12:00

He pushed me down on the bed, telling me what a slut I was and how he didn't care about me; how he was just going to use me as a receptacle for his cum. Was he trying to beat me at my own game? There was nothing gentle about his actions. It even hurt a little, but I didn't mind. I could handle it. He entered me hard and rough, ramming me with his cock; all the while calling me every disgusting name in the book. I wrapped one leg around his neck, begging him to punish me for the slut I am. I began to whimper and moan as he took me there. I could barely catch my breath. My heart beat was so accelerated, the bed rocking furiously, the ooohs and aaahs of pleasure, and him letting out a yell so loud upon climaxing, it was all so surreal. And then, the calm. It was 12:15 and we only had about 20 minutes to get ready and head to the lounge uptown for 1AM. My phone rang; it was her...

11:45

I had had enough of the foreplay and was ready for a different kind of action. He sat back down and this time I straddled him, letting him enter me. I gasped as he pushed through the resistance of my contracting muscles. He exhaled. I just sat there, not moving, contracting my muscles; feeling them tighten and loosen. I began to bounce up and down on him resting my hands on his thighs to gain leverage. Slowly, then quickly, in a melodic pattern, I rose and fell on his dick until I felt my body quiver and tense up, trying to hold back. I hopped off of him and stood up; startled yet amazed by the intensity of my orgasm...and we had only begun. My Venusian nectar trickled down my thigh. He lapped it up like a cat to milk and then began sucking on my clit...

11:15PM

I opened the door to the room. The curtains were not drawn so the beautiful cityscape could easily be seen. I loved the city at night. All lit up like an army of fireflies; miles of christmas tree lights strung together and wrapped around all the cold stone and metal buildings. I kicked off my shoes and told him to sit on the ottoman. I straddled him, making sure he felt the heat between my legs. I wasn't wearing any panties but didn't want him entering me...yet. I just wanted to feel him become harder and harder. I commenced kissing him again, still using my hands to hold his away from me. I didn't want him to touch me. Touching could be construed as caressing; some gentle feelings between us. He was just a toy...a means to an end, and I wanted him to know that. Maybe I'd let him squeeze my ass later but right now, I was not about to let that happen. The kissing became hard and more passionate. I let a moan escape; I couldn't help myself. It was good. I stood up, unzipped his pants, and put my mouth on him. He was so erect he could've broken a vase if he knocked into it with that thing. I stroked him with my tongue, just getting a feel for it. Then, I put my hands around it...squeezing and sucking, my nipples getting harder, feeling wetness escaping onto my inner thighs. He still hadn't touched me...

#17

When the doors closed I knew what he was expecting as he did I. I was a woman of a certain age and hey, I didn't play games. I didn't ask permission to take what I wanted. He was standing against the back wall of the elevator. I stood in front of him, facing him. I gently kissed his lips, his neck, holding his arms against the wall of the elevator. I had to work fast because we were skipping floors until the 35th and someone might get on there. He closed his eyes. I licked his lips; he opened his mouth and invited my tongue in. We stood there, passionately kissing for what seemed like minutes but was only seconds. Elevator wisking us away to the higher floors. I heard the chime and the elevator stopped. I wiped my mouth and looked up. We were at 41.

#16

It was getting late. The restaurant was emptying out and the band began to play their last set. He paid the check, since he invited me out. I thanked him and promised that the next dinner would be on me. We rose and began to walk to the exit. We had to pass the greeter on our way out. What would I do? She was a beautiful woman and I wanted to get to know her a little better...just for one night. He didn't mind, so, I gave her my number and invited her to a lounge we were going to. She said she'd be done with work around 12:30 which was perfect. I told her to meet us at 1. It was already 10:45 and I was sure we could find something to do in the meantime. She smiled and said she'd call. I hoped she would. I believed she would. We exited and walked to his car. It was modest but hey, I was used to driving a Bimmer. I was staying at a hotel in the city because I knew it would be a late night and didn't want to do the drive back to Connecticut. We drove to the hotel; found a free parking space a few blocks away; entered the atrium, then elevator...the room was on the 41st floor.

#15

Bellies full, I'd wished I'd bought the bigger size dress instead of trying to be sexy. Might as well order dessert and coffee; it would buy me more time to let my meal digest. He didn't mind. We settled on a dish of flan and agreed to share. That way, I wouldn't feel so guilty about indulging. The coffee came first. It was steamy, black, and strong. Reminded me of a lover who I hadn't seen in a while. I'd make a mental note to text him when I got home. The flan arrived, caramel glistening on top of the eggy custard on a simple white dish and a sprig of mint for color. He allowed me the first spoonful. The silver spoon broke the mold causing the caramel sauce to race to fill the fissures. I raised the spoon to my mouth and opened. A drop of the caramel dripped from the spoon onto my lips. I wiped it with my finger and then licked it. It was so sweet it almost gave me a sugar rush. He ate the flan with less ceremony than I but I knew I had a tendency to be extra. Sometimes I just wanted to make everything an overwhelmingly sensual experience just to see how it felt. Sort of like people who fear clowns visiting the circus. It serves as a reminder of my vibrancy; my aliveness. It's an addiction.

#14

Finally, our dishes arrived. He, chuletas with yucca fries. Me, ropa vieja. We both had a side of black beans and rice. The food was delicious. I tried to savor it fully but my anticipation wouldn't allow me to do that. I didn't want to eat too fast for fear of choking. I followed his lead and just enjoyed the meal, the music, the atmosphere. In between bites, a beautiful woman caught my eye. Raven-black hair, olive skin, perfect lips. She gave a friendly hello as she seated a 50-something couple at their table; I smiled back. On her way back to the waiting area, she asked if we were enjoying our meal. I was so caught off guard I wasn't able to compose myself in enough time to be conscious of what my expression revealed. I prayed I didn't look like a starry-eyed girl with a teenage crush. As she passed, I noticed her curvaceous figure. Small waist, round hips, toned calves. She was gorgeous. Yup, I was going to have her by the end of the night...and he was going to have both of us. I didn't notice he had been watching me the entire time. He chuckled and then grinned. He remarked that I hadn't changed one bit. I smirked, took a few more bites of my meal, and sipped my drink.

#13

I didn't pull my hand away. I let it linger, waiting to see if he'd pull his back. He did, but not before he let some of the lime-chile sauce drip onto my fingers. He chuckled and offered to lick it off. I coyly declined, took my shrimp, and sucked the sauce off my own fingers, making sure he heard and saw me do it. Again, I got the characteristic grin. We laughed. I noticed my glass was empty. At that moment, I caught the server's eye. I ordered a Cuba Libre. He opted for a mojito. We took turns sampling the delicious tidbits set before us. Talked about places we wanted to visit before we died and goals we wanted to achieve in the next five years. The sexual tension was apparent and I looked around, wondering when the server would return with our entrees. I wanted to finish my meal and get out of here and see what trouble we could get into.

#12

I'd seen him waiting across the dining area but he had yet to see me. When he did, he gave me that characteristic grin that I remembered from several years ago. He looked well; life had treated him kindly. Matter of fact, he looked as if he hadn't aged at all. Hugs all around for us both; his tighter than mine. I know he was trying to feel the goods and I didn't mind it at all. We were seated. I immediately ordered a glass of red and he did the same. I pretended to peruse the menu while peeking over the top to get a better look at him. I don't think he noticed. He had been to this place before so he suggested some things he thought I might want to try. The server returned with our wine and we ordered our meal with appetizers to start. As we sat and sipped we caught up on the funny old times we'd shared with each other. We laughed; we gazed; we sighed. Then, we laughed some more. Our appetizer finally came. Lime and chile marinated grilled shrimp, Cuban ham croquettes, and fried sweet plantains. I loved Cuban food. The spiciness, tempered by the coolness of mango or pineapple was so pleasing to the palate. I reached for the shrimp. He did the same. Our hands met.

#11

Me...wearing a strapless, mini, linen sheath in a sunny yellow with 4.5 in strappy platform heels. I bought the dress a size down so that my assets could really, you know, pop. The girls were sitting high and proud; if I jumped up and down they might just free themselves from the wired bondage known as a Victoria's Secret 7-way bra. Yes, I was gor-jus and feeling great. My tan was on point, helped by a little bronzer, and I'd worked out earlier that day so the arms and shoulders were feeling tight and looking very toned. Him...wearing very dark jeans with a button-down cotton oxford shirt, suede loafers, and casual off white blazer. Shirt wasn't tucked in, just like I like. It says to me, "I'm not going to follow the rules." Rulebreakers were sexy. I liked free thinkers, unconventional men that were not afraid to walk to the beat of their own drum. Nothing was more boring than a man in a flock of sheeple.

Tantalizing Thursday morning

Awoken by my husband at 6 AM by a stiff dick. He lured me into the shower; steam and suds surround us. I was groggy at first but it did feel good. Before I could even wet my entire body a commanding erect penis thrusts into from behind, taking my breath away. My head banging into the tiled wall of the shower, he goes at it, demonstrating his male vigor so early in the morn. The water feels delicious as it sprays down my back and in between all my secret places. The thrusts become harder, my moans become deeper, and we both come. He, all over my ass; it mixes with the fig fragranced suds and then washes away down the drain never to exist again. We then kiss passionately, turn off the shower, check the time and start our day. We could've gone at it again but reality prevails. I'm sure his day at work will pass a little more quickly.

#10

It hadn't been long since we'd spoken but we hadn't seen each other in years. He was my go-to person for advice whether it be how to spice up life in the bedroom, be a better blogger, or how to remain faithful in my marriage. I could always count on him to give honest counsel without sugarcoating, and he was funny to boot. Yes, today we would finally get the opportunity to hang. He had made reservations at a restaurant in the city that I'd never been to so I was especially looking forward to dining. I liked surprises, sometimes. I knew we'd have polite and humorous convo. I hoped the food was good and if it wasn't, a bottle of Pinot Noir or Cava could fix that. Question was, how would the night end?

#9

It's a really happy feel good day for me. Had a wonderful dinner last night with an old friend, who lives abroad. I am always excited when I see him because he brings interesting gifts and experiences. Received a call from my darling today. Of course, I'm always excited when I speak to him. Our past convos have been rather eye-opening and stimulating. I think he feels a way about me keeping company with other guys. Hmmm, I find it interesting and actually, a tad flattering. I enjoy exchanging ideas with people who think unlike me because it forces me to expand my thought patterns and look at situations through a different lens. There's nothing more invigorating than a spirited debate amongst old and true friends; and two lovers.

#8

I am dedicating this brief, but emotionally significant entry, to the one that stops my world. I am looking forward to the moment when there is no one around to interrupt the feelings you stir. Thank you for calling me today; you really thrilled me.

Exhibitionist turns voyeur?

Listening to Maxwell's BLACKsummers'night and feeling really good today. Received 2 pleasant calls; one from someone very dear and special to me, the other from someone very dear and special as well, but not in THAT way. Will be going to din-din in NYC some night later this week. Should and will be lots of fun...and wine, I hope. Anyways, back to exhibitionist turns voyeur. Instead of letting someone peer into my sex life, this time I peered into someone else's. I haven't done this before, I don't think. OK, well, maybe once or twice. Waking up to a voicemail on your cell of moaning and expletives is definitely a wonderful way to start the day. I think I must've listened to the message about 6 times already. But what does enjoying the message say about me...and isn't an exhibitionist becoming a voyeur actually reinforcing the label of exhibitionist? After all, by letting you know that I enjoy peering through a peephole into your life, I'm exposing myself...

#7

What an interesting evening I had. I took the opportunity of being in the house alone, to delve deeper into the exciting world of voyeurism and sexting. (Yes, sexting; it's not just for teenagers anymore). A very good friend of mine sent me a picture of his girlfriend, asleep, after a session of fucking. The picture wasn't exactly sexy but the act of having the pic sent to me was. He and I then texted back and forth until about 2 AM when it was time for him to go at it again. We texted naughty thoughts that could be considered foreplay. I texted him a scenario in which he wasn't allowed to touch me; (since he is adamant on being faithful to his girlfriend, receiving oral sex IS a passive act) while I pleasured him orally. I think he liked it alot. I'd even go so far as to say he's reconsidering his fidelity...

#6

Well, the anniversary nite turned out to be more interesting than I thought it would. Good sex made even better by the indulgence of my exhibitionist tendencies. Knowing that someone is listening to or watching you being pleasured is such a turn-on. I don't know why more people don't do it. It adds a layer of excitement and interest to the sexual act. The last time we did it was in Brazil. A stranger, who's balcony faced ours, came outside, partially clothed. So, I did the same and then let him watch my husband pleasure me, as the stranger masturbated. I ought to indulge in my exhibitionist desires more often...

#5

OK, so it's been pretty nice...cigars, a bottle of cava, and lots of laughs...looking forward to fireworks tonight...

It's My 14th Wedding Anniversary

Well, today is one of those days where I am feeling very ambivalent. Yes, an anniversary is a signpost on the highway of life, a time for reflecting, for renewing one's love, and "taking stock." It can also be a day of would haves, could haves, and should haves. I'm not yet sure which type of day this is shaping up to be for me. After 14 years, as 1/2 of a joint venture, the romance of the moment can get lost and the day itself is looked upon as an acknowledgement of surviving the storm. The pictures of smiling faces, wedding cake, and jumping the broom seem to be so foreign to me. I ask, who is that woman? So much has changed since that day; I have changed. My outlook has changed. Perhaps, today I will take the time to look back on those pictures and celebrate the woman that was and appreciate the growth that has taken place since.

Why Venus' Musings?

Why Venus' Musings?
Venus was a major Roman goddess principally associated with love, beauty, and fertility. My astrological sign, Taurus, is ruled by the planet Venus so I thought the title was fitting. On my blog one will not find the solution to a question or problem. However, hopefully by reading my entries one will allow the mind to wander, wonder, and simply partake in the beauty and art of stringing words together to convey the most deepest feelings, thoughts, and ideas. This blog will contain the footnotes of the journey of my life. The subject matter will usually be love, sex, marriage, things that make me happy, and the like. I encourage feedback and I welcome others to share their similar stories as well.

Who Am I?

Just in case you were wondering who I am (my apologies for not doing this sooner), I am a complex, profoundly emotional, comma-happy woman who finds herself always thinking about everything. I worry alot and sweat the small stuff way too much but I'm working on that. Writing is one of the venues through which I allow myself to be vulnerable without the repercussions others' opinions. Early on I found that I could reveal my soul using language and that I enjoy doing it. My blog is a way that I can slow down and take a deep breath, sort through the labyrinth of my wandering, sometimes lustful thoughts, and organize my ideas so that they exhibit some resemblance of continuity.


At thirty-something, after having spent much of my twenties thinking that I'd learned everything there was to learn and becoming quite jaded, I might add, I have found myself in new and exciting adventures that have expanded my horizons and thought processes. I flirted with the idea of blogging for a while but it never seemed to be the right time. Now seems just about as good a time as any because moreso than at any other time in my life, I am not only experiencing, but respecting and appreciating the ebb and flow of life's fluxing, and realizing that nothing ever remains the same. Hopefully, this realization will liberate me from repeating the same mistakes of projecting unrealistic expectations on others and most importantly, upon myself. I am resolving to try to allow life to just be what it is; fluid, challenging, and tempestuous at times, tranquil, sweet and gentle at others. The entries on my blogs will reflect what I am experiencing through different writing styles, whether it be a short story, poem, rant, or just an inquisitive thought.

#4

Today is one of those days where I'm just going to relax and see what's in front of me instead of pining for what could've been. I'm not going to expect anything from anyone. I'm not going to beat myself up because I have to lose weight. I'm going to respect the space I'm in and know that each day I reward myself by striving to do better. I'm going to be grateful for the family and friends I have, even though we don't always agree. Instead of being melancholy for love lost I'm going to be glad I had the chance to experience love in its purest form. I'm going to remember that I am important, beautiful, intelligent, and worthy of the best life I can live.

#3

I've always found rain sexy. Maybe it's the sound. The urgency of the falling drops beating against the window and cavernous clapping of thunder. It arouses me. It reminds me of lovemaking. The power of emotion and then, the calm after the storm. My thoughts turn to you and the times we've spent together. Two souls joining; two bodies wanting each other. Two people needing one another and patiently awaiting our next reunion whist life's moments attempt to occupy every crevice of the hourglass. I think about the nights I've lied awake thinking about your strength, your power, your entirety. I have taken off my mask for you; I have put my gauntlet aside and allowed myself to lie vulnerable before you. I have allowed myself to be taken in by this maddening, fiery tempestuous passion. My mind returns to your visage; smooth, warm mahogany skin, rising and falling like breathing silk. Wrapping me in kisses and making me feel so desired, so wanted, so special. Beloved.

#2

Why does the flame of forbidden love always burn the hottest? Is it because it is outside of your reach that makes you want it more? From a flame it accelerates into an inferno, easily consuming your entire being, your soul. You relinquish the God-given right of self-governance into someone else's hands; giving them the power to toy with your emotions like a marionette at the mercy of a puppeteer. Sometimes I wish I could cut the strings and be free from this emotional enigma, but I need you in my life. I want you and the fire is burning hotter with no quenching in sight.

I'm Losing My Blogging Virginity

Hi all. I'm new to blogging so together we will grow. I've been considering doing this for sometime and I've finally decided to take the bull by the horns and put my thoughts to blog. Stay tuned...