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If it’s true that confidence is sexy, then I was the sexiest redhead to grace the planet. At least that’s how I felt as I found a new perspective toward life. My affairs had woken up something that laid dormant inside me. I had acquired a swagger and I was more self-assured.I developed a “no one could stop me, take no prisoners” attitude.  My inhibitions subsided as I realized sex could be noncommital. I morphed from a shy lass into a voracious hellcat. My appetite for unbridled fornication went unchecked as I looked for more varied outlets and partners.I began dressing sexier and took more pride in my appearance. I became more fashion conscious as I looked for provocative styles of dress. I exchanged dress slacks for skirts and flats for heels. If I wore stockings I made sure they were thigh high in case a boy got a glimpse. I wanted his eyes to peer at my legs, up the length of my stockings to the bare skin. If he was cute I would nonchalantly part my legs to show him what panties I was wearing that day.My conservative shirts were forsaken for lower cut tops. I was proud of my chest and relished in thought as guys would sneak peeks. I did everything I could to improve my image and make myself desirable to others. I aspired to be a seductress.I also started a diet and exercise regimen to help achieve my goals. Though I carried my weight well, I wanted to shed a few pounds to help accentuate my curves. I would walk in the evenings around my neighborhood explicitly wearing the shortest of shorts. I’d purposely choose a shirt that helped highlight my cup size.I had hoped my attire or lack thereof would attract a few of the men in the area. As I walked I secretly hoped to be taken by one or more of the yearning gentlemen. I’d imagined being grabbed off the street as I exercised and would be lead to a secluded area where I fantasized that I was made to perform the most salacious acts possible. My depravity had no bounds.Frederick and I increased our get-togethers as time went on. We were fucking like newlyweds up to four times a month. The sleaziness I felt as I had sex with Fred couldn’t be discounted. The excitement of cheating and the rush of adrenaline as he fucked me was too intoxicating to ignore. I was addicted to his penis and I actively begged for it.Consequently though, the more we did it the quicker the novelty wore off. Don’t get me wrong, the sex was fantastic but I wanted to be desired by someone new and exciting. The feeling of being a “shiny new toy” to be played with and put away for another day was what I desired. Fred and I had gotten too familiar and I was getting bored.I continued to satisfy my husband’s needs although I fantasized about other things. When we were intimate, I did my best to change things up. I got bolder each time with new and creative variations. I incorporated toys, costumes and other assorted gimmicks into our bedroom activities. I did my best to imitate what I had seen in adult films.When it was over I still felt like things were lacking. I missed the degradation of being used. I wanted to be fucked, to feel violated, to feel like a used up whore. I couldn’t get those feelings from the man who worshiped me no matter what I did. I started thinking I might have to find various partners for my escapades. One person can’t şişli escort be all things to all people, right?I didn’t want empty promises and commitments all I wanted was licentious sex. I had succumbed to those feelings with those two black guys and I wanted to feel that way again. With a firm grasp of my desires, I embarked on a journey for new playmates. I began my search with dating sites but I would strike out.I shamelessly called up former boyfriends to see if there was a spark. The most I got from my trip through nostalgia was a series of phone sex sessions with one former flame. Talk about disappointing. Undaunted I hunted various other websites which led me to Craigslist. I replied to one posting and anxiously awaited a response. I sat at my PC waiting on this mystery man to reply back, I was horny and in need and was willing to fuck.While I awaited my email I began looking at the numerous adult themes on a tube site. As I searched for something that would entice me, I found an advertisement for an online community called “Utherverse.”  The ad showed avatars in sexual positions and as I read the description of the game I decided to try it.My thinking at the time was maybe it could fill the void until I found a new lover. I followed the link where I was prompted to sign up and create a profile. I filled out every field being as truthful as possible though I had no expectations. I figured I could hide behind a fictional persona but why? Whoever I met was going to get the complete unhinged Vanessa, quirks and all.My introduction to this game was lackluster, to say the least. I found out early on that I had a basic account and it prohibited certain things. The things that prompted me to join up in the first place, like the interactive sex. In order to unlock the full potential, I would have to buy a subscription. I weighed the options and decided to buy a single month’s subscription to try the game out. I didn’t think the twenty dollar price tag was too much to ask. Besides the guy from Craigslist never responded and I was disappointed. Now that I had access to the VIP status I could actually play as I wanted. I explored the regions within the game looking for some kind of interaction. I couldn’t even get the time of day. I was just another noobie in the crowd and I didn’t stand out. I began noticing other people’s avatars and mine paled in comparison. The majority were “dolled up” and for being cartoons they looked very attractive. Mine needed a severe makeover. After learning how to create a sexy virtual version of myself, I went to work on my toon. I spent that afternoon creating a brand new virtual me.Once I was happy with the end result of my creation I was on the prowl. I visited the various venues within the game. I chatted with people from across the globe and made a few online friends. Any moment I could log into this diversion I would. Every time I would log in, I would always find something new and exciting. I was forgetting all about my prior liaisons and became obsessed with this game. I would take my laptop to work and log in. I would find new people to talk with and flirt heavily with anyone who caught my eye.One afternoon I had logged in at work but got sidetracked by the phone. I had missed a private message sent to me and when mecidiyeköy escort I responded he had logged off. I went to check his profile and the first thing I saw was Texas. I thought,”well this is promising, some common ground at least.” I continued to read his page and decided to send him a friend request. No harm in making new pals right?A couple of days later I was logged into the game and I noticed he accepted my friend request. I immediately sent him a message and we began to talk. The hours of my day slipped away as we chatted. We continued talking until I had to leave the office for my trek home. We made plans to meet up again in the virtual world later that evening. I had enjoyed my discussion with my new friend so much, I ignored a text by Frederick.At home, I carried on like normal though secretly I wanted to sneak off and meet my new friend in cyberspace. I told my family I had brought work home and needed seclusion for the duration of the evening. After dinner and tucking my kiddo in bed I hid away in another room. I was anxious to see my new online buddy and to see where our discussions would go. It seemed like an eternity before my new pal got into the game. We chatted for a couple of hours but flirted mostly. As the night went on I realized I would soon have to log out. I got bold and asked him to take my “cyber virginity”. He was all too happy to oblige.We went through the limited motions the game had to offer. The avatars do the work with pre-programmed actions but it is the person behind the screen who conveys what’s really going on. I would equate it to cybersex chat on steroids. So I did my best to make him cum. I detailed what I would be doing had I been there in his presence. As we were playing I began to rub on my pussy. We carried on until both of us had climaxed. Speaking from experience, typing and masturbating simultaneously is difficult. I have yet to master that.I went to bed content and thought hard about what just happened. I didn’t even know his real name but I had decided I would send him a message to find out more details about him. I wanted to know what fetishes he enjoyed and what was off limits. I wanted to tailor an experience around his desires. As much fun as I was having I wanted to be his “go-to girl.”A few more days passed and I had gotten the info I was looking for. He had supplied me with all his stats, likes and dislikes, hobbies and such. I had asked him his penis size. I was planning to buy a dildo comparable to him to make it feel more realistic to me. He told me not to buy a toy but rather come and play with his. It was an intriguing thought. We were fairly close considering the scope of the internet. I played it cool and told him I might just do that.Wow, the tide had turned. What started out as anonymous fun behind a keyboard became a chance to play in real life. I’m not going to lie, I was all in. Again I was making plans to cheat on my husband. I had resided to the fact I was addicted to sex and I was, in fact, looking for varied partners. I’m a liar and a cheat and I was OK with that. I was shameless and unapologetic and I didn’t care. I just had to make sure my family was shielded.I agreed to meet when I knew I could manage it. I just couldn’t dash out the door on a whim, this took planning. We swapped phone numbers and would talk frequently. We shared secrets and fantasies and our chats became a daily ritual. I especially enjoyed our rush hour conversations where I would describe what I would do to him. I would arouse him so much, he claimed he was forced to take matters into his own hands while driving. I had to remind him that the cock he was playing with was mine and to take good care of it.We had decided on a day to meet. Again I blew off work to go fuck someone I hardly knew. I had told my husband a small lie that I had an out of town meeting. I wasn’t lying in the conventional sense, I just omitted the part where I had decided to sleep with this guy. As each mile passed I got more anxious. I wondered how he was in bed. Did he have the prowess I was looking for? Could he satisfy me and my urges? Every dirty thought rushed through my mind.Arriving at his house, I was a bit nervous. I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect but I knew what I wanted. I had driven an hour west to have sex and I hoped it was worth the mileage. I told myself if it sucked I’d need to find someone closer. Every step toward the door was one of anticipation.With each step, I unbuttoned my top and unclasped my bra. I wanted to make sure one of the first things he saw were my tits. I opened up my shirt and tucked my bra into my purse. I stood there on his doorstep with my breasts hanging out ringing the doorbell. I giggled to myself wondering if the neighbors got a peek. I hoped they liked the view.Upon opening the door he got an eye full just as I wanted. He ushered me into the house before his neighbors saw anything. He was cuter in person than his pictured showed. Right at six feet tall and an average build liken to anyone you’d meet. He had shaggy blonde hair, goatee, and both ears pierced. He looked like a mix between a surfer and rocker. Not too shabby, I approved wholeheartedly.He invited me in and showed me to the living room. We sat on the sofa and chatted a bit exchanging glances and kisses as we talked. His kisses were passionate but tender. I was already raving mad when I got there and his kissing made me worse. I had an idea to really get things going. I asked him to take pictures of me as I undressed. Something I could never ask my husband to do without explaining why I wanted them.Sean got his phone out and began snapping various pics of me as I disrobed. I would stand provocatively while removing articles of clothing. Once undressed I stepped to him removing his clothes. I peeled off his garments and when he was naked I slid down to my knees. I took his penis in my hand and toyed with it for a while. I wanted him nice and hard. I could feel his erection growing in the palm of my hand. I urged him to keep taking photographs as I began to give him a blowjob. Yes, I have gotten more daring.I reached out and cupped his balls, my fingernails dancing over his sack. My mouth took his seven inches with no trouble. I devoured his penis to the hilt, every inch. My lips suctioned around him as my head bobbed up and down. I slobbered all over his penis as he filled my mouth with his skin. I would suck him near completion then abruptly stop.When I felt like he’d settled down I’d begin again. While I was sucking him off he was shooting pics of me in a very compromised position. I was loving every bit of this. It was dirty, slutty, shameless and I was loving it. These feelings were what I had been wanting.

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