As I mentioned in a previous blog, while I was working three jobs, I hardly had any time to have a social life. However, I didn't go without sex! This was mainly thanks to my next-door neighbour…
He was in his mid-40s, widowed and lived with his teenage son. I walked past his house every time I came home by bus. He is a very keen gardener and was often working in his front yard. We usually had a brief chat but they eventually led to sharing coffee inside with him. As you know, I quite fancy guys older than myself and one thing soon led to another…
Our sexual encounters took place on the two afternoons a week that his son had a part-time job. This worked extremely well until his son came home early one day and caught his Dad in the middle of fucking me up the arse! He seemed quite pleased to finally see me naked as he'd always been a fan of my braless look! To appease his growing boner, I promised to fuck him on his eighteenth birthday (which was only a couple of months away)...
I followed through with my promise and we fucked like rabbits for most of his birthday. He's now in the army and stationed interstate but I still fuck his Dad whenever I'm in his neighbourhood. (He now lives in a much smaller house just one suburb away from my folks.)
In my next blog, I'll recount my other father-son experiences…

Just to nip a potential problem in the bud. I am not using this site to meet people.
Admittedly, I used to have my own website but that has been dismantled. I'll now give you my reasons…
Just over a year ago, one of my good friends used to use a popular dating app to meet people. She met lots of nice guys until one date went drastically wrong. The next day, I got a phone call from her mother saying that she was in hospital. My friend had been viciously attacked on her date and barely made it out alive. She spent a couple of weeks in hospital and the police caught the creep that did it to her. (He was out on bail for another assault!) Her physical wounds healed but her emotional ones didn't. Her family and friends gave her heaps of support but severe depression sank in and she unfortunately took her own life three months later…
Since then, I have not met or intend to ever meet anyone via the internet. My “creep meter” works very well when I meet people in person and that's the way it's going to stay. I'm happy to exchange messages with people but please understand that it never lead to a meeting…
Sorry for such a downer of a blog but I don't want to give people the wrong impression.
Back to sex in my next blog!

As I had left my marriage with Steve rather promptly, I really hadn't thought through things very well. For my 5 years of marriage, I had fucked lots of people for Steve's company but never had a "real" job. This meant that my divorce settlement wasn't exactly in my favour. I soon went back to live with my parents and attempted to get a job. My plan was to save enough money to buy a house of my own. At one stage, I was working one full time job and two part time ones. I paid fair board at home and was saving a good amount of money. However, I was exhausted and had hardly any time for a personal life. I then had a brainwave…
I was really missing regular sex but hardly had any time to meet guys. My brainwave? Prostitution! Why not get paid for what I loved doing? Luckily, a friend of my Dad's (who had always fancied me) helped out. Effectively, he became my pimp. He supplied a location which was actually an apartment that he owned in the city. Fortunately, the rental tenants had just come to the end of the lease and it was available. He was quite an IT expert and set up a website for me (it no longer exists – see reasons in later blogs!). I gave up all my other jobs (unbeknownst to my parents) and began fucking people for money!
Within a couple of months, I was earning more in a week than I would have in six months of my previous jobs! Thanks to my "pimp" (I'll call him Gerry), I had a very upmarket clientele and condoms were the rule rather than the exception. I did allow regular clients to bareback me if they wanted to. (Most did!) After another month or so, I decided to “come clean" with my parents. To my amazement, they eventually accepted it. Dad took a while, though! By the end of the first year, I had enough money to put a very reasonable deposit on my own house. Getting a loan proved difficult though, as in this state, prostitution is still illegal. My Dad came through for me and acted as guarantor. Three years later and my loan was paid off!
Amazingly, the bank manager became one of my clients, shortly after the divorce from his wife. Six months later and we were married! He loved me to recap what I did with each of my clients and we had a great time together. A couple of my clients even let him watch and for those sessions, no money changed hands. Unfortunately, he started to like cock too much and he left me for a guy after just over a year of marriage…
We have again remained great friends but we no longer fuck as he only likes sex with guys these days. Since then, I've sworn off relationships altogether. Believe it or not, after three years of prostitution, I gave most of it up as I wanted to have some more time to myself. I kept my most regular seven customers and Gerry still manages any “extras” who are usually special visitors to the city. I now have a private life and even fuck guys for free. I still make plenty of money to live a comfortable lifestyle and I'm very happy with life at the moment…

PS Some of you have asked why I don’t shave my pubes. It’s simple – 5 out of 7 of my “regulars” prefer the trimmed look and not the bald look. That’s fair enough to me, so don’t expect baldness any time soon…

My first marriage was unusual to say the least. For the purposes of this blog, I'll call him Steve. He was a natural charmer, owned his own very successful business & as I said before, had a ten inch cock! Within six months of meeting, he proposed to me. Again, he was older than me but only ten years this time! My parents loved him & we got married on the first anniversary of our meeting. Right from the start, he made full use of my natural randiness. To keep on the best of terms with his investors, I regularly fucked them! I thoroughly enjoyed it & was soon introduced to my first gangbang at a Christmas function. Over twelve guys fucked me that night! None of them wore condoms & all three of my holes were visited, often at the same time. I'd never had so much cum on or in me! My sore arse and pussy took several days to recover.
During my time with Steve, I was also introduced to my first female-female sex. Once more, I took to it like a duck to water. Even now, I love to be eaten out by a woman and then return the favour.
As his clients varied so much in age and nationality, I got to fuck the United Nations of guys! I never really developed a favourite but afro-Americans did, in general, have the largest cocks. Having said that, it was actually an Indian guy who had the biggest. I didn't measure it but he said that it was 14 inches long and it had the width of a soft drink can! Believe it or not, it was too big for me. I tried both my pussy and arse and I managed a bit more up my arse but several inches still didn't fit in. I tried but it was too painful. The next day, there was blood on my knickers (yes, I was wearing some!) and that coupled with my very sore arse led me to go to my doctor. I had a small tear in my rectum. Lots of cream and no anal sex for six weeks!
In the end, I was married to Steve for five years. I loved kinky but not pain and unfortunately, this was the direction he pursued towards the end of our time together. I don't mind a bit of light S&M but nothing that causes me actual discomfort. As a result of one of the sessions I did for him & his clients, I had an overnight stay in hospital. He wasn't willing to tone it down, so I left...

Craig was very impressed when I slid the condom off his slowly deflating cock & emptied its contents into my mouth. I then swallowed the rather impressive load. He complimented me on my fucking abilities & said that I had the nicest pussy lips that he had ever seen. After a bit of discussion, I realised that my pussy lips were unusually large. My total inexperience at things sexual meant that I thought every girl had similar sized lips. Boy, was I wrong!
That was the start of a three-year relationship with him. To our surprise, his son was fine with the arrangement as he had planned to break up with me anyway. He soon had a new girlfriend but his form of contraception didn't work so well, as she was pregnant after 4 months! He ended up marrying her & they are still together. They have a total of three children.
The main problem of my relationship with Craig was our age gap. My parents tried hard to accept it but Craig was two months older than my Dad! Eventually, we parted but have remained friends ever since. Craig did take my anal virginity & for that, I will always be thankful. We still fuck several times a year. He’s now over 60 but that hasn’t slowed much down other than the lack of “spurt” when he cums.
It took me almost a year to become serious with another guy. However, it didn't stop me having lots of sex. I was now on the Pill but that didn't prevent me from having to visit the STD clinic three times that year! Silly me but at least a good dose of antibiotics fixed them all! I was fucking at least two or three different guys a week! It was a very randy time for me…
My next serious relationship led to my first marriage. In hindsight, I was probably too impressed with his ten inch cock! He also introduced me into a whole range of new kinky activities…

Just as I was entering my boyfriend's Dad's house, I began to feel a little embarrassed. It was the week before my period again & I was expecting to have sex with my boyfriend. For convenience, I'd left my panties off. With boobs my size, I never used to wear a bra. Therefore, I was walking into my boyfriend's house wearing just a short dress & thongs (flip flops). I was about to make my excuses & leave when I looked down to see an enormous bulge in his Dad's trousers! My pussy became soaking wet! He saw me looking & quickly tried to cover up. I told him not to be embarrassed & that I took it as a compliment.
He seemed quite relieved & ushered me into the lounge. I knew that as soon as I sat down my pussy would be on full display as my dress barely covered my arse! To my amazement, I was looking forward to my boyfriend's Dad seeing my very wet pussy. As I sat down, I made certain that my "bits" would be in full view! This time, he seemed to have gained confidence as he simply stated, “that is one of the most beautiful sights that I have ever seen!”
Things happened quickly from then on. We were both naked within minutes & I was looking at a cock that was a good two inches longer than my boyfriend's. He then asked me whether I was on the Pill. I then told him about how I'd avoided becoming pregnant. He was shocked & expressed his disappointment in his son for not being more careful. A few moments later, he disappeared & came back with a condom in its wrapper. I'd never seen a condom put on a cock before, so I looked in awe as he slowly slipped it down the length of his shaft.
I said, “that looks fantastic!”, Mr Jones (not his real name)! He then said, “you'd better call me Craig, as I'm about to fuck you!" I replied “OK, Craig, fuck me like you've never fucked anyone before!"
He did! It was the most amazing experience of my life. With his son, it was all over in a couple of minutes. After what must have been at least a quarter of an hour, I'd had several orgasms & Craig was still going! A few moments later, his body tensed & I could tell that the condom was becoming filled…

Now that you know a bit about me, it's time to mention sex.
Unbelievably, I was a late starter. I was really shy at school & my boobs didn't grow until I had almost left. I'd gone out with boys a few times but nothing sexual happened until I was 19. I'd got a job at a local department store & this cute guy started at the same place one Christmas. He was on holidays from university & was 4 years older than me. We hit it off straight away & within a couple of weeks, he was meeting my parents!
A few weeks after that, I had sex for the first time. It was a week before my period, so he convinced me that I couldn't get pregnant. As a result, no contraception was used & I had my pussy filled with cum for the first time. We used this form of "protection" for at least 6 months. Amazingly, I didn't become pregnant.
In the meantime, I'd become very close to his father. He was in his mid-40s & a lovely guy. Unfortunately, his wife had died from cancer not long after my boyfriend had been born. The relationship between me & my boyfriend was becoming somewhat strained as he was spending more & more time with his university friends. One time, I'd arranged to meet him at his place but when his Dad opened the door, he said that one of his mates had phoned up & he'd gone out on a pub crawl. I was rather annoyed, & his Dad invited me in. I was about to have the best sexual experience of my short life…

I guess that I'd better say a few things about myself for my first blog.
I'm 35 years old & have been married twice. However, I have never had any children. What may look like a c-section scar on a few of my photos (will upload some soon) is actually a scar from my hysterectomy. This was performed as emergency surgery at a rather young age & is the reason that I don't have any kids.

What surprises most people is that I'm sex mad! After I recovered from surgery (took longer than expected), I realised that I could no longer get pregnant & made full use of it. I've probably had a lot more sex than most people my age & I have no intention of slowing up. This blog will highlight my sex life over the years & also now. I try not to do anything knowingly illegal & hope that you will enjoy my blog...