First, don't ask what I've been doing. You know I can't tell you.
Second, maintaining a sex blog is hard work. I've been doing this since 2007, and it's amazing how many blogs have fallen by the wayside. The biggest loss is the Fellatrices. This started out with one woman as the Fellatrix. Then she invited me and a couple of other female bloggers to contribute. I did at least a dozen posts and they were the most popular. Now the site is gone, as is all my writing. So I'll have to catch you up on my oral sex essays if I can remember them.
In the meantime, if any sex bloggers would like to share links shoot me an email. I'm especially interested in women and real stories, not fantasies.
D.C. is the way I like it, slightly rainy and in the fifties. I can wear suits again. Being back in the office has its ups and downs. I'm also back in the soap-operas of my life. Chad is still playing emotionally unavailable to his girlfriend, Lauren. He's a dozen years or more younger than me, and even though I kicked him to the curb before I went on my long assignment, I fucked him the other night. I'm feeling very fortysomething and, truth be told, it's flattering to have an attractive young man want to bed me. So I gave his big cock a long, agonizing (to him) blowjob before bringing him off in my mouth and tasting that thick semen as it rolled down my throat. Chad being Chad, he was hard again in no time, and I rode him to a nice orgasm. This is going nowhere, but I was horny.
I also spent a night with Wendy. Her effort to patch up her marriage has failed (no surprise) and her affair with the married man continues to disappoint her (no surprise). Girl love has its rewards in cuddling, patience and the forbidden (if mom could only see her slutty little daughter licking an older woman's pussy). Wendy and I both came multiple times. But again, this is going nowhere. I'm just a port in the storm, but at least I get off.
At my advanced age, it's nice to still be hit on. I'm going on a real date this weekend with a guy my age.