chapter five.the dating site (I)

The therapy session was really helpful indeed. I thought of how to find a lover, so I would stop desiring my boy. So I began to check different dating website.

I looked online and found lots of sites. They were so much that I almost gave up. But I saw one that had an interesting name, Meetme. So I filled out my profile, I decided to be completely honest. I did not feel like pretending to be a young, sexy 20-year-old, because I figured if I was going to find a lover, lying would ruin it. So, I told the truth: My name is Britney,I'm 46 years old, heigh is 5 feet 5 inches tall, skin color light, ethnicity Christianity. Only the name was a lie.

Then it was time for the body description. I said I was slim,a bit of a large stomach, and a petite figure.For my profile picture, the site wanted a clear photo of me holding a sign with my username and the site's name to prove I was real. They said this picture wouldn't be posted, and I could use whatever I wanted for my main profile picture as long as it followed the rules.

So, I took a photo of myself, and clicked verify. I was asked to select on of my photo from my gallery as my profile photo, i looked through my photos for a recent one I could use. I finally picked one i took three years ago when I took Leo out for a visit to see his uncle. I was sitting down smiling with Leo's uncle,when he took an unaware photo of me,the face wasn't clear, but it came out nice, I actually loved it.

After I was satisfied with my profile, I sent it in to be approved. Then I had to fill out the "about yourself" section. I wrote that I'm a divorcee and just looking for lover, someone who is nice,caring and has the fear of God.

When I checked the site later that day, my profile was approved. I open my inbox to see over fifty messages. More than half were from horny men sending naked pictures of themselves and saying what they wanted to do to me. I would love to spank your ass so hard till you scream, sent by Marcus B. Old ladies like you must have a hairy pussy, would love to lick it, sent by Money bag. Would love to see your nipples, let's chat, sent by Adam Don. You must take sweet like lollipop, I would love to taste your juice,sent by Silver Spoon, and many others. I deleted and blocked all of them after reading their messages and looking at their profiles. There were even three messages from "other women" who I quickly figured out were men pretending to be women. Hi lovely lady,sent by Lily Walter.Are you into women,sent by Summers Bra, you look sexy girl,can I have your W******p number,sent by Imma Fork. I don't know what they thought they'd get with that trick, but I deleted and blocked them too.

Looking at the remaining messages, I could tell some guys just didn't appeal to me, some seemed boring, and some were so full of themselves. I didn't want to know them. I ended up talking to just three of them. There was Philip Spain, 53, from New York, a tall retired man with a neat mustache, holding a bottle of alcohol. He was very much a gentleman, and I enjoyed chatting with him. I know age shouldn't matter if I'm just looking for a friend, but let's be honest,who really writes on their profile what they're actually looking for?

Then there was John, 52, from Cambridge, who said he was a martial art teacher. I have to admit, he looked like a huhe. His chat was nice and easy, very relaxed. He'd give compliments without going overboard and could make me laugh and feel comfortable, even though sometimes his comments were a bit daring. I found it really easy to flirt with him. Most of which were Hi, Hope you are having a great day. Beautiful lady how are you. What did you do today?,etc.

Last, but not least, was David 23, some few kilometers from me, a university student. He was probably a bit young for me, but he was so good-looking, he had dark brown hair, blue eyes and those shoes were everything, and all his attention was a huge boost to my ego. I found myself having naughty thoughts when I was chatting with him, and I'd get pretty turned on, if you know what I mean.

So I started chatting with these three guys every day, just getting to know them. It wasn't long before all three started asking to meet in person. Phillip wanted me to come to over, John suggested I go to Windsor, and he could take me to London to see the largest mountain ever. But David was different—he said he'd travel to my town and meet me wherever I wanted so I'd "feel safe.

I was starting to like David more and more, Every morning, he would send a love message. Hi dear you are the air I breathe. Anytime I'm sad, I think of you,the love I have for you is real.but I didn't say yes or no to any of them. I just said "maybe" until I got to know them better. So we kept chatting, and as we got to know each other, our messages got flirty and more sexual. Phillip once asked me if I have ever been spanked l. All three wanted to know if I had more pictures. They were careful not to ask for dirty pictures directly, but it was pretty obvious that's what they wanted to see. Can you send a photo of you in a short and crop top?. How about you put on a sexy gown and take a picture of it.

I kept chatting and teasing, sending them pictures of me fully clothed but maybe showing a little bit of skin.

Later that evening, I went to the kitchen to make breakfast, I sited Leo's bulge, he recently took his shower he wore a tight boxer, everything started going through my mind again,he came into the kitchen and stood like a statue,mom am starving,I thought you weren't going to make anything, go to the sitting room dear and wait for your food. I started feeling hot and bothered. I quickly fried the eggs and plated it. I dropped one plate on the dinning table for Leo. Before he could turn to say mom thanks for the food,I dashed out of the sitting room to my bedroom. I sent all three of the men i have been chatting with:"Show me your dick" and included a picture of my bare breasts. Then I laid down lying naked in my empty bed, touching myself and using my vibrator to make myself feel better.

I must have fallen back asleep, because when I woke up later that morning, I was horrified when I remembered what I'd done. I couldn't bring myself to check my emails. I kept myself busy with chores—changing the bed, doing laundry, vacuuming the house, while Leo went to work, I stayed at home because it was weekend.I even dusted every room (which I almost never do). But finally, around mid-afternoon, after a late lunch, I nervously turned on my computer and checked my email.

Sure enough, there were three emails waiting for me, each with an attachment. Oh God, what had I done? I muttered to my self regretting my actions. Before looking, I went to the kitchen and made myself a glass of yogurt to calm my nerves. Then, sitting down, I looked at the three emails waiting to be opened. I checked when they were sent 8 AM, the second one 8:35 AM while the third one 12:00 PM. There were three little envelopes waiting for me to click.i felt like the world should just end.

I told myself, "Oh, for heaven's sake, Darlene, stop worrying and just look at them!"I can do this,i stuttered.I clicked on the first one, from Philip. He thanked me for trusting him and promised to keep my picture private. I have never seen any breast as wonderful as your,he said, ending with dear take a look at the attached picture for what I'd like to put between those breasts."

Laughing to myself, and feeling like a drenched woman,I clicked on the attachment, and there it was—his hard dick. It looked pretty big, though there was nothing to compare it to. I could see some grey pubic hair, and I have to admit, it started to turn me on and made me have naughty thoughts again, remembering when my ex husband would use my breasts for pleasure.

Then I opened John's email. Like Phillip, he thanked me for the picture and said he'd love to hold me, kiss my lips, my neck, and down to my breasts, which he wanted to kiss and tease, sucking my nipples into his mouth. He sure knew what to say, and I found myself feeling wet, wanting to feel his kisses.

I opened the attachment, and OMG He'd sent a full-body nude picture in high quality. He was lying down naked, surrounded by BDSM equipment. His whole body was muscular but not too much, and his dick! My God, his dick was huge! It was standing straight up, and I could hardly look away. I was thinking, "it's been so long, I really need to feel a man again."

I closed the picture and went to the last email, from David .I clicked on the innocent-looking envelope, and his message popped up:

"Oh wow, Darlene! Those are some great tits! I can't wait for you to visit so I can suck on those huge tits and fuck your sweet pussy. Is it wet now? Do you want my hard young dick deep inside you? Make it happen soon, I'm so horny for you."

I clicked on the attachment, and his picture opened. He had a nice long dick too, a bit thin but with a curve at the end. I couldn't help thinking it would feel good inside me, but then—wait! Darlene? He knows my name is Darlene? How could he possibly know my name?

Panicking, I hit reply and typed just one sentence: "How did you find out my name?" Then I clicked "send." I needed another drink, something stronger. I got a bottle of wine and just sat there in a daze. Halfway through my glass, I heard a ping—a new message, a reply from David. I immediately opened it.

"Don't panic, Mrs. Darlene, When you sent that amazing picture of your breasts, you sent it from your personal email, which shows your name. With that, it was easy for me to find your information on the Internet. So I know your full name Damon Darli,birthday is October 1st, and that you have a son. I might have to visit you very soon for some naughty fun. You could pretend you've taken in a boarder, and then I could fuck you every day. Would you like that, Darlene ?Your sweet pussy getting fucked by a young huge cock over and over? Please send me more pics, I want to see your pussy, Don't worry, your details are safe with me, I won't tell anyone."

I just sat there staring at the screen. Damn it, how could I have been so stupid? After a few more glasses of wine, I was still staring at his message, my heart pounding in my chest. But I was also getting really turned on as my brain started imagining sharing my house with a young apart from my son.Making him breakfast, and he walks in and just takes me on the kitchen table. Or maybe he walks in while I'm showering and fucks me against the wall with the water pouring over us. Or he sneaks into my bedroom at night, ties me to the bed, and has his way with me. Damn my imagination!

Now I was sitting in front of my computer, putting my hands inside my VJ and getting so wet and horny. Well, damn you, David I decided to call his bluff. I quickly took a new shaving stick,shaved myself "down there" and took some pictures of my smooth pussy,one with it held open showing how wet it was, and another one of my finger in between my clit, and the third one,a photo of me pinching my nipples, standing in front of my mirror. Then I sent all the pictures to David with the message, "Think you can handle this, big boy?"

Then I just sat there thinking about what had happened, what I had just done. I knew it was stupid, I'm not used to this kind of style.I knew I shouldn't have reacted like that—and yet—I feeling good inside of me. I don't know what happened to my common sense because then I started thinking I was being unfair to John and Philip. I was feeling so incredibly horny that I just had this urge to show myself off. So yes, I sent the exact same pictures to both John and Philip with the same message, "Think you can handle this, big boy?"

I didn't hear back from anyone for a long time, until after 7 PM later in the evening.

Feeling nervous but also excited and aroused, and my Vaj itching again, I decided to look at Phillip's email first. "My word, that was a pleasant surprise opening those picture files you sent me. When I first started chatting with you, I never dreamed you'd turn out to be a horny, cock-hungry slut. I think we had better meet up soon, and then I'll show you just how well I can handle an old slut like yourself. what is your real name? I know Britney can't be your real name.

I clicked on the attachments and was astonished to see Phillip holding some naked woman by her hair and forcing his cock into her mouth. I should have been offended, but all I could think was, "I wish that was me." I decided to respond to him immediately.