So my boyfriend and I will be celebrating our little anniversary this weekend. Its 2 years and counting. We have a nice solid mature relationship. I can count the arguments we’ve had and he’s never so much as raised his voice to me. We’ve got a lot in common. He’s great to me, I am the perfect little minx at home and the proper lady in front if friends. I’d say I was a lady in public… however, that’s not always true.

Take this past Saturday night for example; Saturday my man was busy with his work so I rang up the gal pal to hit up our favorite little drinking spot. I didn’t have to twist her arm… her hubby was on her nerves because he’s a lot more conservative than she is. She accepted my invitation with excitement. When we get together… there is trouble. Or at least usually Karaoke. Anyway….

I picked her up in my car and we drove to our place. Fixed our lipstick, got our drinks. My little admirer was there of course, a 21 year old college boy with great eyes and a perfect smile. He’s so damn cute and shy – just the way I like ‘em… which means he is corruptible. We’ve had this on going flirtation for quite awhile now and he is still too shy to blatantly hit on me. That’s cool, I’m a taken woman (I keep reminding myself) and I love a good tease. So that’s what I do… flirt and tease…. And almost dare him to make a move.

Did you ever drink Kamakazies? Oh my goodness they do go down smooth and easy. I like to drink, but I am not good at it and don’t do it often enough to have a good tolerance. Now my girlfriend on the other hand may have the goal of becoming a raging alcoholic… she can drink any guy under the table. In other words… soon we were dancing, singing loudly, falling over the place. You get the picture right?

Lucky for me I have my little admirer; he tries to keep me in line by being very protective. I think I freak him out a little because he is so shy. He was chasing me all over the place cleaning up the mess I kept making by spilling my drinks everywhere. Eventually it was time to slow it down, chill out, and sober up to drive home later.

I was a good girl yet again damn it. This guy is so sweet; I know I could take him home one night and totally do obscene things to him. He’s younger than me and I have this fantasy of being the “older woman” teaching the young anxious virginal guy. Anyway he is always so disappointed when I leave the bar. He looks so cute, like a little puppy dog with sad eyes. He knows I am involved with someone, so he’s always well mannered and polite.

When I got home I was in the horny state from all my flirtations and adding alcohol to my system just brings out my natural animal. I fucked my man silly and thought about my boy toy left at the bar who was probably home by now jerking off and thinking about me. At least that’s my hope. Maybe I’ll ask him next time I see him.

Here is an example of an email I got today!

Yesterday, I found your story about the public cock tease, and I can’t get it out of my mind. Your love for breaking hearts and making a man ache is absolutely intoxicating. It’s so rare to find a woman who knows how to use her femininity softly, gently, as a devastating weapon. I have to call you soon! your new fan “J”

Is my head swelling? My ego is getting HUGE. What a nice compliment and I don’t know if I could describe myself in such a good way! But the important thing is that this guy GETS IT. And furthermore he appreciates it…. I love it when that happens!

Speaking of teasing I have this new little fan in my real life too. Now first let me say I HAVE a boyfriend and I really try to be a good girl. But I dunno sometimes it gets difficult.

I have a local bar I hang out in, meet my girlfriend at, have a few drinks etc. It’s not your typical “club” type of thang, though I have one of those too. This is a place you go to when you don’t want live or loud music (and I like those places too). This is a little bar, the place where you know a bunch of people etc. And I’ve been going there for a few years.

I also need to explain that my best girl friend and me go here to do serious drinking and we don’t do that as much as we did a few years back. When her and I get together we get wild, but when you add alcohol things can get down right raunchy. We’re troublemakers and I have no excuses.

Lately there have been some new crowds coming to our little bar hang out. A group of 4 guys all about 21 and they go to a local college. So they are younger by a few years and we paid very little attention to them until……

One guy from that group, the shy one…… started to bullshit with me. He was very cute, well mannered, and nice. I, on the other hand, was drunk, loud, and obnoxious that night. I think I gave him an education in foul language and even part of an anatomy lesson when I climbed on the pool table in my miniskirt. Ooops.

To make a long story short, (which I suck at) this sweet shy 21 year old has become smitten with me. I’ve seen him a few more times, he is cautiously hitting on me and kindly flirting. I haven’t paid for a drink in 3 weeks. I have his full attention all night long. Me? What do you think… come on. I’m egging it on and you aren’t really shocked. I can tell I have him horny as a dog too. It’s wrong it’s wrong I know it. I don’t really have any intentions of cheating on my boyfriend. But the little devil on my shoulder keeps whispering…. “Lynn… you also need the boy toy”. Why won’t that damn devil shut up?

He is just such a cutie pie and I look at his sweet but innocent smile and think to myself, “gawd his face would look cuter between my legs”. Then I chug down a quick shot to clear my dirty mind.

What can I do? And it’s almost the weekend. I hope I can behave.

Kisses,
Lynnea

Phone Sex with Lynnea

OK I did something really weird for me today. First of all I woke up early and felt great. Partly due to a mini warm spell we have. OK so 40 degrees is hardly warm, but after the snow and cold weather we’ve had recently — it felt like spring. So I opened the door this morning and I could smell spring in the air and I threw on some really frumpy sweats and went for a walk…LIKE AN OLD WOMAN.

When it comes to exercise I don’t try to kill myself, instead I do yoga. First of all it’s an ancient and modern way to sculpt your body. You can take it as far as you want to — either keeping tone or to build muscles. I, personally, do not like the look of a woman all worked out … just looks gross to me since I feel women are supposed to be soft and feminine.

Another great benefit of yoga is the flexibility. I can get into positions that non-yoga people can’t. Do you get my meaning? uh yes it’s about sex and of course it is.

So that was my morning — walking with the old women.