Never one to limit myself to one man only. I was talking to another man and had the best cyber sex ever. He does loads of foreplay and i was begging him to fuck me. He says hes a cyber virgin. I was smitten.

Younger - by a year - than young boy. I never notice the age difference. He is clever, witty, unusual and thinks Im great. We decided to meet and I was feeling very nervous. I hadnt spoken to him for a few days before hand but I was not in during those times and I never thought anything of it.

I texted him what I was wearing, worried that he wouldnt recognise me and expected him to do the same. No reply. Turned up and no guy. I phoned a friend to tell her I had been stood up - a first for me. While I was on the phone, he phoned me. I phoned back and he said that he wasnt even home yet. He was playing sport and I knew he was coming back from that, but it had over ran and he had just finished.

I was relieved rather than annoyed cause I had been nervous - and not knowing what he looked like I was worried I would be disappointed - I like his personality and hoped he matched it physically. He sounded really nice on the phone. I liked his voice.

We talked when I got home and I liked him even more. He is a generous guy. He sent me some really bad photos but he looked really handsome in them. A rush of lust infact. Spoke to him until the early hours and I was really keen to talk to him again

I didnt here from him for a couple of nights and I contacted him. He told me a member of his family was seriously ill and he was a bit occupied. We talked and I brought up the age difference. He is now convinced I am thinking about it and its a problem. I have blowned it. I have email and texted him. He has been online and never contacted me.

The one that got away.

I hadnt heard from sick boy for weeks and had given up on him. Sad about it but had to accept it.

Suddenly he contacted me out of the blue. Said he had lost his phone - crap. But after initially telling him he was a shit I didnt hold a grudge because he had started working in that time on a new job and he was seeing much more of his child. I was delighted for him and the euphoria of that made his lack of contact less important.

I spoke to him several times over the next few days. He had caught me back up in his spell. I was high when I spoke to him. I was thinking about him too much. After a week he suggested coming over and I told him it wasnt convient. It wasnt. I thought about a time when it would be and texted him a suggested time and he agreed.

We negotiated all sorts of details, I had initially wanted a relationship with him but I knew he didnt want that. I decided that whatever way he was in my life was good for me. And I had ditched young boy so no chance of sex on the horizon.

We came to a disagreement as he wanted to come over for a short time and I wanted him to stay overnight. I just told him to forget it and got on with my evening - offline. After the time when he was originally supposed to come over I went online and there was a message from him. I answered it and we started chatting. The result was sex talk and him turning his webcam on. He is a handsome devil and I couldnt resist - he showed me just how much he wanted to come over, how ready he was. I agreed to dress up and he did too. We agreed a revised time and i went to get changed.

He came over and texted me and eventually he came in. He wanted to see what i looked like and he was keen to get started. We were still in the kitchen!

The phone rang and I went to answer it - it was my x and he had a few questions and moans. I almost moaned down the phone too as sick boy had his fingers inside me as I tried to sound normal and answer questions. He tried to enter me as Im trying to get off the phone with x. Very exciting.

I dragged him upstairs and we got down to sex. We were both excited and he came quite quickly. He had been ready for over an hour so its hardly suprising. We chatted after the sex and I once again felt so much for him. I prefer the chat to the sex. When he decided to go I knew he would not text or msn me. Its just sex to him and so I asked him for no promises. I havent had any contact with him since and I guess I wont until he feels horny again. He makes me horny every time. I just wish he felt more for me.

I was so looking forward to my next meeting with young boy that I could hardly wait. We texted and msned about how good it all had been and made some plans for a bit of dress up.

The night came round and I was looking forward to it. He was slightly late and we went to his place. I started chatting and he kissed me so we got down to the sex. It was great again and he never came. After a couple of hours I was getting tired and frankly bored.

I told him he would have to come but it seemed he couldnt and I ended up saying we would have to stop. He put some clothes on and sat down and said nothing. I lay in the bed wondering what my next move was. I came over and sat next to him. Nothing no affection. I was suprised and disappointed. I got dressed and left pretending everything was fine but I was pissed off. His behaviour was crap.

The next day I was on MSN when he pinged me and asked me had I recieved his text. I hadnt checked my phone so I went to read the text. Summary of text - sex really good but no relationship. Not news to me. I had planned no relationship. I told him how much he had pissed me off and how unacceptable his behaviour had been, he apologised and we agreed that we could meet again, only if he would come.

We agreed to meet and on the day he was feeling a little unwell but did not want to cancel because I couldnt give him an alternative date to meet.

We met, we had sex and once again he was cold afterwards. I left and went to see a friend and forgot all about him. He persued me again and I agreed to give him one more chance, was feeling horny so that was the only reason. I cancelled it as I could no longer make it, he begged me to come over for an hour but I refused. Not heard from him since and dont plan to make any contact.

I found no strings sex too cold and dont care for him at all. The sex was good but probably the man was too socially akward for it to continue. Relief it is over.

I was waiting for sick boy to contact me but I knew he wasnt going to when a 24year old man contacted me again. I had tried to put him off earlier but he wasnt going to be shaken that easily. Well I told sick boy I would date and thats what I decided to do. No harm in going out and to be honest I thought he would meet me and that would be it. Realise Im not the woman for him.

Met up at a pub and had a chat. He was quite a nice guy but I didnt really fancy him. We were chatting and I got the feeling he wasnt being put off.

He suggested we go to a pub nearer his place and since I like the pubs round there I agreed. As we got nearer he said it might be too late to get in and suggest going back to his place. I decided that that would be okay as I might want to kiss him and he didnt strike me as a public kisser. I didnt fancy him so a kiss was all that was going to happen and only if he made the first move.

We sat on the sofa and watch the TV chatting then he turn and kissed me at last, I knew it was coming for ages. He was a good kisser. I really enjoyed it.

He started to rub his big very hard cock against me and what with the kissing, I was really enjoying myself. I was writhing about expecting this boy to cum and it to be over. That never happened. He was making me more and more excited. It felt so hard and big and he was rubbing the right place. I was returning his kissing enthusiastically now and pushing him into to me. I was beginning to be on fire. I knew i wanted that dick. When he unbuttoned his trousers and I saw it and felt it I knew I had to have it. I was just about to shag a boy i didnt fancy and on the first date. Bad girl indeed.

I got undressed as much as was required got protection organised and he entered me. It was big and felt fantastic.

The sex was out of this world, he just didnt come and he was hard for almost 3 hours. Probably the best sex of my life. That was what it was sex. I was enjoying his dick and it was fantastic, and very unexpected. I was quivering with the pleasure. I was aching and very happy all the way home and we had already arranged to meet again. He really enjoyed the sex too.

I was still off work and had time on my hands and frankly addicted to surfing for sex. Broke my own rules - dont speak to men who have their children in the picture, cause the guy looked exotic and you couldnt see the tiny babys face.

Had a suspicion that from what he said in his profile that he may live near me, so I sounded that out right away. Same town, same school, different years. My sister was in his sisters year at school and his brother is a about my age. He is almost 10 years younger! We chatted about his daughter and my child, about breaking up from the other parent. He told me about an accident he had and how it had left him with a disability. He seemed so vunrable I really felt for him. He was worried that someone wouldnt accept the disabilty, even though it was minor. I really enjoyed the time we were online and the turning point came when he mentioned that he was not dressed yet as we spoke. That turned me on and we decided we needed to meet. He wanted to meet right away, I had turned him on too.

We lived less than 5 miles away but I wanted to meet him when I was looking my best. After several
online sex sessions and aborted meets, he got cold feet, I wanted to meet in a pub or restaurant and he was anxious about his disabilty.

We arranged to meet and we managed it. I was hooked by him already. We met and talked, his speach was slightly slower than mine but I hardly noticed. And I looked at his face and I knew I had to kiss him, I could hardly wait. We went to his car and kissed and touched and smiled. Both of us happy to be doing that. He because he wasnt sure anyone would accept him the way he was and I because I had found someone more vunrable than me. Or so I thought. We met again when we could and then one day he came to my home and I had sex for the first time since my relationship broke up, it was the first for him too.

If I thought I was hooked before, having him in my bed made me feel more for him. I was getting more vunrable and he was growing in confidence. The sex was not brilliant, it was good but not mindblowing. I felt I had achieve something. Not winning the Nobel Prize or anything but I had got the courage to have sex, be naked with a new man. Someone who didnt mind that my body was imperfect. Very liberating. We had sex again and spoke infrequently. He seemed to be pulling away more and more. We were not just seeing each other and I didnt want to be exclusive but I did want him.

I havent contacted him, he hasnt texted or msn me for a few weeks and I still miss him. I have deleted his number from my phone but not deleted him from my thoughts. He is seriously flawed, not in body, but in mind but I still care for him.

I watch him log in and it takes strength not to contact him. I will move along, I have already but I still want to be a part of his life. Just a little. I was addicted to him just a little and the withdrawal is hard but not impossible. Every day it gets better.

Onwards and upwards.

I was having online sex quite regularly when I met an unusual man. He contacted me and I saw his photo - he had such a lovely smile. I read his profile and he seemed to be interested in a larger woman - so I fitted the bill. On chatting about sex as it seems I was forever doing, we got to the bit where each says the things we enjoy doing sexually.

He loves feet and I love men to touch my feet. He also likes to be dominated so we tried it out. He gave me a few pointers and I really enjoyed it. It was really powerful. Getting someone else to submit to your will. Another fantastic experiance. And one of the best things about it is that I speak to this man 2 or 3 times a week and I absolutely love him. He is so clever and has his own set of values. We talk over lots of subjects and he always teaches me something. Its great to speak to someone intellegent, enthusiastic and a laff. He lives too far away to travel easy. But wish we were a bit nearer and I could meet regularly, or at all.

I have found a friend that I would love to shag.

I had my best sexual online experiance with a married man.

First time we chatted online I didnt see his photo (obviously not advertising himself on the dating site while married). After the first time, he gave me his msn and put up a picture. This man is so sexy. I couldnt imagine living in the same house as this man and not wanting to have sex with him several times a day. I know I would have to wake him up in the middle of the night just to have sex with him.

We chatted and it transpired that he lives less than 15 miles from me. He wanted to meet. I wanted to keep my 'good girl' status. Having been on the hard edge of an affair within a marriage I was not keen. I would have sex with this man if he wasnt married, but I admit to agreeing to meet him to kiss. We couldn't find a location to agree on, he wanted my house, I wanted a semi public place. I was really disappointed that we didnt meet for a snog but I guess both of us knew it might not stop there, so maybe meeting in a public place might be akward, if not arrestable!

One day I hope not to care hes married. I wouldnt be the first woman he has slept with while married. As of now I havent slept with him or even met him, but maybe one day. He turns me on so much. I would like to leave my guilty feelings out of the bedroom and just enjoy one of the sexiest men I have never met! Watch this space!

I joined a free dating site and had a week off as I was ill.

Talking on the site made me feel ssooo much better.

The first day I had several Instant Messages and got into a chat with a man who wanted to talk sex. This man was attractive, intellegent, witty - he seemed to be ideal. We began to flirt, he was interested in my bra size, suprise suprise. He also thought I would have a cute bum to match. I had to pipe up that my bum was not one of my best features, wide but flat. No J Lo. He wasn't put off because he is an ass fan. He loves Anal Sex. Not something I enjoyed.

My ex was into it for a while but had no patience and made me feel sore and used. I bowed out of sex with him around that time, he replaced me with someone else. Probably anal sex fan.

At first the talk of anal put me off. But he seemed to sense this and describe how slowly and gently he would take it and how he wouldnt ignore other parts of my body. About 10 minutes in I was hot for him and would have very happily had anal sex with him. I was quivering with adenaline after our chat. He had to go to work so I was left feeling very pleased with myself.

I was on searching for attractive men when I was Instant Messaged again. A man who was very complementary of my picture and once again asked my bra size came on and was very articulate. We had a chat, moved into flirting then fairly quickly changed to sex talk. After my morning encounter I decided to be less passive and comment if he described a sexual act I liked. I noticed he had no picture and I checked his profile and noticed his marriage status was 'prefer not to say'. Alarm bells started to ring - In time with my throbbing pussy! He was saying things I wanted to hear. I think then I mentioned his maritial status. He admitted he was married, but claimed it was in name only as he hadnt had sex since his son was born - 10 years previously. I wasnt convinced but my pussy had no consence. It was fair enjoying itself after a self imposed exile.

I held back a bit, hearing he was married, but was too far gone to stop now. I registered my dismay at his marriage, then let him describe all the things he would do to me. I came. I was over the moon.

Two sexual encounters and I hadnt left the couch.

I was beside myself with glee.

I am a woman in my late thirties, every day getting later.

A couple of years ago my long term relationship imploded and I was left single for the first time since I was a teenager. He cheated, I chucked.

A couple of years of boo hoo went by. He is all loved up with the other woman and I realise, thats it, got to move on. How do you do that? Almost 20 years since I was single and most of the time totally besotted with the man I had. Suddenly I had to consider looking at other men or decide I never wanted to have sex again.

I considered the no sex option for 2 years and had decided that was the way I was going. Dont know what changed exactly. I think speaking to a single friend who was sick of being alone, I realised once my child was grown a bit more and needed me a bit less I might feel lonely.

Ive been out clubbing, drinking in pubs. Does no one get chatted up these days. Do guys not ask you to dance. Do they ever actually speak to you? I am no babe but I got absolutely no action at all. I felt very unloved.

My pal who is a bit of a babe wasnt getting the chat, so I had to come to the conclusion, Men in the West End of Glasgow do not chat up women. Went to places looking clean, dressing up a bit, showing a bit of cleavage - nothing. Crushed I was. Here I was looking at men for the first time in about 2 decades and not one was looking back.

I am overweight, I am can be a slob in the way I dress, I rarely make an effort to look good Monday through Friday but I thought the male population were just waiting for me to get back on that horse and ride. It appears they were not.

I resolved to do dating the modern way. Speed Dating.

I registered and waited in anticipation for the day to come. Twenty single men in one room, in one night, dreams are made of this.

I preened, I planned, I was emailed at 10pm the night before to cancel. Not enough men, I know the problem.

The next date in my age range was a couple of months away. But I could wait. I was patient.

I was less inclined to preen, but planned my wardrobe carefully and waited for the date to come round. Feelings of Groundhog Day came. Cancelled at 9.30pm - not enough men. Where were all those single men?

I was disheartened, disgruntled and decided to give it up as a bad job.

I occasionally went out but never seemed to attract anyone. I have no guts for doing the chatting.

After several months I decided that I had to do the speed dating thing. I registered again, fully expecting to be cancelled. Logged on the night before several times just to check it was going ahead. Hooray. I was going speed dating!

The night came and I went straight from work. I was anxious but looking forward to it. I arrived and there were several men there already, not one was the Elephant Man.

The organiser explained that there were 11 men and 11 woman registered for the event (miffed already I was expecting 20). Three of the men didn't turn up. We were down to eight men. Twenty down to eight - I was being short changed already!

I met seven attractive, articulate, intelligent men and one guy who told me all about how much he hated his work. Unfortunately this was five minutes date plus 20 minute break. Hell on earth. His job was in finance and he made it seem even duller than that.

After the dating most of the men left but a couple of the guys (one of which was obviously just along with his pal) and several of the girls stayed behind for drinks. It was a good laugh. I had no curfew and the car so was relaxed.

The only number I came away with was a girls! No not lesbian action, the girl had told me about a free dating website which had the occasional night out. She said she was going with a group and I was welcome to join her.

I had just joined a paying site but no babes had popped up in the search.

I went home that night and registered. Within half an hour i was instant messaged a couple of times and asked my bra size. This was the beginning of a good girl going bad.

I have changed from being just a good daughter, sister, friend, mother. I have found the naughty side of me and am enjoying it. Its a wild journey.