Don’t Need Your Money Honey

Just want your hard cock!

Was writing my previous entry when the Divorcing Doctor called me on the phone and the phone call went great. Maybe no coincidence then that the second half of the entry turned into a more descriptive tale then I would normally do when talking about a sexual encounter. So all of those who stumbled onto my blog think the previous was normal and thought cool, sorry. Those who read it and thought what a lame attempt at writing titillation then do not be scared of this blog as that is not the normal entry.

We talked for about forty-five minutes and well he is really easy to talk to and funny. Turns out his weariness of me has to do that being a cute and funny doctor apparently women are hitting on him constantly even while he is going through the divorce to try to become wife number two. I am not surprised I guess but then he said this has included many married women which surprised me a little I guess.

I spent a lot of my words then explaining that I am not looking for a rich new husband as I love the guy I got completely and went on to tell him a version of the truth about my life. Basically I am in an open marriage with a husband that enjoys knowing I sleep around and just looking for some good times and thought a cute doctor with days open and going through a tough time we could be a good fit. He really reacted well to this information. I am going to have to make sure I do not give off the impression of wanting more. I just hope he can tell the difference between heart feelings and horniness. 

Anyway he is going to call me again and set up a lunch date, hopefully sometime next week. I really like this guy and I have high hopes this can be a really nice fling. Perfect for spring that is if it ever gets here!

Writing this after Rock brought his full effort and attention to a great Saturday morning wake up and fuck session. I am both tired from it and oh so satisfied that I am still coming down from being on fire in my arousal. Do not know what that feeling is called but I do know I love it!

One somewhat typical morning

Alarm goes off at 6:30am. Rock is much more of a morning person then me. But my mind has to kick into gear as Rock likes sex of some type in the morning but even when he does not I get up with him and fix his breakfast for him which is usually orange juice, cereal and a piece of fruit. Rock likes variety in the cereal and fruit department.

This morning was extra sleep where Rock hits the snooze button. This just means I will not get anything drawn out in bed. Snooze then basically narrows it down to three things. No sex, sex of some type in the shower or blow job while he eats his breakfast. Rock gets up around 6:50 and does not call me into the bathroom so I now know for certain, unless he infers no, he will be using my mouth at the kitchen table for his pleasure.

I get up and put on a short silk robe. I comb my hair out the best I can after a night of sleep but I can never get it where I wish even with limited expectations. I have straight black hair that should be easier then it is. Once Rock hits the shower I brush my teeth and splash water on my face. Leave the bedroom and head to a spare bathroom. Rock enjoys giving me golden showers a lot but does not do the go to the bathroom while he is in there thing.

I fix Rock’s breakfast and wait for him to come out of the bedroom. Rock designed this weekday morning thing as some type of ritual to start out the day objectifying me and one of the principals was little or no talk and for us not to be love like. I am happy to report I usually keep up my end but Rock often fails. Today he comes up to me and kisses me on my cheek. Who gets tired of that in their relationships!

I serve him his breakfast then I step back, untie my robe and let it fall to the floor where I am standing in a hopefully sexy way. Rock may or may not look when I do this. Expecting him to look is not what an object is about; we do not have feelings or expectations required to please. I then I get under the table, there is no sexy way, and get between Rock’s legs.

I then unzip and pull out his beautiful cock that I still never not get a thrill in doing. I go to give him the best oral I can. I hate giving a blow job when it’s through the fly of a man’s pants. There is just not much to work with and there are less sensory pleasures for me. Another problem with this and Rock’s timetable is that he will usually not cum before he has to leave for work. At some point Rock pushes my head away so he can get his cock to deflate in time so I can put it back in it place. This is torture to a slut like me. A hard cock and it just goes to waste! Damn why is Rock so responsible! He is the boss he can show up late.

When that happens Rock might say some things to make sure we are on the same page or he may not. Once he leaves I pick up and put on my robe, eat my breakfast and clean up. Then it is time for my meditation and work out. I am a serious practicing Buddhist but have many attachments to shed. I like yoga but prefer more movement in exercising but found it works best for me in the winter months. From April through October I generally like to jog, ride my bike and go swimming for my exercise.

Once done it is a shower and I am on with my day…