So, as I came, with my mouth open, panting like a whore, I looked into his eyes, having enjoyed myself but he seemed thrilled even more. At that point in the evening, time had passed and it was late to head back, he told me to stay the night. In his bed. The two of us. Making sure he wouldn't touch me. Assured me that we'd just sleep. I accept now almost naturally taking these offers that come from him. For the night he provides me with a pink lace nightgown, and we lie down. He turns off the light and lies down for a while. And falls asleep. In the night, thoughts run through my mind, never giving me a break. I just can't sleep at all, while next to me I feel this strange bedfellow all wrapped up in the arms of Morpheus. I begin to think that I have no idea what to gain from this situation. That I have no plan! I have a Sugar Daddy and that's fine. But then what? I don't have anything else. I've accepted his favours and made him look at me, but with no real advantages in life. The

Spring break is here and we are leaving the cold winter behind. The winter that has just passed has been very nostalgic and I find myself reflecting on myself. My freshly new marriage, 1 year and a half to be precise isn’t quite the kind of unique romance I imagined. My previous marriage did not work because my husband cheated on me with a much younger woman. Truth be told, he wasn’t great in bed and the spark in our marriage was lost over the years because I was never satisfied. He had a huge ego though and hence started sleeping with multiple women. Although I was stuck, I never cheated but when I found out, I completely lost it, walked out on him and took huge alimony out of his pocket for the crap I had tolerated. It took me a while but I realised, I'm just forty-six, and I recently got remarried to a great, hot, successful man. But he is a hard worker too. And a bit selfish, perhaps or an ambitious workaholic. But that’s ok, I mean, all men are like that. He often has to go

The next day I wake up rested and calm as always when Steven is not there. And suddenly I get a call. It's Andy. My best friend! I wanted to share all the gossip with her.“Hey! Ciao Andy! How are you? I am fine darling, thanks. I was planning to make a cake. A consolation cake, you know. For my step-son, yes, yes, luckily Steven is gone for a while.”I laugh and Andy laughs at the phone too.“You know that I love Steven, it is just that I am not made for married life. Things get so boring. By the way, I'll explain to you. Okay, do you remember my stepson? He was dating such a bitch. Yes. We had a chat yesterday night and, I mean, this little guy is completely enamoured with her!”“He just dotes on her and I think he's such a sweetheart. I simply just think she's a complete idiot for telling him she is not sure they are gonna see each other again. Yeah! She said so! Isn’t that super bitchy? And then, c’mon, no there's no particular reason, she probably just got bored. Mark has no idea

Then I say naughtily, “Oh, no, no, what a disaster!” I try to wipe with a wet cloth because cream and chocolate are very very difficult to wash. “Oh my gosh, oh God, it’s everywhere. Oh no, no, no, no, no, oh I'm so sorry…” I talk in a sexy porn video voice, pretending to be a horny MILF. Mark laughs a bit and stares at me with his open mouth. “Ush, the cream is all over your lap. OH no no no, please, don't get up. So I have to rub this very part of my trousers, pretending not to be touching your cock, while I try to wipe off the cream.” I tell him, looking him in the eye, tossing my hair behind.He laughs and I comment, “Did you see that magic? I made you smile again. Now I'll make you want to talk again. “Oh, oh, oh, but… here…” I say, “while I come back to my role of the ‘innocent step-mom’. I rub his crotch again and again massaging the length and breadth of it gently at first and then firmly until it resembled the strong bark of a tree.“You got an erection!!” I say falsely amaz

Pleasure is another word for pain. Just think a second about that. When a guy hurts your feelings, but then he gets sorry and begs for pardon, coming back to you? WOW. That’s satisfying. Or when your boss tells you in front of everyone that you didn’t do right, but the next month you come back to the presentation day, as the best job employee, the Queen of the day? That’s cool.American movies taught us that to fail and to feel pain is another word for having success in life. And I am cool with that. I think they discovered something deeper. I'm a masochist: this means I get pain from pleasure. Precisely so. Then, well, I know it sounds weird or even wrong, but it is so damn right. The problem is only that not so many people share this feeling with me.It all started when I was almost twelve, I was a little female tender child, and one day I left the house alone without saying anything to my father. I had learned to put on a coat, hat, and shoes and to open the door of the house. I wen