Just 18

I’ve just had a blog-worthy sexual experience.

Those who are familiar with my work know that one of my frequent themes is ‘older woman/younger man’ or MILF/cougar. I know I look young for 35 but I have no issue with being referred to as an older woman. I like it. The whole Mrs. Robinson thing…Susan Sarandon in Bull Durham, etc.

“Older woman/younger man” conjures images of an experienced, confident, mature woman patiently taking a young man under her wing and teaching him, training him in the art of pleasuring a woman. Most men understand why this is hot for men and remember having boyhood or teen crushes on an older woman: school teachers, their mom’s friends, a female boss…but what some don’t think about is why this is hot for the older female. I won’t pretend to represent all other women. I can only give you my perspective.

#1. The situation: I knew this boy since he was 10. Being a friend of¬† his parents I would see him a couple times a year. The last time I saw him he was 16 and had grown/matured a lot in the time since I had seen him previously. His voice had changed and he looked at me with the eyes of a sexual man, not a boy. I knew that is was wrong to be attracted to him but there was no ignoring my full body flush & quickened heart beat. My primal sexual being was on ‘pounce’ mode. That part of me did not logically see age, it just saw youthful virility. 18 is the legal age of consent in Canada so I kept my distance.

On his 18th birthday last week his step father texted me to give me a heads up that the boy was now legal. I barely slept that night. I was conflicted. It was enticing but there was 17 years between us. I was old enough to be his mother, technically. Would he be interested in someone as old as me? Would he be mature enough? The next day I made inquiries. I confirmed that he was far from a virgin, he was very mature, had grown into a handsome young man and was in fact moving across the country next month on his own. I only had a small window of opportunity.

I texted him a simple belated birthday wish and received a reply that he was now legal…so it was on. The cheeky bugger was flirting with me right from the start. It took a few days to coordinate our schedules but we finally found a couple of hours on my last evening before leaving for Burning Man. By the time I get back he’ll have moved away.

#2. The look & feel: Veal kept springing to mind. I love steak but tender veal is a different delight. I boy who is just becoming a man, skin so fresh and soft…a body not quite filled out yet, a baby face…and that fresh, new man smell. Younger men do have a different scent than middle age men (and older men have a different smell too). I swear, you could blindfold me and I could guess a man’s age within 10 years just by smell.

He entered and kicked off his sneakers and set down his backpack. He was wearing jeans and a white t-shirt, multiple piercings in his ears as is trendy with young people these days. I was surprised at how young he looked. I think I was expecting him to look older by now. If I didn’t know I might have guessed his age to be closer to 16. All of a sudden I felt like this was wrong. He was too innocent looking.

We chatted on the sofa for a bit and he seemed quite mature, not too nervous, charming really. I had had a drink to steady my nerves (yes, I was nervous) and knowing we didn’t have much time I leaned in and kissed him. He leaned in and met my kiss with such surprising sensuality I had to pull back and look to confirm that mouth belonged to that baby face. A kiss can tell you a lot about how someone will be in bed. That kiss told me that I wouldn’t need to do much training.

On the bed, cloths off, his slender frame was so boyish, his skin so smooth…it felt kind of wrong, which had a taboo sexiness to it, thrilling…I asked if he liked to lick pussy & he smiled eagerly and said he loved it (good sign). Down he went and I was shocked. Holy sweet mother of god. He licked pussy like he kissed. How could this 18 year old boy do what so many men can’t do even with instructions? He was so happy & eager down there too, all smiles just going for it like he knew he was a gold medal pussy licker. It was sweet & funny…and I climaxed before long. Ka-pow!

I’ll spare you the rest of the play-by-play. I’ll just say that it was ALL good and overall it was a very fun, positive experience.

In conversation I found his youth so refreshing…not yet jaded and bitter. He is so excited about his new adventures, learning about the world and himself. I couldn’t help giving some maternal advice and ensuring he knew how to get in touch if he ever needed help. I felt nurturing and like I was recapturing some of my youth at the same time.

I doubt this is the end…when he comes home for Christmas or other times I’ll likely be high on his to-see list…and if I make it to his city, he’ll be my first stop. It’s not love, it’s far less complicated than that. It’s casual, fun and lustful. I wish sex could always be this pure.

MistressT in bed

In bed with Mistress T

BDSM beginnings…

While I was working as a receptionist at that big company in my early 20′s a coworker introduced me to an interesting website. I think it was called “Bianca’s Woods” or something like that. It was a place where people could write sexy stories and post them for others to read.

Most of the stories were the usual sort of thing but one story really caught my attention. It was a long story written from a woman’s perspective. She needed work and took a job as a maid/servant in a fancy mansion. She sensed something was unusual there but couldn’t place it. When she finally met the owner of the house and her real boss she was so nervous she spilled his drink. He took her over his knee and spanked her. What followed was a slippery slope of events that climaxed in a very intense scene…she was prepared, presented, strung up, stimulated, and fucked by a group of people. The interesting part was that it was all written from HER perspective, and it was very consensual. The reader could ride the emotional roller coaster with her, her shame, her wrestling with this side of herself, her giving into it, etc. There were various elements of BDSM, electro stimulation, pain & pleasure and in the end, even a dog!

The same author wrote other stories, all from the woman’s perspective. Her struggle with giving herself, submitting.

I found this theme very exciting. Submission. Control. Domination. Pain & pleasure. I wanted to explore but I didn’t know how…but just like most, I found my way, didn’t I? *grin*

A couple years later I was in San Fransisco with a platonic male friend. I asked the concierge at our hotel to recommend a place that would blow my mind. All I wanted was an address, no other info. We ended up at ‘The Power Exchange”. If you’re familiar with this place now, understand that it was very different 12 or 13 years ago when I first went. I’ll describe it:

The Power Exchange was a live sex/BDSM kink club. The first room we walked into, hearing loud music coming from somewhere beyond, was a medieval themed room with a big wooden table & fireplace…and a huge viking looking man flogging a women tied to a cross…her male partner on the other side of the cross kissing her and stimulating her front. It was a powerful introduction and I watched in awe for the first time, someone being flogged and whipped. Each time she was struck her body moved so beautifully.

We continued on and each room we entered offered more to overload my senses. Cages, peep holes, a room full of TV’s playing porn movies, people masturbating, people fucking, people watching, people being Dominated…a women lying on a bed with about a dozen men fondling her…eventually we came across a scene that many others were watching. A beautiful woman was tied to a cross being punished by a somewhat mean looking man dressed all in leather. She was instructed to explain to the crowd why she was being punished: she had burnt his toast that morning. A rumble of laughter went through the crowd and I smiled too. That’s when he looked directly at me and asked if I wanted to come into the scene.

I didn’t even turn to look at my poor, freaked out friend, I just slide under the chain and into their space. They both quickly explained that this was all consensual, explained safe words, etc. He handed me a vibrator and instructed me to touch it to the cloths pegs that were attached all over her nipples, breasts and pussy. I loved the way she reacted. She was very animated & vocal. She kept looking me in the eye and smiling between screams of pain. He then put a rubber glove on my hand, lubed me up and instructed me to fist her. I did and it was like having the whole world in my hand. By now the crowd had grown to dozens, all watching the naive newbie play in public for the first time. I must have been quite the sight.

I realize at this point I have your full attention but I also understand that attention spans are short these days so I will leave it there for now and continue later. There is more, oh-so-much more *grin*.

MistressT Femdom Fetish Goddess in red & black

Decending into the depths of depraivity

Let’s get a little dirtier

I realize that many reading this would rather read the smut than my la-la childhood memories…so here’s some sexier stuff (maybe?).

 

Would you like to know how I lost my virginity? Sure ya would.

 

Remember that I come from a small rural place where teens drink & have sex to combat boredom. I had always been a good kid and my parents were preoccupied with their crumbling relationship so I had a lot of freedom. In fact, by 15 I was rarely home. I drank and partied, crashing at friends places or simply staying out all night.

 

I met a boy named Todd who I thought was cute. We had a lot of mutual friends and the more time we spent together the more attracted I became to him. I had sort of kissed boys before and I had been masturbating for a couple of years but I was still very much discovering my sexuality (still am!). The first time he kissed me a rush of pleasure washed over me head-to-toe with such force I thought I would melt or catch on fire…or both. He lowered me down on the floor and pressed himself against me and I could feel his hardness through our cloths. It was the first time I felt truly and intensely turned on. That was it, it was brief but it seriously messed with my head and I laid in bed all that night soaked, touching myself, wide awake and hungry for more.

 

In the coming weeks we had an opportunity to be alone for a few hours in a friends camper and we had oral sex. It was my first time and I loved it. He licked my pussy and I ‘went down’ on him. We ‘made out’ and it was soooo hot & exciting. I was hooked. Even though we didn’t have intercourse I consider that to be when I lost my virginity because it was so much more significant than the event where I actually had intercourse with my boyfriend later on.

 

Funny thing about Todd…I ran into him 15 years later. He had had a rough life. We spent hours catching up over drinks and then we went back to his place. We spent the night together but there wasn’t really much in the way of sex. He wanted to hold me and look at me, that’s pretty much what he did for hours…just telling me how beautiful I am.

 

MistressT Fetish Goddess

Looking back...