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Tales Of The Illicit Kind – Clothed Female, Naked Male CFNM
It was a few years ago now that I was told a humourous story by one of my work colleagues about how he accidently found himself to be naked in the company of an attractive stranger and how he actually enjoyed the brief experience. Later, I discovered the acronym CFNM and learnt what it meant…the story and this new knowledge that people actually had this fetish nagged at me for months…something about the idea thrilled me.
Eventually I decided to see if it was possible to find someone willing to share my new-found desire. Being rather shy, I didn’t want to appear in a group; one-on-one was my goal. My first foray proved to be very daunting – I either didn’t receive replies or I was asked what was in it for the woman. A good point! It did seem rather selfish; it would appeal only to those women who enjoyed the sight of a man, naked before them who was clearly aroused by their company but could do little about it. Because therein lay the rub; whilst wanting an erotic time, I didn’t want to end up having intercourse. No, the appeal was to avoid intercourse per se and leave having not being touched…well, perhaps a little.
Perseverance paid off however and eventually a brave woman put her hand up and accepted my request believing it to be quite comical.
We agreed to meet at her place of work after hours – I was to arrive early enough so as to be seen and recognised by her colleagues and then stay ‘in a meeting’ until my date was confident no one would need to speak to her. When the moment came I was petrified; what on earth was I up to? I was married! There wasn’t anything fundamentally wrong with my marriage and yet, here I was, attempting to live out a bizarre sexual fantasy! Add to that I was genuinely very nervous about being nude in a strangers company in this way. I almost walked…
My date, a heavenly beauty slightly younger than me, looked me in the eyes and suggested I was over-dressed for the interview. What interview I thought? Oh, I caught up…we hadn’t discussed this…sounded okay…and before I could consider anything further, I stripped off. Not in any fancy fashion mind you, just as casually as I could under the circumstances. What followed was a friendly chat about all manner of things – there was nervous, perhaps slightly awkward laughter with red faces all round at first but we became very comfortable in each other’s company and I thoroughly enjoyed every glance she made to my very excited. She called time about an hour later and I dressed and we bade each other a very good evening. As simple as that. I was intoxicated with the experience and it stayed with me for weeks…and then I looked for another.
Once again, it took some time but another date was set – a more mature, attractive lady who thought it sounded interesting; while she was looking for an affair of sorts, she wasn’t entirely sure she was ready and decided my idea of a CFNM meet was a good way to see if she indeed was looking in earnest for something more.
This time we met at her home one crisp morning. She wouldn’t immediately allow me to cross her threshold however until I was already naked; for security she assured me as I would be more manageable nude if she felt threatened. At this point it was me who felt threatened and I wasn’t sure I wished to expose my rather delicate balls to her! I did strip however and stoically entered her home…albeit my heart was pounding inside. A decision I almost regretted when she took a firm, but happily not too firm, grip of my balls and proceeded to lead me into her home – I almost panicked. She seated us on a large sofa in her tastefully decorated living room and let go of my most private bits. I was offered a drink, which I gratefully accepted despite the time and the fact that I generally don’t drink much, and the next couple of hours was actually very entertaining and most enjoyable. She teased me with brief touches throughout our date, going so far finally as to go too far and cause me to lose my load on a towel she provided me with to sit on. This only after she removed her bra and allowed me to kiss, caress, fondle and suck her most lovely breasts it must be said. All this was going further than I had initially wished but she wasn’t a woman you would want to disagree with much…
It was a great experience – from the moment I hopped into my sports car to the moment I arrived at my first Client meeting of the day, I was riding a very pleasing high.
I haven’t done anything since…it has been awhile but now I’m back, looking for more. I would like more of the same, drawing a fir line in terms of how far my Date and I would be willing to go – if anything beyond nudity at all – but certainly in a manner that would be mutually enjoyable. Here’s to you, girls!
Loveisthebug Member: Cfnm2010
Tales Of The Illicit Kind – Right Place, Right Time Part 2
| After my first encounter, I went home reeling from the feelings that it’d stirred. What would I do if she contacted me again? Was she just using me for sex on while we were away? What if anyone from work found out? When I got back into work a few days later, there was a card waiting on my desk. I recognised the handwriting on the envelope from the flipcharts on the course – it was from her! ”When can I see you again? I can’t wait to finish what we started. Get here – here’s my address…”
Oh my God, what do I do? Thankfully, my job is one that takes me all over the country, and I’m due in the area she lives in in a few days. So I thought “what the hell”, and phoned her. ”What are you doing next Thursday afternoon?” “Working, why?” “Can you get the afternoon off?” “Yes, why?” Be bold… “Cos I can get over to you and all I can think of is coming round and ripping your clothes off…” Silence at the other end of the phone – have I said too much? Have I overstepped the mark? Then, “Hang on a second…” More silence. Oh shit, what have I done? Then, “I’ll be back at mine for about 3pm, see you then.” and the line went dead. I hardly slept for days, then when the day arrived I had to keep reminding myself that the speed limit is 70 and that if I stacked my company car on the way they’d kill me and then fire my corpse. Before I knew it, I was at her front door. I saw her car in the drive so I knew she was in. What would happen? I knocked… The door opened, and she smiled up at me. She was dressed normally, has she changed her mind? ”Come in” she said. As I entered the hall, she shut the door and smiled at me again. Then she grabbed my head, pulled it down to her height and gave me the most amazing, slow, sensual kiss I’d ever felt. We seemed to kiss forever, and when I opened my eyes we were in her bedroom. This is it, no turning back now… I picked her up and laid her on the bed. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?” I asked. ”I’m here, I want you” she replied. She grabbed my belt and pulled me towards the bed, I stumbled and fell on top of her. She felt that I was already getting excited and her eyes flared. ”Is that for me?” she cooed. “Yes.” “Thank fuck for that, I thought I was never going to see you again.” Slowly we undressed one another. She hadn’t put bedroom underwear on, and I was so glad – it felt so natural and real. When we were naked, she pulled me on top of her again and gazed into my eyes. ”Have you come to finish what you started?” “Oh God yes.” “Good.” I kissed her again, then moved down her front, taking in her amazing breasts as I went. They were every bit as delicious as I remembered – even better now I knew what she liked. As I kissed further down, she arched her back to me and I looked up. She nodded, and I carried on – it was as though we were linked. I kissed, licked and nuzzled her pussy, slowly at first then harder and deeper. In no time at all, she was bucking and groaning. When she’d finished, she grabbed my hair and pulled my face level to hers. “Fuck me.” The rest is history………………… I left a while later with a promise of more and better to come – it was now official, we needed each other. Thank God I’d gone on that course when I had. I knew the next time would be harder to arrange, but we had to find away. The way we found to meet up next was not what I’d ever have expected. Loveisthebug Member: Essexphilly |
Tales Of The Illicit Kind – Right Place, Right Time
I’ve been lucky enough in my life to have had an amazing fling. A life-changing fling. A fling that set my world alight and made me feel on top of the world.
And the best thing was that it hit me when I was least expecting it. I hope to share my experiences with you over the coming few posts.
The first time we met was when I was away on a course at work. She was a married older girl from the other side of the country. We were paired up in a few exercises and on a couple of occasions, when we touched or I held the door open for her, something sparked between us.
At the end of the day, a few of us went to the pool for a lark about but all I could do was stare at her in her swimsuit. I know I was being rude, but I couldn’t help myself and I caught her looking me up and down too.
The two of us talked in the jacuzzi, and before long we were playing footsie in the bubbles. It was all I could do to stop myself from grabbing her then and there, and I started to believe she felt the same way too.
We sat together at dinner and the conversation moved on to ‘polite’ things – family, work, hobbies. Oh, why can’t these others piss off and leave us alone?
Later in the bar, we carried on flirting but we both knew we were past flirting. What room number are you in? How can we sneak away? What are we doing? Can we get away with it? Do we care?
Eventually we got away. I followed her to her room a couple of minutes after her. She invited me in with a smile. We sat nervously on her bed for a couple of minutes, neither knowing quite how to begin.
We started to kiss, gently at first then more passionately as we both realised that although it was wrong, it was also so right at the time.
She held my hand and moved it to her breast. As I stroked her, she moved her hand lower and caressed my inner thigh. By this time, I couldn’t help myself down below.
As she moved her hand to my crotch, her eyes flared and at that second, we knew we couldn’t help ourselves any more.
We didn’t have any protection, but it didn’t matter, we knew we just wanted to be with each other as much as we could. Within a minute or two, we were naked and next to each other. I kissed her up and down her whole body, and she started to shudder. I touched her down below and her back arched in invitation, and soon she was there.
In a couple of minutes I joined her, she pulled me on top of her and took me in hand. That had never happened to me before, and I couldn’t believe that this amazing girl, whom I’d only met 15 hours earlier, knew EXACTLY what to do to me.
Afterwards, we laid together and talked about what had happened, what could happen next and how we could manage to meet again despite the geography and the marriages.
We DID manage it a few times – but those stories are for later…
loveisthebug Member: Essexphilly
A better place to look than most others
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
I Do Desire!!
I have spent the rest of today recalling every delicious moment with you, from the first hug, both of us awkward and gawky, as if we had too many arms or heads to contend with,
to the last few tender moments before we returned back to our ‘real’ lives. I feel really turned on when I think back to this afternoon, standing in front of you, our body’s in full contact with each other, your hands tracing the curves of my body through the silky material of my dress, my hands restless wanting to feel your strength. The spray from the fountain refreshing and cooling while the sun heated my already aroused body. How we laughed when you got embarrassed, as a group of primary school children were walking by and I said: “darling not in front of the children”.
We talked about everything, your mind fast and sharp like mine, your capacity for detail and observation so reassuring. How easy you are to be with, so much depth and breadth;
how touched you seemed to be by the simple fact of my desire for you for you. Yes my darling I do desire you! Now I remember how hot and urgently my body would respond to desire,
now I can again feel the sensation, the throbbing, the engorged feeling that lets me know I sooooo want you! My mind is restless now trying to figure out the details of how we can actually make this happen. When, where, for how long, can I wait any more? It looks like ‘he’ might be working away soon, but in the mean time we must find a location, somewhere safe, just for a few hours. Soon my darling soon.
Loveisthebug Member: Ginee
Why An Older Woman Needs This Site
My husband is a good man, and a good friend in many ways. I do love him and I don’t want to change anything about our lives together, but he is so emotionally
and psychologically damaged by his life that he was unable to even have a girlfriend for more than 10 years and then when after reaching his 40th birthday he managed
to come out of himself enough to actually join a singles club and start meeting women his life was transformed andeventually he met me.
His kindness and gentleness melted my weary heart and soon we were living together. Love making was fantastic all was well and we married. For the first two years
everything was ok although some cracks were beginning to appear. Some eight years later were are in therapy and there has been no sex for the last year simply
because he cannot take care of my needs once he has climaxed; usually this would happen within seconds of entering, then he would turn away and not want to have anything
to do with me. This is very distressing indeed when you are highly aroused. In fact it feels very cruel indeed. Today after yet another difficult session in therapy, I so feel the need
to be held and loved, but I cannot turn to him because I can’t bear to have him get aroused and face the failure of our love making yet again. So here I am looking for someone with
enough self control to take care of me. And with enough intelligence not to be intimidated by a smart mature woman.
Loveisthebug Member : Ginee
On Another Site Finding Lord Lucan Was Easier Than Finding A Woman
Having been a member of a rather dubious site for over three months,( where finding Lord Lucan was easier than finding genuine women ), how refreshing it is to find a site that does not want two pounds of flesh for the privilege of e-mailing what is blatantly a bunch of ‘call centre’ operators. loveisthebug is surely the way forward let’s get rid of these internet scammers who are preying on what is basically human nature. Loveisthebug Member rogerurbeaver
Other Site pay for 200 characters per message
I have been a member of one site for quite a while where you pay for your messages at 200 characters per message. It has become clear to me that once you both get very close and personal and get to the point where you suggest a meeting, you get almost the same message every time saying ” let’s get to know each other better by more chatting on here” ” let’s chat some more”
“I cannot get away” and the replies are clearly not related to the come on profiles which attracted you in the first place. They just want you to pay for more messages. Indeed I believe they are either coaching their women members or there is a call centre of staff thinking up replies. It’s a bit of a con really.
Loveisthebug member Shannock
Other site Join for free but basically a con
The commonest site xxxxxxxxxxxxx, says you can join for free, but registering is all you do. You cannot send or receive messages in any way, shape or form without a subscription fee (very expensive too), so the ‘free’ thing is basically a con as far as I’m concerned. I guess their market is rather well-off people and reading some of their customer profiles, they are. I’m certainly not looking for a highly successful business woman to boss and treat me like a sad love-slave.
Loveisthebug profiles a wider range of people, which appeals to me more. After all, the more money I save can be spent on my prospective loved one!
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