…See I’m a practical woman. On the surface, one may see a typical soccer mom who lives a good, but sedentary life.  Oh but what lies beneath couldn’t be more of a contradiction! I’ll tell you a little more about myself to set the stage for what may seem the strange duality of my existence.

I’m a mom of two wonderful teens. I’m divorced now, but you could say I was married for half of my life. I’ve always been a very hard worker. I’ve been in the same industry for over 20 years. Always very involved in my kids lives. Not in a helicopter way, but very active and supportive of whatever they took part in way (sports, school clubs, etc). I’ve been an active member of my community, and can say I’m fairly well-known. I’ve had positions on multiple boards for the local sports organization, schools and charities. None of this cries “freak in the sheets” right? Maybe not, but I totally believe in the “Lady in the streets, freak in the sheets” mantra! I always have. The problem has been finding a man who respects, appreciates and nurtures both sides of me. It seems, they’ve only  been able to appreciate one or the other. Unfortunately in society the “freak in the sheets” garners such a negative stigma. A stigma perpetuated by both men and women (a whole other blog discussion)! It took me a really long time to gain my confidence in order to embrace and accept the “freak in the streets” side of myself. Once I did, everything became so much clearer to me. I realized my marriage would never work out. The hub did not appreciate any side of me really. But… He was a really good father. It was important to me that my kids have that. So I sacrificed for their sake. A decision I do not regret at all by the way.  After years of this, and him meeting someone else (heavy eye roll), it was time to end it. A difficult time for our family, but a necessary step.

I dated for a bit after the divorce. Specifically on-line dating that is. It’s a great way to meet people outside of your normal circle.  Honestly though, I found it to be a very superficial arena. Oh, did I mention broken people?  Everyone seemed to wear their “brokenness” like some badge of honor. I’d had enough superficial and broken in my marriage of almost 25 years. Needless to say, this ever hopeful romantic gal, was ready to give up! Then I met him!

I had a couple of on-line dating profiles with the fairly popular sites.  I’m an attractive woman so I garnered my fair share of attention.  Just not the kind or quality of attention I wanted or deserved. They either wanted a serious relationship right away, or sex right away.  None seemed to want to invest any time to get to know each other in either scenario.  Honestly, most were looking for sex more than dating. As you can imagine, since I’ve started a blog with high sexual content, I’m a fan! I’m just not a fan of one night stands or frivolous and meaningless sex.  I yearned for something…different!  So I posted a profile on a less orthodox website.  I figured if it was going to be a strictly sexual relationship, I wanted it to be on my terms.

The first day I signed up, a response really caught my attention.  His profile was witty, direct and articulately written.  I’m a sucker for a beautiful brain! In fact, it’s the only one (of quite a few) I responded to.  He gave me a way to contact him, and I did.  Ha, I think he was surprised that I made the first move. We had the most amazing conversations from the get go.  They were fun, intelligent, comfortable and seamless conversations.  Oh and did I mention sexy as fuck? We seemed to connect on every level.  The most important level being that, due to having kids, it was very important to be with someone discreet and trustworthy.   So after a few days of talking and texting, we decided to meet for lunch.

I was a bit nervous at first about meeting him.  I’d discovered in our discussions that he was a fitness trainer.  I’m a beautiful and sexy woman, but far from fit.   I used to be super fit and athletic.  I was still on the athletic side, but more like chunky monkeyish athletic.  My concern was that I would not fit the image required by someone who lives in the fitness world.  I’d expressed my concern to him, and he assured me it was not an issue.  So, I was in! We decided to meet at my favorite sushi restaurant.

As is my nature, I walked in confidently. He was seated, but rose to his feet to greet me.  At that instance our eyes met. He leaned into me for a hug.  Wrapping me tightly against his torso.  His hug had me at hello.  So warm.  I felt as if I was melting. I may have even moaned slightly.  A surge of delicious energy emanated from his chiseled form and penetrated my core.  I felt his hardness against my softness.  His Yin pressed up against my Yang.   He was not my usual type of man, and I knew I was not his usual type of woman…but mmmm how opposites attract!  I don’t know how to explain it, but at that moment I felt unusually secure with him.  I say unusually because I’m not easily impressed or won over.

We sat across from each other.  We chat as we ate lunch.  Our eyes never leaving one another.  I couldn’t decide what I craved more – the delicious stud across from me – or the delectable rainbow roll on my plate.  The experience was seamless and very comfortable.  As if we had known each other for years. Our brains seemed just as in sync as the sexual energy that was flowing between us!

It was time to have “The Discussion”.  What would the nature of our relationship be?  We did not seek a conventional relationship.  Due to various reasons, neither of us were in a position or desired to be in a conventional relationship.  Main reason…both of us having been married for so long. We had learned what we did, and did not want from our friendship.  Most would probably use terms like “Friends with Benefits” or “Fuck Buddies” to describe what we were about to embark on.  Terms we both agreed to hating by the way.   We both sought something different entirely!!!

It was time to discuss “The Rules of Engagement”.  The rules to make sure we were on the same page.  The goal would be that our encounters, while laced with heavy sexual overtones, would be built upon the foundations of respect and transparency.  There would be no boundaries to our friendship.  Nothing off-limits. For “true” intimacy is the art of replacing the mundane with intense escapades of lust and devotion.  Those were mostly his words by the way.  Needless to say I was astonished considering the meatheads I’d been out with.  I think if I had been wearing a skirt that day, my panties would have slid right off in that booth.  This delicious man was no meathead.  He was such an intelligent, respectful gentleman.  He knew how to talk to a lady! He knew I needed to trust and respect him before I could fuck him.  He knew I needed to connect to his mind in order to let go completely and unequivocally! Truth be told, he needed all of the same from me.  In my thoughts I questioned “how could I accomplish this with someone I had just met?”.   I had not been able to do so with someone I’d known and lived with for 20 plus years.  Then the subject of time arose.  Time was an issue. Isn’t it always?  We both had very busy schedules with kids and careers.  Time would be limited.  And…Limited to a certain time frame.  This was almost a deal breaker for me.  I don’t like having time constraints.  It can be so frustrating.  After thinking about it, and talking it through with him, I really didn’t have much different constraints when I was married.  Isn’t making time an issue in every relationship? Every relationship is a give and take.  EVERY SINGLE RELATIONSHIP!  Plus, my new motto had become “Nothing Ventured, Nothing Gained”.  I’d never been one to back down from a good challenge.  Especially one as delicious as this could be.  So I agreed to give it a go, and we set a date for our first encounter.

We left the restaurant as if we had closed a big real estate deal or something.  Instead of a handshake, it was sealed with a kiss.  Our first kiss. This was no ordinary kiss.  I felt a warm flow of moisture seeping through my satin panties almost immediately.  It was uncanny, but very exciting.  I couldn’t wait to have more.  I wanted to taste him, devour his masculine flesh right there and then.  But, I had to wait.  For a “lady in the streets” must behave. Even when her girly parts were defying her conscious desires.  After all, we needed a reason to see each other again…and again…

Join me as I share the details of our sexcapades.  You’ll see it’s the stuff fantasy, erotic novels, and even the best porn are made of.  Dare I say, better than the aforementioned? STAY TUNED!!!