His lips received my kiss with a confident willingness. It was only a momentary touching of lips. Brief, yet so very intimate an exchange. So much was uttered in the tender contact though nothing was spoken. The currency of a single kiss is often high with married men because you can taste their wealth of experience first-hand.
Nevertheless such intimacy though silent is so sensually revealing. I found myself startled as to how much I had divulged while at the same time discovered. Here was a man who had seduced me and I hadn’t even been aware of it. His seduction came through my own naked desire for him. I was found wanting.
The beauty of the foreplay in the bar was its sophistication. It wasn’t the typical cheap innuendo or brazen “let’s go home and shag”. Instead he’d been caressing and courting me though his conversation. Driving home I reflected about the way he’s used his eyes to brush his words over my skin, through my hair and on the nape of my neck. I could still hear his voice and it was truly startling the effect it was having on me. I was profoundly turned-on.
I pulled the car over and wound the window down for some air as my breathing was getting deeper and as intense as my intimate thoughts. I had unwittingly been restless in the driving seat, so I smoothed my skirt down. My imagination soon thought of his hands brushing over and uder my clothing. My heart was racing with the excitement, as I gulped at the cool night air to temper the moist heat of my excited body.
My state of arousal was now so heightened I became alarmed, almost frightened. How could a simple placing of the lips could have such an effect on me. I was an experienced women. Yet my whole body was tingling from the passionate thoughts ignited by that one simple kiss so I began visualizing the effects a full snog would have on me. Breathless would be an understatement wild with desire would tell you more, as I ached for his lips, his hands and sex.
How subtle and intelligent his actions were. I kiss him, yet he entraps me with my own fantasies. How desirable that makes him. Maybe he knew this, because if I hadn’t placed my lips on his, he would have done nothing. And maybe that would have been just as seductive, as I would be on fire with the desire to place my lips on his.
My married man had me thinking about him, which was a little unsettling for me as I normally perceive myself to be the one in control. God what would he do to me if I truly kissed him as deeply as I like to. Stop this I said to myself, you’re becoming far too excitable and started the car again so I could concentrate on something else other than being with him.
However this loss of authority was worrying as I am normally in control. Yet maybe it was a price I was prepared to pay for the time being at least. Yet anything more was only a possiblility, he needed to ring me……..what came next?
Well……….. find out a lot more about him I did! And like so many encounters with married men it was so pleasurable.
For the uninitiated, married men tend to be far more appreciative of the subtle nuances needed to engage with people. Far a start they listen more and enquire more about how you are rather than how wonderful they are. Come on, you know what I mean; narcissism has become viral with guys under 35.
They’re all ego around this age, constantly looking around the bar to see if there’s someone better than you to talk to. Because they think they’re so wonderful. And my God don’t they like you to massage their penises - metaphorically speaking of course. Yes, I know they want the other type as well, but please, who really wants to discuss massaging little pricks!
In contrast this married guy was the antithesis of the above. Consideration was his middle name along with several others that soon became apparent especially his ability to converse. He could tell if it wasn’t your cup-of-tea, so he’d simply switch topics how cool is that. And wait for it; he’d always link his topic back to me. What did I think? How did I feel about this or that? And that’s not all; the icing on the cake for me was his humour. I haven’t laughed so much in ages.
Now these attributes are not all unique to married men, nevertheless as they tend to be more relaxed about themselves then these little extras do tend to percolate through to the surface more than your average dude. Let’s face it; married men have experience of keeping a relationship together for more than a week.
So we chatted, flirted, drank a little more and before I realised it was time to leave. What usually happens is the guy is desperate to get you to his place or at the very least your number. How many times have you implemented loads of strategies to avoid this bit, especially if you’ve grown tired of them? And boy if don’t some of them get edgy if you show the slightest bit of indifference to their invitations home at the end of an evening.
My God it’s like the end of the world. They moan that you’ve led them on, or you’ve wasted their time when they could’ve been looking elsewhere. Some guys think we’re there simply to service their needs. It’s as if we’re all porn stars with permanently lubricated holes. They think we just go out drinking because we want shagging!!! Whatever happened to simply going out??
Contrast this with a married man. They’re, from the ones I meet, are already getting ‘it’ so they tend to start drifting off home without even bothering to ask for a number, a kiss, let alone a coffee. I have to prise it out of them, and this guy was no different. In fact he nearly slipped out after saying goodbye.
“Come back here, I say, where are you going?”
“Home” he says.
“Well don’t you want my number?”
“Never thought” he says
“Why not, I ask?”
“I’m married comes the reply”
He even said it in a casual way. “I’m married” like it’s a condition, a self-evident condition of unavailability. Yet for me it’s a precondition of availability. So I invite him to be a gentleman and walk me to my car (I’ve only been drinking soft-drinks). While walking I gently flirt a little more with him until we arrive at my car. Whereupon I casually write my number on a piece of paper and place it into his hand. Just as I pull my fingers away I make sure they glide along his large masculine hands. Doing so forces a response from him. He looks down at me and delivers a knowing smile and that’s when I strike. Silently my tongue moistens the inside of my lips which then close to fall gently onto………what came next?
One of the most exciting aspects of being a woman is having the power lure men into your world. At times it might seem an innocuous ability, mainly because men tend to react positively to any situation where a shag might be in the offing. So when you’re young and out on the town, having swarms of men flying in ones direction is de rigour.
However looks, especially youthful looks, are as we all know temporal. Nevertheless, this shift has its benefits. As shall we say the more discerning male tends, from my experience, to be attracted to women with a combination of qualities. Therefore the older you get, thankfully you get a better calibre of male wishing to introduce themselves.
However like I said earlier, when out in a bar we all know what a ‘hi’ is a euphemism for when delivered by a male. No matter what their, age, income or intellect it’s a shag! Let’s be honest about this, men in general will shag anything. Even mud if it had a hole.
This is where married men have the edge, their instincts are largely shackled. Take the other night for example. There I was out with friend when I noticed three guys standing with their pints having a lively chat with each other. One of them was absolutely gorgeous. When I say gorgeous, not that “look at me aren’t I attractive” poseur, but that relaxed ‘take me as you find me look’. A man of confidence rather than arrogance.
Anyway I kept glancing over until I caught his eye. I didn’t smile back; I just kept teasing him with my flirtatious glances. The more he looked the more I replied in kind. This went on for about half an hour, and still he never made a move towards me. This was my first tell-tale sign. The married man tends to be more cautious, vulnerable even to the charms of a woman as they’re constrained by conscience over desire. This puts their balls firmly in our court ladies!!
After a little more twoing and froing I got up from my seat and made certain I walked past him on my way to the bar with a glance which was unequivocal in its message of desire. He acknowledged with a reciprocal smile of appreciation. It was on my return from the bar I made my move. I stopped near to him with a furtive ‘hi’. His response was as swift as it was endearing. His eyes swooned in my direction; their rich blueness scanned my whole body in an instant. Their dilated applause was appreciated and ignited my desire to find out at lot more about him……………..what came next?
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