Visiting the City from Sept 8-11 and looking to add an exciting spark. Open minded attractive married woman who enjoys interesting restaurants, dark cocktail bars, and random adventures. For me the mental component is what excites me as well as a smart and creative plan. I like a little deviousness and confidence in a man.
Wondering what kind of trouble I can find. Let’s discuss possibilities
F4M - 38(f) Looking for exceptionally good looking and well hung traveling married business men who come to NYC a few times a year for one , ongoing connection. Interested in fun, sharing a drink and if the vibes are right , making each other's fantasies come true. I need a little connection in order to make the physical that much better so know how to charm a grown women.
Me: 5'8 , Slim , Confident , well dressed , Successful and Beautiful ( your dream MILF)
You: come to nyc more than 2x a year , 30-45 years old , taller than 5'11 , full head of hair , white , good looking , BWC ( I am a size queen so this matters) , knows how to satisfy a women or willing to take enhancements so I can take what I need.
I am leaving the city with 2 success stories. Than k you. See you in other cities
I was still riding the high of the first when I hopped on Reddit looking for more of the same thrill. (First success story posted on my profile) Now on to last meet up. I didn’t even plan to meet anyone new at first in this visit. I was thinking its for next visit. But then he caught my eyes. u/kinkyplayerm
I sent a short message back describing exactly what I was craving, and he replied within minutes with an offer I couldn’t ignore.
We met at a quiet hotel. He was waiting in the hallway when I walked up, same sharp \eyes, same confident stride.
He took me to his room. The second he unlocked the door he had me against it again, but this he didn't rush. He took his time, backing me toward the bed while his hands explored every inch of me like he was memorizing it. He pushed me onto the bed first, hands rough but gentle on my hips, guiding me until I was on my back with my legs spread. I felt the weight of his body come down, solid and hot, his knee pushing between my thighs. “You came all this way looking for something real,” . “You’re about to get it.” His fingers found the edge of my panties first, teasing, pulling the thin fabric aside. I was already wet, embarrassingly so, but he didn’t rush. He circled my clit slow, then faster, two thick fingers sliding inside me while his thumb kept time on my swollen nub.
The sounds were obscene, wet and slick, filling the room. I arched up, chasing it, moaning his name like a prayer. “Please,” I gasped. “I need to cum.” He pulled his hand away without warning, fingers glistening, and grinned down at me. “Not yet, baby. You’re going to take what I give you.” I whined, hips rolling desperately against empty air, but he just laughed softly and stood up.
From his bag he pulled a leather leash, thick and polished. He looped it around my throat, not choking, just enough pressure to remind me who was in control. The metal ring clicked against his palm as he tugged me up and off the sofa. My legs felt shaky, knees weak, pussy throbbing in protest.
He dragged me to the bed by that leash like I was his, boots silent on the carpet, my heels clicking after him. I kept pace, heart hammering, because fighting it never crossed my mind. At the foot of the bed he stopped, gave the leash a gentle yank, and I crawled up on all fours, back arched, ass presented.
He stood at the edge of the mattress and run a single finger down the center of my spine, slow and deliberate. Then he wrote on me. With his own cum from earlier in the night, he pressed his finger against my lower back and drew a line, thick and black. Below it, another one, then another, until my entire back was covered in his writing: HIS. OWNED. MINE. Each letter was a brand. My skin prickled, heat pooling between my legs even as humiliation burned my cheeks. “Every inch of you belongs to me tonight,” he said, voice calm as he traced the letters again. “You don’t cum unless I say. You don’t speak unless I say.” I had my safe word but I didn’t need them”
He kept going, circling the words on my back, then sliding his hand down to squeeze my ass hard enough to leave marks. “Look at you, begging already and I’ve barely touched you properly. Pathetic little slut in heat. You want my cock so bad you’re shaking, but you’re going to stay wet and denied until I decide it’s time.” I was shaking. My thighs trembled.
Every brush of his fingers against my clit, every time he pulled the leash to make me arch harder, sent sparks straight to my core. He’d write another line, then rub the ink into my skin until it smeared slightly, then slap my ass so the sting mixed with the burn. He’d make me repeat after him in a whisper, “I’m your property.” Over and over. Each time my voice cracked and my pussy clenched around nothing. He’d finger me deep, curling just right, then stop and stare at my dripping cunt like it was a beautiful crime. “Not yet,” he’d say every single time. “You’re going to earn it.” Hours felt like minutes and hours at the same time
The room smelled like sex and whiskey and us. My body was a live wire, nipples tight, breasts heavy, thighs slick. Every denial made me hungrier. I was a mess of sweat and need, but he just kept writing, kept teasing, kept reminding me exactly who had the leash. Finally, after what felt like forever, he climbed onto the bed behind me. He took the leash, looped it over the headboard, and tugged me up onto my knees. “Look at me.” I turned my head. His cock was hard, thick, already leaking. He pushed it against my entrance and slid in slow, stretching me open. The fullness was everything. I cried out, back bowing. He fucked me like he owned me, deep and punishing, one hand fisted in my hair, the other gripping my hip hard enough to bruise. “Cum for me,” he growled. “Right fucking now.” I shattered. The orgasm ripped through me so hard my vision whited out, my walls clamping down around him as I screamed his name.
We finished with cuddling and kisses
Sometimes I fantasize about sitting at the hotel bar and locking eyes with a handsome stranger in hopes it leads to a night or two in my room. Know thyself, though, right? I'm far too reserved to make it happen and far too goal-oriented to leave it all to chance. So here I am…
I'll be in the Buckhead area of Atlanta from August 30 to September 2. I've never done this before, but I have had affairs at home. I'm a late 40s fit executive, shy but adventurous, witty and talkative, clearly not willing to follow the rules. Maybe you're traveling; maybe you're local. Maybe you're at the same conference as me and this can be a top secret adventure that happens again. I need you to be a smart, good looking, take-charge kind of guy.
My preference would be to start chatting now, build some rapport and - more importantly - heat, and see where this goes. It could be that we have a curious coffee or plan to lock eyes in that hotel bar or build such an intensity that it starts with a knock at my door. I'm taking a chance here to see if something clicks, but I know how to have fun alone if this is a swing and a miss. I just need you to make the first move... (notabot)
Traveling professional looking for affair during business trips. Often in Europe and East Coast USA