Feeling Sexy

When I was a teenager and in my twenties, I longed to be sexy. I wanted to be one of those cute, curvy girls with fluffy hair that guys just went crazy for. I felt like a plain jane that absolutely no one saw, noticed or desired.

I wasn’t one of those girls, but not because I couldn’t be.

Being sexy, feeling sexy is all about how you feel about yourself.

Now. I’m a middle-aged woman who considers herself a sexy beast. Well, maybe not a beast. A kitten. A sexy kitten. Okay, maybe not a kitten. A sexy rabbit. That's it... a sexy rabbit! The operative word here is sexy.

I’ve been married for quite a few years, and I’ve never felt sexy with my husband. Then I met my lover, and everything changed.

He is fit, handsome, intelligent, well read, articulate, confident and, yes, he inspires lust in me. That having been said, and as nice as lust is, feeling sexy is largely about confidence, humor, affection, kindness, loyalty, and intellect. And, yes, sex.

According to e-Harmony, men find women sexy who are playful, flirty, beautiful, affectionate, open and mature about sex, fearless, appreciative, like men, flexible in thought and in body, funny, and a good kisser. I can say, women find men sexy for all of the same reasons.

Last week, my lover and I went to lunch at a chic French bistro. We sat in a banquette where we could see the entire room. I, for my part, was wearing a black and silver tight-fitting dress, thigh high black stockings and, yes, no panties.

My lover was in a suit, smartly dressed, and with a noticeable erection showing in his loose-fitting dress pants. I had used a subtle, feminine fragrance, which blended nicely with my lover’s masculine fragrance.

My lover ordered cocktails for us as well as indulgent hors d'oeuvres, including caviar. I had never had caviar before meeting my lover, and I must admit, I’ve become an enthusiastic consumer of caviar, foie gras, champagne, fine wine and good food, all in romantic environments.

See, all of that is part of being and feeling sexy: entice yourself with what tastes, smells and feels good, and repeat. The point is to quite literally feel sexy, with whatever you choose to indulge in.

Feeling sexy isn’t just about sex, it is also about awakening another side to how you view yourself. My lover has awakened me to seeing myself as sexy, and with that, I project sexiness to the world. In short, sexy is as sexy does.

We indulged in our luncheon, eating amazing food accompanied by a great Bordeaux for him, and a brut champagne for me.

We returned to our hotel, and as soon as the door closed, my lover swept me up in his arms and started dancing to the music that was already playing in our room. He kissed me deeply, and pulled me close, where I could feel his erection in his pants pressing against me.

Oh, did I feel sexy! The warmth of his strong body, the music, the movement, the elixir of our drinks at lunch coursing through me, his lips finding mine, warm, full, moist…

I wanted him. I urgently pulled off his tie and shirt and playfully bit his chest, looked in his eyes and whispered: “Fuck me, fuck me now!”. I opened his pants, releasing his cock, that was even then oozing precum.

He turned me around, slowly pulled down the zipper on my dress, kissing my neck and shoulders as he did. I pushed my ass against his erection, slowly grinding my round ass on him, anticipating that he would soon strip me naked, grip my ass, and thrust his cock deep in me.

My dress fell to the floor, along with my bra, and in one movement, he pushed me over the bed, my ass high in the air, and I felt his strong hands squeezing my ass hard, preparing to take me.

With that, I felt that welcome sensation of a long, engorged cock slowly sliding into me. We both groaned in pleasure, and I pushed back against him, and he immediately responded with long, slow, deep strokes into me. His swollen balls swung forward to slap on my clitoris, and I felt my own wetness oozing forth down my thighs and soaking my thigh high stockings. The pace of his thrusts quickened, and now, in full demon mating mode, he gripped my ass tightly and thrust fast and deep in me.

I wanted him to cum, I wanted to hear him groan, feel his cock throb and twitch in me, and then feel that first warm rush of semen into me that would shortly be coating both of us and dripping from my eager pussy. He was panting with lust, and the room was full of the sounds of our mating, panting, bodies slapping together.

I looked back over my shoulder to see his face, contorted with pleasure, flushed, and said loudly: “Cum for me…I want you to cum NOW!” He looked up and laughed, and said: “Why? I’m enjoying feeling my cock immersed in your hot, wet, tight pussy, and I want that to continue! I’ll cum when I’m good and ready!”

It never ceases to amaze at his level of control over his orgasm. He can fuck for hours, and not cum, and when I ask him to release for me, he does so, on command. That, combined with his ability to cum and stay hard afterwards has spoiled me terribly, and, yes, it makes me feel very, very sexy that I can command that level of sexual engagement from him.

I felt his hands tighten on my hips, and in one movement, he placed one foot on the bed and thrust even more deeply, so deeply that I gasped as I felt the head of his cock thrusting, pleasurably, against my cervix, and his balls on my right ass cheek. He pulled my hair, which made me gasp with excitement, and with one powerful thrust, said: “NOW, I’m going to cum in you, and shoot my sperm right into your uterus!”, and with that, I felt him twitch inside, his balls contracted on my ass, and I felt that wonderful sensation of being filled with my lover’s cum deep, deep, deep inside. He throbbed in me, as he deposited his first load of sperm in me, and then slowly pulled out, followed by a slow stream of thick, white cum. I stood up, kissed him, and stroked his now sensitive and slippery cock as I did. He twitched with the sensitivity of his cock, but I didn’t care.

I felt sexy and I wanted to show him how he made me feel.

He handed me a bright pink sheath dress and ordered me to put it on. He also told me not to clean up the cum from my pussy. He said: “Now, we are going to go to the lounge, and you are going to flash all of the men and women in there with that beautiful, fucked pussy.”

I was hesitant, but, on the other hand, the idea was incredibly sexy….so…..

What can I say? He knows how to make me feel sexy!