almost sends me over the edge.

My heart is racing, wet droplets begin to appear on my face. I am writhing, my legs opening wider.

As he stands up, I can see his huge member, the veins almost popping and pre cum dripping... In one swoop, i find myself on my stomach, arse in the air. I am now begging for his mercy , begging for him to fuck me...

The moment he penetrates me with his rock hard cock, I scream with pleasure! He thrusts deep and hard, then stops and kisses my back with wet kisses. He poceeds to blow on it, increasing my lustful yearning. This whilst he gathers himself... This happens a few more times... But I can't take it anymore! When he is in me again, i try to take a bit more control... As he thrusts in, i slam back into him, the sound of wet slapping between us excites us both. We increase our rhythm. The wet slaps getting closer to each other, the sounds also increasing . As i let go, I squirt all over him, shaking as the intense orgasm flows through every cell... This pushes him over the edge and he pulls out. I turn around just in time to accept some of his lava-hot load all over my breasts... his vigorous yanking not assisting at aiming at anything in particular...

Throwing his head back as the last bit runs down his shaft and over his fingers...

He falls down next to me and after gaining his breath, turns to untie my hands. It doesn't assist in me feeling free, I can't move, I am paralyzed from pure ecstasy.

With his elbow on the pillow and his head in his hand, he slowly starts to spread his cum evely over my breasts, blowing it dry. The air on the wetness gives me gooseflesh.

"Wow" i say.

He repeats "Wow"...

We doze off and when i awake he is gone.

I don't know his name. Nothing. Nothing about him. I just know his sh handle. And that's enough for me.

Tonight whilst laying next to hubby, I will send him a friend request and type an amazing vouch, just before I press play...

One of hubby's conditions😉