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	Hi, I am on the look out for an assertive woman who loves pushing boundaries of men she plays with. Ideally, I'd like to find a mature married couple who enjoy making use of a good looking, clean, athletic man who is eager to earn her approval.

5/27/2017 12:28:12 PM

I have a particular desire to be corrupted by a woman who loves to push men past their boundaries. I am straight and am attracted to pervy, assertive women. Have you ever thought of having a sub on each breast, telling them to lube up their cocks and jack off for you under your watchful eye? And then you instruct them to reach across and stroke each other's hard cocks as your nipples fill their naughty mouths? If this is the kind of corruption that makes you purr, I would love to hear from you.

4/5/2017 2:42:42 PM

I never made it back to that particular woman but I did return to the mother/son scenario. I found an absolutely perverted older woman whose husband was impotent. After years of him controlling her in bed, she had turned the tables on him. We chatted for a long time before meeting. She obliged my interest in mother/son play and did so fully though I always suspected that she enjoyed the control it gave her over me more than the substance of the taboo. She fed me filthy, dirty emails about fucking in porn theaters and fucking her with other men. She came at me from lots of angles seeing what would get my most fervent response -- Mommy wants your seed in her belly, Mommy needs your young strong cock, Mommy wants you to fuck me in front of dirty old men, on and on. She told me about times she went to sex clubs and got fucked by multiple men, giant cocks, whatever she could remember/dream up. And it wasn't all contrived. Much of it was real with enough detail to convince me. I may have met her more than once but only one time stands out in my mind. I met her and her husband at a hotel in portland. We all smoked 420. She preferred to inhale through her nose, something I had never seen despite having smoked a lot in high school and college. She had me fuck her and made her husband suck me off. She had him lube up his finger and finger my ass while I was inside of her. There was something so singularly dirty-minded about her. I loved fucking her as she watched me. We both knew that she was deep in my head and that she was getting satisfaction from working me up to the point where I lost control and came deep in her.

4/5/2017 2:41:27 PM

I discovered Adult Friend Finder probably back in 2002. I was fascinated. I never paid to join the site but I loved seeing the photos and the profiles. On an intuitive level, I always new there were worlds of kink out there just below the surface but on a practical level, I had no idea how to get access. And here it was, spread before me.

At first, looking was a enough. I was in Oregon at the time. I spent hours scanning craigslist ads and scrolling through the AFF profiles across the state. And then it wasn't enough just to see. I wanted to make contact.

I responded to a cl ad for an older woman who wanted a son to please her. (I was in my 20s.) That hit a chord for me. It was the embodiment of the older woman transgressing social taboos for her own pleasure. We corresponded by email. She told me that her pussy tasted like cinnamon. She told me her butterfly vibrator had run out of batteries and she needed to use me in its place. I was squirming in my seat as I read her words. I wanted it more than anything but I wasn't ready to act on my impulses. I had a girl friend in a vanilla relationship and a job out in the public eye. Here I had something I so badly wanted and the freedom to take it but I was bound by a set of fears and self imposed limitations. I didn't have the wherewithall to act. The opportunity passed. I never found my way back to her. I still vividly remember it.

A few years later, I found a married woman on AFF who lived in Salem. Her husband had a heart condition and could not keep up with her. Needs. We chatted on Yahoo IM and the connection I felt to her was intense, the chemistry undeniable. We met a number of times. The first time, we met in public. She did some foolish to test me -- left the trunk open with twenty dollar bills floating around to see if i would try to pocket the money. I gave a shit about the money. I was just pleased to be in her presence. She took me to her house and walked me to her bedroom. We made out and I went down on her with total abandon, finding her wet, receptive and intensely sexual beyond my imagination. We kept up a correspondence for several years. I periodically drove down to Salem to see her. She had her husband and another regular man. She played me against her other lover, making him jealous with stories about me and then telling me in great detail about the time she spent with him. How they went to the river to look for river stone but ended up fucking in the seat of his truck, the size of his cock and how much she loved it, how they were fighting or how they had gotten back together. I hung on her words. I grew frustrated at the time she would not see me because he would be jealous and reveled in the times when she opened her bed to me again.

4/5/2017 2:40:03 PM

It was about four years ago that I responded to an ad on craigslist from an assertive woman. We exchanged emails, then photos. She had worked as a pro domme earlier in life but was only interested in her meeting her own whims and desires. It was easy for her to work me into a state of total lust. The whole thing was easy for her and it riveted me. She told me about other men she was meeting instead of me. She placed demands on me.

One day while I was at work, she texted me photos she took of herself that morning. She was calling her husband to come home and fuck her during his lunch break. She had me post up nearby so that I would be around the corner when he left to return to his office. I got the text message after he left. She instructed me on which house to enter, how to come up the stairs to her bedroom. She men me an the top of the stairs and brought me to her bed. Before I new it, she had a fistful of my hair as she pushed me face into a cum stain on the sheets. She took me across the hall to a guest room and put me on my knees. She looked beautiful in her heels but I didn't get much time to admire her. My tongue was thrust deep between her legs, tasting her scent mixed with the seed of her husband and I greedily licked, perhaps overly excited. I couldn't slow down enough to properly pleasure her clit but instead drove my tongue as deeply as I could to take her in. She taunted me telling me to try harder, that her lover from a few days before had done a better job and redoubled my efforts.

She didn't fuck me. I don't recall whether I came or not. I was not the point. The experience opened the trapdoor down into subspace and I never forgot it and never stopped wanting more.