Miranda's Illicit Affairs And Encounters

I think most people have an interesting story to tell, and it would be nice to read of other people’s experiences, both good and bad!
I really like this site, because it is fair to men! I’ve recently found 2 ladies, one in my home town (couldn’t believe my luck!) and one in the town where I grew up, an hour away.
I got on well by mail with the first, who was 55 (3 years older than me). Then we swapped photos. She said she didn’t want to comment on mine, as photos were only ”2-dimensional” and meaningless. So in response to her ancient white hair and rather blotchy skin, I thought I would say she looked alright – like me, a normal person.
Back came the indignant message: NORMAL?? I THINK I LOOK ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL!! GOODBYE!! Talk about hypocrisy.

My second adventure looked more promising, with a really sexy looking lady, keen to have fun. I had to drive for over an hour, stopping to buy some delicious strawberries for her.
I arrived 10 mins late as a result – there was no sign of her, but it was a fantastic Mediterranean day and Folkestone’s Leas were serenely beautiful, looking out over a turquoise sea. After half an hour baking in the sun outside the Grand Hotel I phoned her to receive an incredible volley of abuse. She had not had to travel far, but had only waited ten minutes before leaving. Now she would never find out about how I went on holday with Orlando Blum!

After a whole year of searching, I had found ‘loveisthebug’ to be a better place to look than most others, but still I thought that love would be elusive. As I drove at 90 mph towards that ”beautiful woman about to burst out of her over-full bodice” I knew something was going to go wrong, but I just didn’t know what! It was like one of those movies where all the kids have to die in strange ways because they escaped an accident and cheated their destiny. Something just had to go wrong….and it was the tasty red strawberries … that I eventually gave to my elderly mother!
Will I remain forever denied the chance to taste the ruits of love’s labours? I’ll keep you posted!

Loveisthebug Member: lelapinblanc

"Free for all" Marital Affairs

Well readers it has certainly been a hectic month. My husband is home. I actually surprised myself by how much I had missed him.
The sun has tanned him up and curling up into him at the airport, catching a whiff of his familiar, home scent of lemons and aftershave and mint – the essence of him,
raised a pang of comfort and need I just didn’t expect. This whole process is so funny in many ways. I love the excitement and the thrill but I could never leave him,
as infuriating as he can be. He is my rock and the foundation upon which the life I love was built. That said the endless washing and ironing drive me nuts.

Someone asked me this month if I realised how selfish I was. The answer is yes. When you become a mother and a wife, you are instantly expected to subjugate your own needs,
to the point of not having any, in favour of providing care and warmth to those around you. In many ways I don’t mind this and when I married I had this warm and fuzzy notion of a life of careful domesticity (think nineteen fifties smiling housewife). I thought I wanted that and not to be independent or free forever because it’s what you “do”. I still maintain that I want both – my carefully constructed family and my wild independence and that is what makes me so selfish – and so socially unacceptable in many ways. It is still considered far worse when a woman cheats on her “family” then when a man commits infidelity behind his wife’s back.

Funny though, that this month in particular that hasn’t stopped me. Relations between hot Latino man and I have progressed. Considerably. In fact I am thinking of meeting him. Outside of dance class that is. He invited me up again this week for a dance to show me the steps. Again that entwining of bodies, of heat and of desire occurred but somehow it was different. There was more. Vulnerability. He looked at me in a way I can only described as knowing. I felt his hot breath on my neck and heard his whispered “carina”. I know now why so many take to dance. It isn’t about flashy dresses and clever steps and a room full of cheering people (forgive my Dirty Dancing fantasies – I never lied about being a child of the eighties).

Dance is about passion and intimacy. About learning another person’s desires, thoughts and the plateaus and ridges of their form before ever reaching the sanctuary of the bedroom. With the right person, it can become the most public form of socially acceptable foreplay. Your breath quickens, your heart pounds and the clock stops. It’s a cliché but is true. Even I with my perennial two left feet found a rhythm and beat my heavy balls of clay for feet could meld seamlessly in time with. We stopped when the music did, his lips mere inches from my own. He looked into my blue eyes with his black pools and he knew. I am not saying its love but without a doubt it is lust at its purest form. Pure animal, carnal desire. Since then all I can think about is how it will feel to fuck him and fuck him I will. I just don’t know when or how yet.

Again the question of guilt has arisen. Again I know I should feel bad, but somehow I can’t bring myself too. It is like I have split into two different entities – completely different but each unable to survive without the other. I wonder if this is how the poor souls with multiple personality disorders feel. Aware of one another but detached totally. At home I am mother, wife, friend, nurturer and washer of all. Outside I am Miranda. Reckless, fuelled by naked desire and completely selfish. Will my worlds collide – I hope not. But I can’t stop anymore. The pursuit of adventure has become the pursuit of freedom, and I am just not ready to give mine back up yet.

Ever thought about a threesome? I bet you have. Either positively or negatively, I bet you have thought about having one at least once.
I will further wager that a few of you have probably actually done it and maybe some of you have made some kind of poly-amorous relationship out of the experience.
But I will also bet you this, of the people that have had threesomes, foursomes, orgies of all kinds I am willing to bet real money that the majority of you found it to be something of a let down?

Yes, your faithful libertine is ready to smite the biggest of falsehoods that dominate teenage and adult male fantasy, the myth that the threesome is the ultimate sexual adventure.
Yeah, it really isn’t. I have been in the threesome situation a couple of times and after a heady ten minutes of thinking ‘Oh my God, I’m having a threesome’ you start to think to yourself.
‘Shouldn’t it be more exciting than this?’

Here’s where I think the problem lies, men have been conditioned by pornography and even mainstream cinema to think that every threesome is a well coordinated sexual explosion
where everyone is really into it and the participants exchange positions effortlessly like an expertly played game of Tetris.

The simple truth is that it doesn’t work like that. Its more like a curious fumbling topped off by three people all trying to pretend they are much cooler than they really are and are all totally au fait with the logistics of three way sex and aren’t remotely bothered by the elbow/foot/ knee that just hit them in the head.

But even if you master the logistics, even if you get past the nervous laughter, you still have the biggest conundrum of all to deal with…How does it all end?

Usually I know how a given sexual adventure is going to end or at least how I want it to end and can kind of engineer proceedings toward that point but with a threesome?
I’ve been in a couple and your guess is as good as mine. They seem to just peter out rather than build to some incredible three way orgasmic crescendo which leaves you feeling rather
odd and everyone thinking to themselves

Did we do it right?’

I’m not trying to discourage you from sexual adventuring and experimentation, after all it is only by trying everything that we learn anything but I would advise a word of caution.

Some fantasies are better left as fantasies and some ides, though they occupy every moment of your adolescent brain, are better left as just ideas.
That being said, if there are any women reading this who wish to prove me wrong on said subject, I am available through the usual address.

You have to take the rough with the smooth; Lilly knew that but so far her search for the perfect F**k Buddy hadn’t gone too well.
Lilly didn’t meet Hannibal through loveisthebug, he was in fact a work colleague of her best friend.

He had always made it perfectly obvious to Lilly that her fancied her whenever she visited the office, something that she had previously just ignored as she
had been far too busy playing at being the perfect wife and mother.However in her new role as Wanton Slut, she thought she might as well see how it would pan out.

Hannibal was thrilled that Lilly was finally responding to his advances and sent numerous silly little gifts home with said best friend and a frantic exchange of text messages
resulted in Lilly abandoning her family one evening and going late night shopping, just happening to call into an empty office. Empty of course except for Hannibal.

As this was a first date so to speak, Hannibal insisting that he was a true gentleman said that actual sex would have to wait. Lilly who still wasn’t entirely
convinced that Hannibal was the man for her was initially relieved but then was pleasantly surprised that when he kissed her, the earth moved somewhat. Mmmm could havebeen the uniform….

Lilly nad Hannibal spent a very pleasant half an hour desecrating the boss’s desk. Best friend reported back the next day that Boss had noticed that his things had been jostled around somewhat and was blaming the “Bloody cleaners”….

Half hour up, Hannibal virtually threw a swooning Lilly out of the back door, insisting that he had to get home to his family. Now Lilly who is a bit of a stroppy bitch
at the best of times – (to put it mildly) ,didn’t take too kindly to being thrown out on her ear and stormed off into town….. Ignoring the increasing frantic phone calls
and text messages from the very rude man who had just used and abused her.

She stomped around the city centre for a further half an hour and then stopping to pick up a KFC for the family’s tea, she made her way home.

Now this next fact may seem initially irrelevant but Lilly happens to be one of the messiest eaters you will ever encounter.

Not intentionally may I add, but usually, not one meal passes without poor unfortunate Lilly managing to miss her mouth and spilling some sort of food
or drink down her clothes and this habit shall we say was probably the cause of her near downfall in the first place but subsequently her saviour in the long run.

KFC consumed, Lilly sat snuggled up to Hub on the sofa watching TV.

Hub glancing down at Lilly torso, laughingly quips
“Ha Ha, look at you, it looks as though someone had cum all over your neck”

Lilly’s world seems to come to a grinding halt as she realises that in the sudden rush to leave the office earlier and being in full strop she hadn’t given much
thought to her appearance and yes, there was a distinct possibility that her neck was covered in Cum.

Lilly not usually the quickest witted of creatures you will ever meet decided that the only thing to do was to brazen it out and blame it on the KFC coleslaw.
She licked her finger dabbed ineffectually at the dried white stain on her neck and chest and offered her finger to her poor sod of a husband to taste.

He laughingly declined, believing the KFC theory.

Lilly checked her mobile messages the next morning.

Hannibals ignored text messages repeatedly warned “Clean yourself up woman, you’ve got jizz on your neck”

Married Dating can be a steep learning curve. Be ruthless in your communications with other members, swap photos sooner rather than later, because quite simply
if you don’t like the look of each other, there is no point in continuing with more detailed exchanges….

Being rather new to it all and not following her own advise is how Lilly acquired The Sugar Daddy, one of the first Loveisthebug members to reply to her profile.

He didn’t exactly meet her criteria, being somewhat older, and he apologised for this, but as he was reasonably local and didn’t come across as a complete psycho (Always a bonus).
Email addresses were exchanged.

However, when photos were eventually swapped it was quite obvious that even though he was a really nice bloke, he just didn’t do it for her…… But how do you let someone know,
without hurting their feelings that there is no way in hell that you are ever going to sleep with them….??

Lilly pondered on this problem and eventually told the Sugar Daddy that in the sweetest way possible… he reminded her of her Dad, and obviously for this reason, there was just no way
that she could go there.

This is where things should have ended…. And for a short while they did.

But six months later The Sugar Daddy is still very much a part of Lilly’s life. Texts are exchanged almost daily whereas meetings are infrequent but fun, and limited to lunches in local pubs

A casual kiss on the cheek marks their greetings & partings. Conversation flows easily and discussions tend to revolve around their respective partners & families.

Lilly has no intention of ever taking things any further, but worries that ‘her friend’ The Sugar Daddy lives in hope.

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well I can honestly say this site has given me more contacts that all the other ones,its easy to use and of course free!!
I think loveisthebug is brilliant and have told many friends about it!!
keep up the great work, I wont be leaving

Loveisthebug Member: Humax9600

I should probably begin by explaining how Lilly came into existence and ended up on a married dating site .

Before the invention of Lilly, there was only Mrs Average Housewife, a reasonably content married mother of two young children. Hub worked peculiar shifts, supporting the family and Mrs Average took care of everything else, the Hub, the house, the pets and the children.

Mrs Average or Mrs A as we will call her, during the particularly bad period of weather towards the end of January earlier this year discovered the joys of “Facebook”.

“The Boy”, through Facebook, discovered Mrs A.

A local chap, only slightly younger, tall, good looking & single, pursued her relentlessly. Mrs A. obviously flattered by all of the attention, somewhat naively agreed to a meeting in the local pub. The start of her first affair.

Lilly (a much wiser soul) would have advised Mrs A. to steer well clear – but she couldn’t warn her, as she didn’t even exist yet!

Mrs A in totally unchartered waters suddenly rediscovering how exciting it was to kiss someone new, the butterflies in her stomach, the constant wetness between her legs, probably wouldn’t have listened to Lilly’s advice that on average married people screwing around with single people was just a disaster waiting to happen……

Numerous flirtatious text messages, phone calls and 3 fantastic Shags in, “The Boy” declared his love for Mrs A. She after carefully considering her options immediately dumped him.
But…. she had rediscovered her appetite for dirty, horny, exciting sex & she wanted more.

The modern wonders of Facebook, shortly after provided Mrs A. with her next lover.

“The Mad Marine” – another single man, but this time, she made sure, not the “lovey-dovey” sort.

Fantastic in the sack, however a man of few words, Mrs A began to find his distinct lack of regular communication and inability to stimulate her mind as efficiently as he did her body, somewhat frustrating.

Days would pass without any reply to her texts, then out of the blue an eloquent “Fxxx me?” would appear on her mobile screen……. Mrs A., stroppy at the best of times and by now a bit pissed off, replied with an equally eloquent “Fxxx Off!”

She concluded that if she was prepared to put at risk her family & marriage, then she wasn’t going to settle for second best, she didn’t want to just screw around, if sex was all she required then surely she could just pick up someone vaguely attractive in a pub/club? Definitely not her style. What she did want was her existing marriage plus the excitement of a new relationship combined with lots of just for fun sex…..Basically she wanted her cake & to eat it….

A good friend suggested that what Mrs A needed was in-fact a married lover, someone who like herself was content in their existing relationship but who was also looking for that little bit of on the side excitement…

So Mrs A. surfing the net, came across a suitable site and Lilly Smith was conceived………….

Meeting people to have sex should be a real adventure and if you’ve been reading my blogs then I’m sure that you’d agree.
I spite of that I am wandering what kinds of experiences other women have had, or are having. I don’t mean who you’ve gone with or what he was like but really how you’re finding this web site, finding the right sort of guy, the right circumstances and so on. For instance I was talking to a guy who’s had a few encounters and I asked him about going to a hotel and whether they both paid and so on, you know practical stuff. Also other practical things around being safe and both physically and sexually.
And also it might be nice to talk about the difficulties such as the loneliness that drives us to find an alternative to what we have at home.
These are some of the reasons for using the Women’s Corner, I’d love to hear your ideas.

Ginee