Sometimes it still feels strange when I've put the key in the lock, stepped inside and turned on the lights - and I see dildoes and handcuffs and stuff laying all over the place instead of the kids' toys and schoolbooks and Ray's dirty clothes and beer bottles. And then I remember . . . oh, yeah . . . that was my OLD life . . . I miss the kids all the time, but sorry to say I've never once missed Ray.

I fucking love the freedom I have now. I never knew life could be so enjoyable. Maybe that was because before now, I'd really never had a life I could call my own. I met and married Ray when I was still totally inexperienced. (I was twenty-four, but he was my first lover.) We dated awhile and then got married and started having a family almost immediately. Three wonderful kids and eight miserable years later, I decided I'd had enough, so I left. Ray was a good father and I was a crap mother so he got the kids, and we were all happy. I had the right to see them on weekends, but that rarely happened - either they were busy, or else I was. Oh well, everything happens for a reason - and it was definitely better for everybody this way. It's no good for kids to know their mother's an easy fuck.

But hey - I am what I am. I make no excuses. I kicked my shoes off, grabbed a cold beer and turned the computer on. Oh, goodie ! Loads of messages just sitting there waiting for me, including several from e-mail addresses I didn't recognize. New playmates ! I was getting wet already . . .
One address I knew all too well. I'd fucked Dave two or three times. Looked like he was eager for another go - tonight. OK . . . me, too. As I was busy dashing off a quick answer, my cell phone rang. It was Dave wondering if he ought to stop off at the liquor store on his way over. He said he'd pick up a couple of pizzas, too. Cool. I hadn't had dinner yet. We were by no means a couple, although Dave had dropped a few hints along the lines of he wouldn't mind if we were. And sex with him was definitely an awesome experience - it's just that I was far from ready to attach myself to another man yet. I was having much too much fun having lots and lots of sex with lots and lots of different men. Men of all shapes and sizes and ages; I didn't really care. I just wanted sex - and lots of it. On more than one occasion, I'd have sex with one guy on my way home from work. Then I'd go to my apartment, eat dinner, shower and go fuck Guy # 2. One thing I'd learned so far was that unattractive men made some of the best lovers.

Dave showed up in half an hour with a cold six-pack of beer, a fifth of rum and two large pizzas. He was one of the afore-mentioned not so attractive guys that really knew how to use his cock. He was short and stubby and sort of well . . . greasy, so I always made sure we started things off with a long, hot soapy shower. We'd first met when he answered a posting I'd placed on Craigslist, looking for NSA sex. His reply was just a photo of his cock, fully erect. I'd been totally amused, and had answered with a photo of my open cunt. He was definitely rude and crude; he was always pinching my ass or my tits Sometimes it bothered me, but mostly I didn't care.

We drank a couple of beers and ate a few slices, then headed for the shower. As he soaped my bottom, he slipped a finger in and out of my mostly-unused-by-men asshole a few times. It felt really good, so I started sort of fucking it. My other hand shot straight for my crotch. Dave was already busy jerking off. I grabbed his balls with my other hand and massaged them. We stood there like that under the shower, letting the water beat against our skin while we pleasured ourselves (and he fucked my asshole with his finger)

After we both came, we got really clean, then moved from the shower to my bedroom. Dave wasn't especially fond of licking pussy, but that was more-or-less OK because he was such a good fuck. He had a really fat cock that stretched my cunt and filled it up nice. He also had a lot of stamina and could make me come more than once, something I'd only heard about before fucking him. He always left as soon as the sex was over with, which didn't bother me at all. In fact, I was usually kind of glad he was gone.

Allen, on the other hand, was a man I could barely tear myself away from. I wanted him around ALL the time. He was really attractive. He had a college education and good manners. He dressed really well and and he smelled great. He had more disposable cash than most of the guys I knew and he spoiled me rotten. He bought me nice presents like jewelry and suede boots and always took me to fancy hotels and nice restaurants. And to top it all off, his skin felt like silk and he was one of the most considerate lovers I'd ever had. Trouble was, he was married which didn't really bother me all that much except that he had kids, and that's where I drew the line . . . So I stopped it . . . Sigh . . .

And then there was Randy, who lived on the outskirts of town in a ratty little mobile home and was a strictly low-rent all the way around. Afterwards, we both agreed that once was enough. He and I didn't really get along as well in person as we did online. He came much too fast; squirted a wad of hot jizm all over my belly. Then he got dressed in a hurry and was out of there before I even knew what happened. I never saw or heard from him again, which was A-OK with me.

Carl and I had fucked a few times. We didn't have a lot to say to each other, but that was OK. He let his dick do the talking. I liked the way he kissed.

I'd gotten a few e-mails from some married guy named Peter, who said he liked my photo - but I hadn't answered them. To tell the truth, he frightened me a little bit. He said he was dominant and was looking for a submissive woman. I didn't know much about all that stuff, but when I read some of the things he wanted to do to me, I got hotter and wetter than I'd ever been in my life. That frightened me a little, too. So I just didn't answer any of his messages. (But I confess to reading them every night and giving myself thundering orgasms) He mentioned stuff like handcuffs and blindfolds. He said I was cute but needed to lose about ten pounds or so - and that he was an excellent disciplinarian - that I probably needed a good spanking or two to straighten me out.

One night, there were no messages from anyone except for a short one from Peter asking if I'd gotten his last message (I'd recieved it; just hadn't answered it). I read it and then I read one of his older e-mails and I made myself come as I read the first one. Then I drank another beer (for a little dutch courage) and dashed off a quick message (before I lost my nerve) asking him if he wanted to meet me the next night. I was excited thinking about what might happen and I waited all night for an answer, but I didn't get one. I was really disappointed and re-read another one of his older e-mails and made myself come again before I fell asleep.

The next morning I checked my e-mail immediately after I woke up. Again - no e-mail from Peter. Damn ! I'd been positive there was going to be one. Now I was really disappointed. I went to work half-heartedly and came home and made myself dinner. And since I'd been hoping to see Peter - and it looked like he wasn't interested - no one else really sounded interesting. So I'd decided to take a temporary break from fucking; I decided to campout on the couch with a few beers and some popcorn and a couple of chick flick DVDs by my lonesome til time to go to bed. At the last minute, I decided to check my e-mail before settling in. I'd already made the popcorn and opened the beer.

Good thing I did, too . . . there was an e-mail from Peter, telling me he expected me to meet him at a sleazy no-tell motel on the way out of town at 10:00 p.m. - sharp. Damn ! It was a little bit past 8:30 now, and it was going to take me at least half an hour to drive over there. Plus, I was a complete mess and I'd have to get dressed and put some make-up on . . . He told me to shave my snatch and skip the panties and to dress like a slut.

So I finished my beer and hopped in the shower and started washing and shaving everything. I was starting to get nervous now. Peter's e-mails were just words on paper so far - and I wasn't sure if I was ready to translate them to reality just yet . . . But it was now or never, so I stepped out of the shower and dried off.

I drank a couple of beers while I was getting dressed and putting my make-up on and doing my hair. I tried not to think about the all things Peter had written that he wanted to do to me - but I could think of nothing else. My hungry cunt was already dripping wet. I focused hard on getting ready and getting there. I must've changed clothes at least a dozen times before I decided I looked slutty enough. Finally I pulled the car into the parking lot of the motel and drove around a minute or two until I found the right room. I parked right in front of it and took several deep breaths, then walked to the door and knocked.
It seemed like forever before the door opened - and when it finally did, I nearly passed out at what I saw. A tall bare-chested man wearing tight black leather pants was standing there holding a dog's leash. At the end of the leash was a naked woman wearing a studded dog collar around her neck and a black leather mask that covered her entire face and head. There was a zipper for the mouth that was open, and a red ball gag had been forced into the woman's mouth. The man had a luxurious mane of flowing grey hair. He was very handsome and extremely frightening at the same time. The woman was looking down at the ground, but the man jerked on the leash and her head jerked up. He told me to raise my skirt and show her my naked and shaved cunt. When I didn't move fast enough, he smacked me across the face and jerked my skirt up, exposing my cunt. I freaked out a little when I felt the cool night air blowing against my naked pussy. He told me to spread my legs apart. I was surprised how fast my legs opened.

He leaned down and removed the ball gag from the mouth of the kneeling naked woman and told her to start licking my cunt and to not stop until she'd made me come. Immediately, she repositioned herself and her tongue shot out and she began expertly licking and sucking my pussy. I was embarrassed and self-conscious about standing there in the open with my skirt up like that - I really wanted to take the party inside but I was afraid to move. I instinctively tried to close my legs, but Peter jerked on the leash and the naked woman held my thighs apart. Her tongue never stopped moving. Yeah, OK- I was uncomfortable for sure, with my ass hanging out like that, but the strange naked woman's tongue was starting to feel incredibly good.

As she started fucking me with her tongue, I closed my eyes and let pleasure wash over me in huge waves. This was such a bizarre situation - nothing like it had ever happened to me in my whole life. It didn't take long for me to come. My knees got shaky and I thought I was going to fall down. Peter grabbed me and held me up and I felt myself have several violent spasms and then go completely limp.

He pulled me inside the room and sat me down in a chair. The naked woman crawled in after us. Then he yanked on the leash a couple of times and walked her over to a big metal cage in the corner. He patted her on the head and said, "Good doggie. Now get in your cage and lay down." And she did. I was fucking amazed - not to mention freaked out. I had no idea what the fuck was going on here. I mean - I live an ordinary life in Richmond, Virginia. The naked woman dog was in a corner of the cage on all fours, looking at me.

Peter walked over and grabbed my hand and pulled me to my feet. Then he laughed and shoved me to the middle of the room and told me to do a striptease for him. I stumbled and nearly fell down and he laughed again as he helped me to my feet. Then he ripped my shirt off my body with one strong pull. "Dance, bitch !", he said.

But I was too frightened to move at all, much less dance. Peter grabbed me by the arm and sat on the edge of the bed and pulled me over to him. He unzipped my skirt and pulled it down, leaving me standing there completely naked. I remembered his e-mail comments telling me that I needed to drop ten pounds or so - and I felt my face flame bright red.

And then someone knocked on the door. Peter told me to go answer it. When I didn't move fast enough (I can't answer the door - I'm naked !) "You'd better go answer the door if you know what's good for you. And if you're thinking that you're in over your head, you probably are. Now go answer the door." Somehow, I made my feet move and ended up at the door but couldn't make myself open it. Peter crossed the room to where I was. He put his hand over mine and opened the door. Four men stood there smiling at me.

One of them reached out and tweaked my nipples. I blushed and tried to cover myself, but Peter grabbed my hands and held them behind me. "This one needs to be taught everything", he said. Someone stepped behind me and covered my eyes with a leather blindfold. I shut my eyes in shame as someone's hand shot between my legs and started rubbing my swollen clit. I was even more ashamed when I moaned in pleasure.

"Let's get her inside, blindfold her, and tie her to the bed." And then I heard another voice say, "Oh man - I love a nice big butt like hers. I can't wait to shove my hard dick up her hot sweet asshole". Then it felt as if my entire body was covered with rough hands, and I stumbled as I was being led over to the bed. I was shoved down backwards onto it. From somewhere (I'm not sure where) I heard Peter's voice telling me to be a good girl and do as I was told and not embarrass him, or I'd be sorry. I'd never been so frightened - or so excited - in my whole life.

I struggled, but strong hands held my wrists and ankles. One of the men climbed on and started fucking me. His cock slid right in. I was ashamed that my cunt was wet enough that I needed no foreplay. I was also embarrassed that I started coming nearly immediately. I tried to hold back, but it didn't work. The men were all laughing. The man who was inside me pulled out before I came, leaving me squirming and begging for him not to stop. Instead, they flipped me over on my belly and started spanking me. I was struggling and crying but this only earned me a harder spanking. My ass felt like it was on fire. Someone shoved a pillow under me and pulled my asscheeks apart. Someone reached between my legs and smeared my cunt juice on my asshole. Then I felt a cock pushing against my asshole - then with one lunge, it had buried itself deep in my butthole. I felt like I was being ripped apart. When I opened my mouth to scream, it was filled with a hard cock. A cock was placed in each of my hands. My clit was being mashed against the bed with every lunge. The guy fucking my asshole reached around and started playing with my clit. I came almost as soon as he touched me. And then I came again. And again. And again a few minutes later when I felt my asshole get filled with hot cum. And and when the cock in my mouth shot its wad. And again when the cocks I was jerking off splattered their cum all over me. Peter praised me and called me his cumbucket.

The rest of the night passed by in a blur of pleasure, pain and humiliation. Sometime during the experience, my brain turned off because it was all too overwhelming. But my body felt electric. I'd never felt so alive.

Peter says I have a lot to learn, but he says he can train me. I can't wait.