It’s Complicated

Posted on May 25, 2018 by Lola Down

Time passed and the doppelganger couple, Lily and Jim, got engaged. Prior to their engagement, but after Jim’s big reveal, Lily had invited me, just me, out for drinks a couple of times. My suspicion was that Jim had told her about our conversation. Now she knew that we knew of their open relationship. But did they know of our half-open relationship? Had Lo told her, him, them? Or did Lily just suspect?

In any case, one thing was very clear to me – Lily was trying to seduce me. She opened up to me, very casually and very explicitly, about the nature of the “intimacy” issues between her and Jim.

“As you know,” she began nonchalantly, “before I moved here, before I met Jim, I had a very active and interesting sex life.” Everything about her was always “very interesting,” or at least she tried to make it seem so.

I just nodded my head as if to say, “Go on.”

“I was with a lot of men.”

This was clearly a ploy to get me to want her. It was the fish hook that she thought she’d use to reel me in. Nothing sparks desire for a woman like knowing that that woman is desired. But what she didn’t take into consideration was my total contentment to Lo.

“They taught me things,” she said, alluding mysteriously to techniques and esoteric sex lore. “And they were good. Big and good.”

I didn’t need eyes that could see around corners to see where this was going.

“And Jim,” she continued, “I love him. But. . .”

She didn’t say it, so I did, “But he’s small.”

“Yes!” She felt relieved. “So small!”

“Small can be cute,” I suggested.

“Cute doesn’t cut it,” she retorted.

“I’m very sorry to hear that,” I said, not knowing what she was after – empathy, sympathy, understanding, or my cock.

“Thanks,” she said flatly.

“So that’s why you’re in an open relationship?”

“Yeah, but it’s not working out as I had hoped. I was hoping that I’d be able to get some satisfaction in bed and he’d maybe learn a thing or two. You know he’s very inexperienced sexually.”

I nodded or grunted or some such thing.

“But he just hasn’t been able to seal the deal with anyone else and it’s making the whole situation untenable.”

I thought for a while about the obvious question and then, throwing caution to the wind, I blurted it out. “Why don’t you teach him? I mean, if he has a lot to learn in bed, who better to teach him what you like?”

She leaned in very close to me and said in a more hushed tone than the bravado voice she had been speaking in up to now, “Because I’m a sub. I don’t want to teach him. I want him to take me, teach me, tell me what to do, and make me do it. But he’s so nice,” she said it like it was a bad word, “he defers to me all the time.”

“Ah,” I said, leaning back and taking it all in.

She was still leaning towards me, which placed her eyes slightly below mine and so she was looking up at me with an expression that said, “I want you to take me, teach me, tell me what to do, and make me do very bad, dirty things.”

Just at that moment, I perceived ever-so-faintly the melodic voice of Camila Cabello waft through the restaurant singing:

Am I out of my head?
Am I out of my mind?
If you only knew the bad things I like
Don’t think that I can explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated
Don’t matter what you say
Don’t matter what you do
I only wanna do bad things to you
So good, that you can’t explain it
What can I say, it’s complicated

Yes, she wanted to do bad things to me. Very bad things. Though the image of Sabina Spielrein being spanked over Carl Jung’s lap (as depicted in the movie A Dangerous Method) crossed my mind for an instant, I wasn’t going to have it. First, Lo. Second, I like Jim and if he’s already beside himself with jealously, then I’m not going to put our friendship at risk for a tryst.

But in that moment I struck on an idea. “What if Lo taught him?”

“Lo?” she repeated, sitting back in her chair, pondering the possibilities.

G.I. Confidential

Posted on May 29, 2017 by Lola Down

[This story was published today, in honor of Memorial Day and all those who serve, on MyErotica.com.]

G.I. Confidential

It started when he wrote an email that said simply, “Love your blog. Can I please have a password?” From that brief, shy, initial correspondence grew a virtual pen-pal connection with one of our men in uniform deployed abroad – somewhere in the deserts of the middle east. He couldn’t say where because it was confidential and who knows who was also reading those emails? But whoever was reading them was in for a tantalizing treat.

[Some images you get from a Google search of “mysexlifewithlola”]

Lo wrote back, in her flirtatious, friendly way, and soon found out much more about her G.I. fan. He was twenty-two, married, one kid. He had been deployed for two years. His wife wrote to him frequently and he loved and missed her dearly. But she sent sexy pics only on occasion, and even then, they were more suggestive than explicit. He loved her, but he dreamed about Lo. He read the blog and studied her pics. He had hotwife fantasies and wished that his own wife would send a nude pic now and then with a note saying, “Please share with your friends.” But that was beyond the realm of possibility.

Because he was so shy around women, it took him a long time to get up the courage to write to Lo requesting a password to the protected posts. Little did he know how flattered she would be. Little did he know how she secretly had a fetish for men in uniform. She encouraged frequent correspondence, but, due to his rigorous duties and the limited time he got on the internet, he could only write back very brief missives.

Even so, he complimented her, flattered her, and reported on his “down time” – his “Lola Down” time, that is. Excited to the point of bursting, Lo sent him many explicit photos with little notes like, “Please be sure to share with your bunk mates,” or “Tell all the guys with you that Lola wishes them all to be safe, strong, and hard.”

After gaining his trust, the G.I. sent Lo some pics of himself and his family. Lo thought it was sweet and that his wife was truly beautiful. He sent a pic of her on their honeymoon in Hawaii where she wore nothing but a lei. Then he sent her the address where Lo could send him actual letters and such. She sent him a signed calendar, saying, “I’ve always wanted to be a pin-up girl.” She told me after the fact.

When she received a warm thank you from him, in which he told her that he posted it by his bunk in the barracks and that all the soldiers were commenting on it, she was thrilled! When he wrote to her a week later, saying that someone had stolen it, she was even more elated. She took it upon herself not only to send her pen-pal a replacement copy, but one for every guy in his battalion.

You can imagine her delight when he wrote her the following email:

Hi Lola. All the guys say thank you for the calendars! They are envious of me because you have been like a hotwife to me. I ordered your book, Match, Cinder & Spark, (even though it’s really expensive in hardcopy!) and at night, before lights out, a bunch of us sit around on our bunks and we take turns reading HH’s stories about you. Last Sunday, we were given some R-n-R and we read the book in the morning. After reading it, five of us went to the showers. It’s one long tiled room with about fifty showerheads. The five of us were naked, under the hot showers, soaping up and very hard and horny from the story we had just read. I hope my wife never finds out about this, but as we were there, lathered and rinsing off, we all started casually grabbing at our cocks. Eventually we started jacking off. Someone grabbed the cock of the guy next to him and soon enough it was a full-fledged circle jerk. We came on each other and laughed and washed down, smacked one another’s ass, and got out of the shower much refreshed.

Pretty soon Lola was getting emails from other guys in the troop and some of them told her how they had Tumblr accounts with their wives or girlfriends on which each would post something that turned them on or pics of themselves so that it was like virtual sex. They told her that they were including Lo’s Tumblr pics so that their wives could see what they like. Lo was thrilled to be the object of the attention of those couples – her virtual three-way.

After a few months of this sort of thing, Lo encouraged her original soldier to tell his wife about mysexlifewithlola.com and loladown.tumblr.com in the hopes that she would become more adventurous in their marriage. With trepidation he did and, we’re happy to report, she opened up to him like never before, admitting to all her erotic longings, fantasies, and desires. The grateful soldier thanked Lo and eventually his correspondences with her became less and less frequent. Hopefully the hot couple is blissfully reunited by this time.

Many thanks to all our men and women in uniform serving our country!

Sin-esthesia

Posted on April 4, 2017 by Lola Down

Sin-esthesia

“Daddy, fuck me,” she said. I had been in bed for at least an hour before she joined me. I had read, trying to stay awake until she got home, but reading a book in a reclining position while sipping a whiskey at midnight on a Friday is simply not the best way to stay awake. I had fallen asleep sometime around 12:30. Lo was out with her friends. I hadn’t heard her come home or enter the bedroom. I hadn’t heard her remove her clothes, get ready for bed, or slip under the covers. All I heard was her whisper into my ear, “Daddy, fuck me.”

Some people say hello when they get home. Some people say good night when they get into bed. Some people don’t wake their partners when their partners are asleep and they come home in the a.m. But Lo says, “Daddy, fuck me.”

I don’t recall what inarticulate grunt of a response I made, but Lo was dismayed at the rebuff. Lo, being the extrovert that she is, gets energized from time out with friends. I, on the other hand, being an introvert, declined the invitation to go out with others.

Being fully aroused by her night out on the town, she was not nearly ready for sleep. She pulled out her phone and then I heard her talking to me again.

“Hunter wrote to me. He has a new girl. He sent me pictures. Do you want to see, Daddy?”

I didn’t respond. I heard her pull out her Hitachi. I heard the familiar buzz of its vibration.

“Mmmmmm,” she moaned, “she’s very hot. Oh, and he sent a few pics of him too. He’s grabbing his long cock. He says his new friend is eager to be with a woman and guess what Hunter is suggesting? That’s right, he wants me to join. What do you think of that? Would you be upset if I had a threesome with them? Would you feel left out if I went over there and got fucked by the two of them and you were all alone?”

I heard her put down the Magic Wand and tap out something. I rolled over.

“What are you telling him?” I asked.

“Oh, now you’re awake?”

“Thanks to you.”

“You’re welcome.”

“What are you telling him?”

“I’m suggesting some times that we could meet. I’m also asking if he would build a milking table for us so that she and I could be under it sucking and tugging on his long cock.”

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“You have no idea.”

“Let me see,” I said, about the new girlfriend.

“No.”

“Let me see.”

“If you want to see, get behind me and fuck me. You can look over my shoulder. . . if you’re good.”

I grabbed my reading glasses from the nightstand and got up and slid right into Lo’s wet pussy.

“That’s it, Daddio. Get in there deep,” said Lo as she held up the phone and displayed the pics of Hunter’s new affair.

“You want her?” I asked.

“Yeah.”

“You want to. . .” I didn’t even have time to finish my second question before Lo came with gusto.

“Fuck, I was horny!” she said. She fell forward into the pillow and slipped her pussy off of my shaft.

“You just used me,” I complained.

“So?”

“My cock was nothing more than a dildo or your Hitachi. A two minute orgasm. Isn’t that right?”

“Yep. But you were better than the dildo or Hitachi.”

“Only because with me, you had your hands free to look at Hunter’s pornographic pictures.”

“Right again.”

“And now that you woke me from a deep sleep, you’re going to leave me high and dry.”

“More like hard-up and wet, but yeah. I’m so tired all of the sudden.” She was already almost asleep.

“Unbelievable.”

“Jack it.”

“No.”

“Why not? You can cum on me.”

“No.”

“Please. I love it when you jack it.”

“You love it when anyone jacks it.”

“And when you cum on me.”

“You love it when anyone cums on you.”

“Hunter jacked it and came on me.”

“I know that.”

“Fine, if you don’t want to.”

“You’re really going to sleep.”

“I can’t help it. But I give you full permission to fuck me while I’m sleeping.”

“Oh, blanket consent, huh?”

She was asleep now. I tried to go back to sleep, but couldn’t. Her naked body next to me was too tempting. I slowly got behind her, put my warm body down on hers, and wiggled my way inside her still wet cunt. She didn’t move. She didn’t wake. I propped myself up on my elbows on the pillow and slowly slid back and forth inside her. I turned on her phone and saw the email from Hunter. He wrote to her, “Still turning heads and dropping pants, darlin’?”

She wrote back, “I’m still dropping my pants and giving head.”

Their banter went back-and-forth. I thought of what a little slut my girl was and as I did, I came deep inside her. I collapsed on the bed next to her and fell into a deep sleep.

The next morning, just prior to waking, I found my hands gliding gently over her naked skin, feeling the roundness of her bum and the curves of her breasts. As they hovered over the surface of her body, they transmitted to my dreaming mind an image, like a blind man reading braille.

This had the dual effect of making my cock stiff and waking Lo from her slumbers. She looked at me and I looked at her and said, “I love seeing you with my hands, feeling you with my eyes, caressing you with my tongue, evoking you through olfaction. I love to know you through our bodies. I love to get physical with you in my imagination.”

She said, “Well, how about you fuck me with your cock?”

“That works too!” I said as I got behind her and gave her what she wanted. As I slid in, she said that my caresses during the night gave her wild sex dreams. “I’m so wet!” she said. “All night I’ve been dreaming of people using me, fucking me, fucking every one of my holes. You, Hunter, his girlfriend, strangers.”

“Well, one of those happened,” I said.

“What?”

“You said I could fuck you even if you fell asleep.”

“Yeah?”

“Well, I did.”

“You did?” she asked, and as the thought of it filled her mind, she came, gushing all over me.