Adult Casual Dating

I thought I’d start out with a sticky post where I’d introduce myself. I’m sure many people have done just the same or very similar things on their own blogs, but if anyone would like to, I’d be happy to see others introduce themselves to me using this post as well. Even if only to direct me to their dating site profiles with their introduction on it.
I have a good job with a comfortable income and I’m very happy with my monetary situation right now. I try not to be cynical but I think there are a lot of ladies out there who see how much money a man has or how much he makes a year as a very important attribute when looking for a potential match. Let me assure you I am not poor at all. I’m no Bill Gates but I’m happy with what I have.
Now, having said all that, I bet you are wondering (I know so many people will be reading this hehe) why I chose such a name at all.
Well you see, I think that you don’t necessarily have to be hard up for cash. You could be hard up for a lot of things. You could be hard up for an excuse for being late to work. Or hard up for a reason not to eat that last cupcake. mmmmm, cupcakes. Anyway, I was thinking my user name was rather clever really. In my case I am hard up for love of course!
And of also I was thinking my name was rather clever because I am also hard up for sex. And there is a connection there I’d be happy to point out to those who don’t understand it.
Lastly, the fosho part. I have no idea where that came from. I guess I just wanted to throw some gangster talk in there. Show how much of a badass I am. Hehe

Working from home has a benefit. I get to play Free Sex Games at night, if I am so inclined (and I often am lol). Oh wait, when I travel, I can play at night too…hmmm. But I digress came over last night. The girls were gone to the Free sex games (further proof that babies were switched at birth) and we had the house and yard (?!?!) to ourselves!
I’m not a big skirt wearer….ha, that’s an understatement. In fact, I only own one ‒ a wrap around skirt I had made for me in Mexico. So when, in speaking to J the day before, I mentioned that I was wearing a skirt to lunch and he replied, No way! I want a pic…it got me thinking.
When he saw me, in my skirt and a little white t-shirt with my nipples poking out, he got a big ole smile. I don’t know if it occurred to him then that I might not be wearing panties but he found out later….oh wait, I’m getting ahead of myself.
We spent some time catching up, hanging on the front porch, indulging in an Free porn games, unwinding from the day. It was a beautiful night ‒ stayed pretty warm (a sure sign that summer is just around the corner, thank god!).

We went in to refresh the drinks and I found myself unexpectedly bent over, hands on the ground, ass high in the air, skirt parted (look ma, no panties hehe), silently grateful for all the yoga I’ve done that allows me to be quite comfortable in that position!

To throw gasoline on the bonfire, J decides that this will be a night where he will tell me when I can cum, where he will tease me up to the brink, make me stop, tease me some more, make me stop…til I’m begging.

There, on the kitchen floor, his plan is less than successful (or extremely successful depending on your point of view). He barely touches me before I am squirting all over the floor. Never satisfied with just once, he continues to tease and finger and fuck me, each time making me stop, catch my breath, relax, let the fire subside, and then starting again. My legs begin to tremble, my breath is coming in gasps, the blood rushing both to my face and my pussy. I can feel the buildup ‒ its making me squirm, I’m pushing my ass back against him, trying to make him forget that he isn’t letting me cum. I start to beg…each time I’m sure I won’t be able to hold it, each time I feel my control slipping a little farther away. But I hold on. It takes me longer and longer to back off, to come down, to let the fire subside. He takes me closer and closer to the edge each time….and then lets me go. And away I go ‒ what feels like gallons of liquid squirts out me, a scream rips from my throat and I cum harder than I can ever remember cumming before.

I’m getting a really nice response from the Haiti donations. Thanks everyone – it’s a wonderful thing that you do!
Most I have written to and sent pics.
Others have not told me where to send the pics. For example, here’s one from Speedy:
“You have inspired me to donate. I was already thinging about it but hearing everyone that has has made me finally do it. Also if you have any pics of you and another woman 69ing Id love to see that.”
Happy to send some personal pics if you tell me where.

Ok, here’s the next Adult Dating pic in the champagne sub-series.
Yes, champagne certainly makes me want to spread my legs.
I use these sort of poses to entice Jon to do bad things to me. I think that almost every woman on the planet – who WANTS to be fucked – uses some form of enticment to move her mate to action.
In our group Adult Dating play and gangbangs sitting like this certainly gets everyone motivated and rising to the occasion.

If it’s a bi woman, she’ll come up and stick her tongue in my pussy or simply lick my clit, my labia, my shaved mound.

And, it’s pretty hard for guys to resist too.

Thanks for all your comments on my last blog – they are GREAT.

Okay, continuing on in my Life of a BDSM Sex Slave series.

My Master really enjoys objectifying me – just treating me as an object he owns – to be desired, displayed, and used in all sorts of ways.

In the process of objectification I get sooooooo horny, Jon can do whatever he likes with me.

My one thought is to please him.

In this pic he makes me bend backwards so that he can reach the entire front of my body, my breasts, pussy, and mouth.

He might play with me like this for a long time.

He can whip my body and legs or put a dildo in me or bring me close to orgasm – then deny me the pleasure!

He can and does anything he wants to do really.

In this position he’ll often go to my head, thrust his cock into my mouth, and push all the way down my throat. Then, as he is fucking my mouth he’ll whip my pussy and breasts.

He is a mean mean Master.
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There is no place where the phrase, “different strokes for different folks,” is more perfect. Different things make different people happy. It’s what we are all after isn’t it? Don’t we all just want to be happy? Isn’t that why we signed up for Adult FriendFinder, looking for something to make us happy?

Some people aren’t happy unless they’re sad. They need the drama and turmoil in their life to make them feel alive and happy. Others just seem like they are happy all the time. You know the type, the one who wakes up perky and happy and stays that way all day. Even if someone runs over their puppy they never seem to be anything but happy. I just want to choke the life out of those types. Rest of casual dating »

Have you ever noticed you have different levels of friends?
Theres the acquaintance, someone you know from work or school and you talk to them occassionally but you really know very little about them or their lives.
There’s the buddy. You talk regularly, maybe have lunch, dinner or see a movie with.
Then there’s the good buddy. You loan him/her your power tools or pick up their mail and feed his fish while they’re out of town.
Then there are good casual dating friends. People who you’ve probably known for some time. You go on vacation together maybe. You invite them to your home for dinner. Maybe you are the godparents to each others kids. If something bad were to happen, they would be the first ones there with a helping hand.
Then there is the end-all, be-all of friendship, The best friend. They not only do all of the above things, but they are the ones that will help you hide a body. You don’t usually have very many of these types of casual dating friends. Rest of casual dating »

He got down on his knees next to Linda, who moved her face very close. He gripped the shaft of my cock, down near the base. Linda’s face was only inches away, her eyes bright with interest. I relaxed and tuned into the energy as he took the head of my cock in his mouth. He began sliding me in and out of his mouth while sucking. I could tell that he was enjoying it and I felt a thrill of mutual pleasure energy. She was also highly aroused, her mouth open and her breath panting. I glanced down and saw that she had two fingers in her pussy, sliding them in and out in time with him sucking me. I again felt that odd, three way energy connection.
I smiled and reflected that it wasn’t bad at all, sharing pleasure with a man, at least in the context of also sharing this with his female partner. He took me deep into his throat, which surprised me. He gagged a little, but managed. Linda made a comment about “Now you know what that’s like.” I noticed that he was sucking harder than a woman would. He was stroking me hard while sucking, being more aggressive than any woman had been. This wasn’t bad, just different. I wondered if I he wanted me to cum in his mouth and whether I would be okay with that. I have to admit that he was getting me close. The thought was broken when she stopped him and told him to stand up.

Checked the other local female adult sex dating blogs, and the beautiful poetry they write… is there some part of me that’s not working, that has never been inclined to spout the romantic stuff or even felt like that?
Poetesses:
funsassy 33F
kancana 36F
Even the others: happyladychat/Serene_Ann & poison_syrup have been known to spout a lyrical line or two…
Normal plebians:
the rest of us.
P.S. If you get past the blinding colour scheme of prettysexydoll,.. it’s quite a nice adult dating blog.

Just as we continue to have friends for conversation, friends for movies, friends for sports, friends for shopping and food,.. why not continue to have friends for sexual encounters even after marriage? Why limit yourself to only one?
Of course i think it’s heroic, but isn’t it selfish?
But then i think,.. i have a bag, i do not want other people’s from Adult Sex Dating hands on my bag and staining it with fingerprints. I have an attachment to it. So, if it’s a mutual promise, then i don’t think it’s selfish. What do you think?