Inhale. Exhale. Hold on


I hope that whoever needs to read these words sees this.

Wishing you all peace, joy and contentment especially during this time of year which can be equally difficult as it is wonderful for many people.

Hold on.


There you lay next to me, naked. Our bodies touching lightly. Reaching out, I stroked your skin softly. You murmured, but you often murmur. I felt your hard cock and made it known that I wanted you – something I often do without much response.  But this time was different.

Turning your body into mine, we kissed. Not passionate, hungry kisses that I’ve come to enjoy of late but they were enough.  I was already wet and ready for you.

I took your cock inside me. Sliding in, you started to gyrate and it felt so good feeling you inside me. The last time we fucked had been before TheMaster (well, twice with TheMaster and also TheLinguist) and, whilst TheMaster does have a magnificent cock, I do still adore yours, my love.

I guess that’s the power of love and having had a connection for such a period of time. I often cum easily with you, perhaps it’s easier to release and let go.  I wish I was able to let go and have less fear when we communicate verbally.

I got on top and we kissed as I twerked, you simultaneously gyrating at times.  The kisses were still not as passionate as I’d like but they were nonetheless enjoyable. After a little bit, you maneuvered, making it known you wanted to be on top.  I do love you being on top. You still hit me in the right spots, even though you don’t toss me around like TheMaster.  I wonder how you would fill me if you took my legs up in the way that he does?

With you on top, enjoying the rhythm we know so well (well, I hope you feel the same about this – I think we gyrate in tune together no matter how sporadic it happens), I enjoyed every minute.  I loved feeling you climax the way you do….no one else cums in the same way. I love feeling you thrust into me as you cum, almost in a primal manner, erupting in waves and wanting to be drawn into me more.

Wow. It has been so long since we’ve done something similar. I know you enjoyed it, you told me so.  Why don’t we do it more often?


I just had the MOST amazing session with a therapist. What an incredible woman.  I’m excited to head into 2017 with her in my life, helping me navigate myself, my marriage and my husband.

I look forward to recognising more amazing elements of my husband that I know he has and seeing the amazing man I know he can be.

Perhaps people don’t change – it may be the way you view them and understand them that does.  Although, I don’t believe that I haven’t changed – I’m a far different person than what I was when I met my husband.

I’m different because of him.

I’m different because of me.

I’m different because of life experiences that have shaped me.

And I’m grateful for everything that has shaped me – the good, the bad and the ugly.

I look forward to sharing my learnings and maybe even inspiring some of you to ask yourselves more quality questions, just as you, fellow bloggers, both challenge and inspire me to reflect….question….ponder.

The Over Nighter

TheMaster was coming to town and I’d arranged to meet him at a bar, somewhere I thought he might enjoy given he was only ever in town on business and hadn’t done any ‘sightseeing’ so to speak.

I arrived there first and managed to get a table, so I sent him a message of where I was sitting. I was in the bathroom when he arrived and strolling back to the table I saw him sitting there with his back to me.  His hair looked fairer in the light than what I remembered.

I sat down and smiled hello. He looked more gorgeous than I recalled, as I rarely get face pictures from him….his presence made me feel weak, breathless even.  I’d told him in messages before that he definitely rendered me throbbing and breathless quite easily, which he was definitely pleased to hear he had such an effect.

Reaching out to touch me and stroke my arm, I was surprised at how much his presence affected me. Fuck. We ordered some drinks and chatted. He quizzed me as to why I hadn’t kissed him yet despite being in a place where no one knew me, so I leaned over and let him give me a delicate kiss.

After finishing our drinks and some food we’d ordered, he paid (although I offered to pay for mine) and we stepped outside to enjoy the view of the city. We kissed and he quickly suggested ‘getting out of there’ so he could fuck me. Exiting the bar, we managed to find ourselves alone in the elevator, so I jumped up to pash him, wrapping my legs around him to hold myself up. Walking into the lobby, he thoughtfully asked me, being in my hometown, did I want him to hold my hand or just walk out casually together?  We walked out casually together onto the street and grabbed a cab.

After directing the driver, we didn’t waste time enjoying each other’s presence although it was a short cab ride. We pulled up at the discrete entrance to where he was staying and went up to his room.  Putting my things down as we got inside, we undressed and TheMaster voiced his appreciation of my body and what I was wearing. I knelt down and took his cock in my mouth, wrapping my juicy lips around it and sucking it firmly. I continued kissing him up his torso, jumping up as I made it to his lips. Carrying me to the bedroom, he tossed me on the bed and got to work doing what he did best.

Working his tongue inside me and nibbling on my clit, it didn’t take long to have me squirming in pleasure and he obviously couldn’t wait to fuck me too. Placing my legs together and lifting them straight up, he filled me deeply with his cock. Thrusting in and out of me, hitting all the right spots, he was just as incredible as our last play date.  He tilted my legs to the side and continued to fuck me slowly, deeply, with alternating strokes of his cock. I climaxed in a delicious fashion, immediately feeling a high of energy and ecstasy.

I’d parked my car nearby where he was staying, so we got dressed to collect my overnight bag which also had some play outfits in it.  Returning to the room, I made sure he wasn’t looking as I put on a new outfit which was a bit like a bikini one piece – lacey fabric triangles to cover my breasts and a sheer piece over the torso attached to a thong.  TheMaster definitely liked this one, giving me an approving look and compliments. We kissed and I enjoyed taking his cock in my mouth again.  TheMaster quickly decided that I should ride him, so I mounted him reverse-cowgirl style and lowered onto his magnificent cock. He grinded into me as I rode him and lightly played with his balls. After enjoying riding him for a few minutes, TheMaster sat up and maneuvered into doggy and continued to fuck me, filling me more and more with each thrust.  It didn’t take me long to climax and he pulled out of me and came all over my smooth, toned back. It all felt amazing.

Getting in the shower afterwards, we enjoyed cleaning each other and kissing under the running water.  After drying off, we had some dinner and I put on another new outfit for TheMaster, similar to the previous one but a different colour and print. Parading this outfit for him, I enjoyed his appreciation of me and my body, we made our way back to the bedroom again and I decided I wanted to try 69 with him as I’d only had my first experience of that earlier in the week with TheLinguist.  We didn’t last long there as TheMaster once again filled my pussy with his cock, thrusting deep and hard whilst I wrapped my legs around him drawing him in towards me.  Leaning back, he lifted my legs to the side to get me in the spot he knew so well and I came in a blissful climax.

As we got ready to go to sleep, he sweetly asked if I had a ‘side of the bed’ I usually slept on.  I was surprised to learn he didn’t like to sleep nude but he left his shirt off for me.  We enjoyed kissing and snuggling, and fell asleep wrapped in each other.

I was already half-awake when the early alarm TheMaster had set went off and he sleepily snoozed it.  I made my way under the sheets to take his cock in my mouth, I was surprised he later told me that no one had ever woken him like that before.  TheMaster awoke, pulling the sheets off, I made my way back up top and kissed him pressing my body against his, enjoying the feeling of his hard cock against my pussy.  He quickly took charge, as he does best, and directed me to ride him.  I mounted his magnificent member, enjoying the feeling of it sliding into me, filling me. A glorious climax soon ensued.

TheMaster entered me again, this time from behind, and continued to tease me with deep firm strokes building me up once again. It wasn’t long before that we both climaxed in blissful ecstasy.

Afterwards, we kissed and laughed, wondering if we might be disturbing the neighbouring rooms.   We got ready together and upon seeing me in my dress I had put on TheMaster expressed disappointment we didn’t have more time for him to hitch up my sexy dress and fuck me in it.

I dropped him off at where he had to be for the day and as we parted ways, he told me “You are a very sexy, sexy woman”. Fuck. Fuckity. Fuck. Definitely in trouble.









Whilst I would consider myself a fairly emotionally mature person right now, I guess I’ve always had a bit of child-like wonder and naivety, which isn’t always a bad thing.

I have always been an over-thinker, however that also makes me good at my job – so again, not always a bad thing.

I’m sure it’s been apparent to anyone reading, that some of my writing is clearly indicative of some emotional affects of Magenta’s adventures on Me.  After having a great conversation with a dear friend, I’ve realised that I’ve very much been wasting my emotional energy and….well, I’ve perhaps been a bit silly and immature.

Who am I kidding? Players find me sexy.  They know I need attention and affection.  Although not everyone gives it to me the way that I want it…..except TheMaster.   Perhaps he needs to go.  The others I enjoy chatting to are more friendly guys with a common interest of fucking.  Sure, the same could be said about TheMaster – he’s friendly and likes to fuck, but the extra lingering affection gets me….and teasing names as terms of endearment….

Fuck, I don’t know. Over-thinking again 😐

What say you, players of the blogosphere? How do you know when someone is genuine or not? If you are being ‘played’ or manipulated?

The Linguist

I hadn’t been on TheSite in quite a while but decided to have a little browse, restricting my search to those mentioning a hotel or visiting from out of town.

There were a couple of okay-looking ads, one that I decided to look up listed his messenger name rather cryptically. It’s not like TheSite didn’t allow you to list a messenger name – some ads listed coded phone numbers or email addresses, but anyone who used messenger generally just listed their username, so the fact that this guy was cryptic was rather intriguing.

I found his messenger profile and opened up a chat window but didn’t say anything, I wasn’t sure whether I wanted to say hi or not.  It was mid-week and so I just left it.

I woke up the next morning to a “Hi”, which had been sent late the night before.  I hesitated but decided to say hi back.  We started chatting and he asked for my stats.  He liked what I told him about myself and we quickly established we were on the same page about many things.  I learned that he was similarly unfulfilled at home, like me, and had been playing for a year or so, having had a couple of successful encounters on his trip to my hometown the previous week.

He was very open in sharing a face pic and I was taken aback by how gorgeous he was….amazing eyes, sandy hair – very much ‘Hollywood’ looks, I almost named him TheDoppelganger for his likeness to a couple of movie stars.   I’m not afraid to admit that I found his looks a bit intimidating but he was very complimentary and flattering about my pics.  He kept telling me to stop downplaying myself.

I sent him a voice clip which he responded to with a clip of his own…it was early morning, he’d just woken up and I was surprised about the deepness of his voice – not at all what I was expecting.  My messenger name is French, which he pronounced expertly in his voice clip.  I later learned that he’d studied French for several years – this, coupled with his ad mentioning a well-trained tongue due to another hobby of his, as well as his mutual love of words, like me, lead him to be named TheLinguist.

TheLinguist was going to be visiting my town a couple of weeks after we started chatting and we enjoyed almost daily flirty banter in the lead-up, interspersed with general conversation.  In one early chat session, he jokingly pointed out that we were getting into some BFF banter territory but didn’t even know each other’s names.  He was easy to talk to and I enjoyed his perspective on things. We spoke of other playmate encounters and I mentioned TheMaster.  TheLinguist was definitely keen to compete for the top spot as my ‘fave’.  I enjoyed his extra attention in his pursuit of this but despite so many odds in his favour, I couldn’t see him out-mastering TheMaster.

The Highline – Part Deux

….continued from Part 1

We joined you in the shower, flanking you, but remained locked in each other’s gaze. Smiling at us both, you stepped aside allowing us to explore each other under the warm running water.  Her skin was soft, delicate – her scent was sweet but intoxicating.  Her eyes drew me in, beckoning me to taste her and I placed my lips on hers as we held each other’s gaze in an almost trance-like stare.  I traveled down her smooth, soft torso with my mouth, pausing as I reached her hips.  Placing my hands on her arse cheeks, I brought her in closer to me as I kissed the tops of her thighs, dancing my lips across her pussy, extending my tongue to taste her.  I found her clit and massaged it gently as the water cascaded over us. 

It took me a moment to notice the water had stopped and that you were standing there, watching us enjoy each other.  Handing us towels to dry off, you lead us over to the bed and she lay back, her eyes begging me to continue exploring her.  I drank up the water from the inside of her thighs where the towel hadn’t touched her skin and she murmured approvingly.   I felt you behind me, grabbing my arse and, before I could react, you buried your face in me, devouring my pussy and making me gasp.  I hinged my hips, convexing my back, my body begging for more, yearning for you to be inside me.  Continuing to explore our dame with my tongue, she writhed, making it known that she was enjoying what I was doing.  Between her gasps and mine, I don’t think you could take it much longer, plunging your cock deep into me, bringing me to ecstasy with each thrust.  

I continued feasting hungrily on our delicious dame as you teased me with your magnificent cock. Bending over me, you reached for my clit with your hand and stroked it as you fucked me deeper, it was electrifying. I could tell our dame was close to climax as she gently squeezed her legs around me and squirmed.  Teasing her, as you love to tease me, I made my way back up her torso replacing my tongue on her pussy with my fingers, I continued to massage her as I kissed her breasts and made my way up to her supple lips.  

Pulling me back, I grinded into you as you brought me to climax all the while I continued massaging the dame.  You pulled out of me and as I felt you coming over my back, I slid down to eat the dame some more, simultaneously massaging her with my hands.  Moments later she gasped and moaned in ecstasy as she came…..letting out the most incredible sound.  

I got up and kissed you as our dame collected herself.  Feeling her body behind me, I turned and she kissed me hungrily with gratitude.  I opened my eyes, peering into hers and felt her energy beaming into me.  

*   *  * 

Later that day, strolling down the Highline on an electrified high, it felt like everyone could feel our energy vibrations….it was magnetic.  

I soon realised that we must’ve had an audience that morning, something that was confirmed when a stunning waitress at the cafe we were eating mentioned some additional specials that weren’t listed on the menu, giving us a note with her number.

This was certainly going to be trip to remember.


…..and there

I discovered I was going to be in TheMaster’s hometown for a conference and fortunately it was on an easy day for him to put a play date in his diary.  This was only a few weeks after he’d been in my hometown so it was quite a treat to have another play date so soon, given there had been a few months between our first and second meet ups.

In the lead up, I’d had second thoughts on whether I should continue to see him as I felt that I was at risk of a key manifesto rule of mine…..that I was starting to like him too much.  I told him that I had pondered whether I should let him go and he quizzed me as to why, asking me in reply was it “Brains? Looks? Distance? You’re not giving me anything”. I laughed at the way he asked and later it made me wonder whether he was at risk of liking me ‘too much’ – something I’m really not great at reading about people, unfortunately. He told me that I could say anything and it wouldn’t stress him too much but he was glad that I told him.  I felt better about it and at the time it helped me moved on.

About a week or so before our play date, I decided to have a little browse on TheSite as I hadn’t been on there in quite some time. I came across someone who seemed worth investigating and I opened up a chat on messenger without sending a message. I received a ‘hi’ from him later that day and hesitated in replying but was glad I did as this guy became TheLinguist – he was a great, fun distraction to over-thinking about TheMaster.  TheLinguist was also from out of town, like TheMaster, but frequently visited due to his work. We got along well and TheLinguist sort-of unknowingly helped me pick out a new outfit for my play date with TheMaster.

TheMaster had sweetly offered to pick me up when I arrived, despite being quite a distance from his part of town. I messaged him when I arrived and he was running late, which gave me a little time to freshen up. When he was nearby, he sent me a message and I replied asking where I should wait but before I could reply I saw him pulling up in his car.  He got out and said hi, putting my bag in the back.  In the car we kissed hello, a delicious, passionate kiss.  He took me in with his eyes, approvingly, and told me how good I looked.  We had a decent drive to where I needed to be and enjoyed easy, pleasant conversation along the way….if I remember correctly, he definitely couldn’t keep his eyes off me.

He dropped me off to check-in as I needed to be careful of running into someone from the conference I was attending and TheMaster had to pick up some essentials.  I took him up to my room when he arrived back at the hotel, slipping off my dress as we got inside.  I was wearing a sexy bodysuit under my dress, something TheMaster had seen in photos but not in person.  He told me again how ‘fucking hot’ I’d looked, how he’d spotted me easily when arriving to pick me up ‘there’s my Magenta’, he told me he’d said to himself, and when dropping me off to check-in, he had noticed me getting some attention – something I’d been completely oblivious to.

Moving into the bedroom, he undressed and it was so good to feel his skin against mine.  As we kissed, he enjoyed teasing me….commanding me to not put lips below his. He made it known that this play date was ALL about me, he couldn’t wait to pleasure me….fill me…. feed me.  We had about 3 hours and he announced that his goal was 6 orgasms…for me.

TheMaster is such a generous and entertaining lover, incredibly attentive and intuitive, looking for cues as to what I enjoyed and what I did not.  After going down on me for a couple of minutes it didn’t take long for him to grab a condom, deciding it was time to “allow” me to have his cock.  As he filled me with his magnificent cock, I came quickly which turned into a second soon after as he slowed down and built me up again, expertly tossing me around in the way that he does. Holy fuck.  TheMaster was certainly mastering me.

We chatted comfortably in between fucking, enjoying making out as well, rarely moving from each other’s reach. We smiled at each other as we kissed, he cheekily teased me with holding back and restricting which lip I could kiss. I loved how affectionate he was, giving me little nuzzles as we pashed – I don’t think I’d ever had someone as affectionate as TheMaster….it was bliss.

I enjoyed taking his cock in my mouth and he told me how good I was at it, but that today was all about me. After a short break, he continued to pleasure me some more and announced I was again allowed to have his cock. Entering me, legs raised, he thrust into me slowly, turning me to the side he continued to fuck me deep….what a phenomenal cock he has, made even better by being the phenomenal cock owner that he is.  He loved teasing me, asking me if I was close, demanding that I made sure I let him know and telling me I wasn’t allowed to climax yet.  The next couple of orgasms were pleasant and delicious but getting to number four was absolute ecstasy.  Giving himself quite the workout, he got me a bonus to the six he was aiming for as number seven quickly followed.  What an incredibly amazing man……so much ecstasy.

Getting into the shower together afterwards, he’d remembered that I had a preference for warmth over cold and sweetly turned up the heat despite his preference for cooler temperatures.  It was nice to wash him clean after he’d taken care of me so well….I don’t think I’d ever felt so indulged before in my life.

I noticed my dress draping over the chair in the bedroom and he told me he’d placed it there as it had been on the floor. Such a sweet man.

After showering, I gave him a little parade of sexy ‘wrapping’ outfits I’d brought up for him. I’d packed his favourite that he’d seen on our last play date, one that included some faux cuffs.  I put them on with the rest of the outfit, ensuring my hands were ‘restrained’ behind my back. I knelt before him and took his cock in my mouth, looking up at him as I enjoyed working my tongue around his knob and taking him in – a position he’d expressed being extremely turned on by.

During our play date I’d mentioned TheLinguist to TheMaster and showed him a face picture I’d been sent. He agreed about how good-looking TheLinguist was, but I assured TheMaster that his top position was firmly in place….not that he needed reassuring.

Unfortunately I had to get to a meeting and TheMaster didn’t have any additional free time during my stay.  He took me to where I had to go and we said goodbye; fortunately he had a trip locked in to visit my home town in the next month so it wouldn’t be long before seeing him again.










There was a fairly large gap before my next encounter with TheMaster and so we’d had some time to share various teasing voice clips, images and the odd text convo.

In one memorable clip, he taunted me “I’m going to fuck you so hard, you’re going to be begging me…beggggging me to stop. Then you’re going to plead with me – pleeeaad with me to keep going. I’m going to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked before”. Damn, I was in trouble!

TheMaster and I conversed about our ‘fucking timetable’ for his trip.  He told me he was enjoying putting together his schedule where each day started and ended with seeing me naked. Yummy, I couldn’t wait.  Leading up to his arrival, I very much felt like a kid waiting for Christmas – I couldn’t wait for TheMaster to ‘show me what I’d been missing’. I loved the way he talked to me – he was so playful and complimentary in a way that I hadn’t experienced before. I liked that he told me I was delicious, and “wow!”.  Conversation with TheMaster was equally entertaining, educational as it was sexy and playful with a touch of friendliness.

On the day he arrived, I did a curious search of his messenger name on TheSite and discovered he’d posted an ad looking for a girl to join us.  Something he knew I was keen to tick off my list of experiences – however in his ad, he’d used a colour picture of me that I’d sent him in identifiable underwear, something he’d promised was for his eyes only.  I was absolutely livid and panicked with fear of being discovered.  After taking what seemed like forever to reply to my messages asking him to remove the ad, he apologised saying he thought the picture was okay as it didn’t show my face. He told me to ‘chill’ but I guess I was a bit nervous leading up to seeing him again in conjunction with being worked up about him using the revealing picture in the ad.

He picked me up from where I parked my car, as we’d decided that was the most discrete way to get into where he was staying.  Despite being in a car it was risky to be affectionate, but he sweetly reached across and put his hand on my leg.  Just prior to meeting him, I’d cheekily removed my underwear , so I guided his hand up my dress and he smiled in delight at feeling me so aroused.

After parking the car, we waited for the lift in the car park lobby which was closed off and pretty safe from being seen.  I kissed him and he playfully pulled back, teasing me to wait. I don’t remember a lot of the details of our second play date but I now know he was unfortunately distracted as he was dealing with another play mate from his hometown who had ‘gone rogue’ and was potentially on the edge of exposing him.  Looking back, it explains a few things but TheMaster still kept his place at the top of my list.

We met once more during his trip, but unfortunately he had to cancel the third meet up we’d planned as the rogue playmate needed to be dealt with. As I’d left some play outfits in his apartment, he met me briefly to return them and we had a nice chat.  I had to go and we kissed before parting…… was so delicious.  I think I might be in trouble.

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