October 12, 2025
What can I say about this trip? It was both exciting and disappointing. Exciting because that’s how you feel when you have the hands of someone you trust completely wrapped around your throat; and disappointing because you were expecting to be able to do it again during the stay.
I have to admit I was a bit bold in inviting myself to visit. This is an extremely busy time for him since they are still working on the massive project at his work and he is working two or three 18-hour days a week. He really hasn’t had a day off in weeks. But I did give him the option to say no. He didn’t, and he seemed to be as excited as I was for the visit.
There was one little hitch he had warned me about ahead of time — he would have to go back home on one of the nights I was in town because his wife needed something done. That’s one of the problems of being “the other woman,” you sacrifice your time with him for OpSec – and there really isn’t anything you can do about it if you want to keep them in your life.
But the night I did get into town, he was able to spend with me. He came right after work. I had told him that I would not attack him because he had just come off of a long shift due to the project and I wasn’t sure if he would have the energy to do anything or not so I left it up to him to call the shots. When he got into the room, he immediately started undressing, and I knew it was on when he took off his boxer briefs.
And man was it on!!!
I can’t recall what order everything happened in. He initiated it by rubbing my pussy through my panties. I laid back and just enjoyed for a few moments. He pulled them aside so he could play with my clit. That is a very sensitive spot and he knows it. Before long I was sopping wet and he was plunging his fingers in and out of me as my breath hitched and I started farting. It’s kind of a joke between us now that the farts are a warning sign that I was about to cum. My first orgasm was good, but I knew there was a lot more in store.
Before long my bra was tangled around under my tits and my panties disappeared. His face was in my cunt, lapping away, tasting my farts and my piss as I came again and again. He pushed me up onto my hands and knees and slapped my ass as he fucked my ass. He went from ass to cunt a few different times, plunging deep into both.
At one point I was facing him as he drove into me. Then one hand clamped around my throat. I gasped, not for breath but in excitement. We had talked about choking many times, but have never tried it. I wasn’t sure if we ever would because I know that in the past he kind of worried about hurting me. About a while back he did say he was no longer afraid of hurting me and that’s when he started spanking my ass when we fucked. Now I just felt his hand around my throat and it was scary and exciting both. I trust him fully though I know that if I needed to get away, I could. But I didn’t want to.
Later there was another point where he choked me. This time his grip was tighter and I did grab his wrist to pull it away but I think it was more instinctual than panicky. My mind was racing. I couldn’t believe it was happening. I loved it and I think he did too.
I know there was a point where we tried to 69 while laying on our sides. With him being so much taller than me (14” taller) it is a bit awkward. He had great access to my pussy but I could only reach the tip of his cock. I tried my hardest though. A bit later I was on top of him 69ing and it was a bit better. I could spit and drool and stroke him the way I know he liked it. Overall, he doesn’t get too vocal, but usually does some groaning when I’m spitting and drooling on him.
I know he came at least once in my mouth because I could taste it. He must have taken a little blue pill because he remained hard afterwards. I have absolutely no problem with him taking the blue pill. Some women might be hung up on it thinking that they are good enough because he can’t get hard; but to me, it’s just a chance to do more and have more time with him.
I know I was on my hands and knees again, and he was crushing me with his full weight on top of me. He was curled over me, his arms around me, pressing my belly. It was very animalistic, him just clawing at me. I came hard, my legs shaking. He pulled me across the bed on my back and continued to ram into me harder and harder. I was squirting everywhere. We both came hard, none shaking. He likes me on the bed with him standing next to it as it helps with our height difference.
When that was done, we both were dazed. I could see it in his eyes – the all-engrossing nature of us and the disbelief in what we had done. That was just for a moment, though. Once I stood up, his hands were on top of my head and he was pushing me to the floor. His cock was still semi-hard and I knew what he wanted. I sucked him into my mouth and stroked my tongue up and down his shaft. He put his hands on the back of my head and pushed me further. I opened my throat and took him, the pressure of him holding my head never relenting. I choked and gagged a bit and then I was sucking him dry even as I gagged.
Afterwards we just stared and each other in wonder. Each time we get together it just gets wilder and wilder.
The next morning, I bid him goodbye and told him I would see him the following night. I love waking up to him next to me. He had to go home that evening, but I had things planned to occupy my time. I wandered around Central Park and found Strawberry Fields and The Dakota building where John Lennon was shot only steps away from the park. I still have at least half of the park to explore it seems, the far end from where I enter and it’s just seems like a long walk coupled to the walk I have to take to get to the park itself. Yet the park is close enough to the hotel that I feel I can walk there.
That evening I had tickets to a show. I would really love to have somebody at my side during these things. I do feel rather lonely.
The following morning, I got dressed in costume (it was kind of humorous) to go to the comic convention. I took a picture and showed my guy and he chuckled and said he couldn’t wait to get me home that night and tear my clothes off. I took the subway for the first time because it was an easy ride to the convention center. Then I spent eight hours or so at the convention. Between all that walking and going through Central Park yesterday, my legs were killing me. My toes were also getting raw despite the Band-Aids I had put on preventively.
I got back to the hotel and message my guy to let him know I was back safely. A few moments later, he replied saying that he just got the news that he had to go back home again that night and I wouldn’t be seeing him. From what he said there is an electrician coming to his house and he needed to be there to show the electrician what needed to be done. That took the wind out of my sails. He said he was disappointed too, but at least we had had the one night together. And it was a very good night.
And again, I really wonder sometimes if he’s just making these excuses up because he feels guilty. I know a few things were legit, like his wife breaking her leg earlier this year because he sent me photos the x-rays. But when little things like this happen at the last minute I just get suspicious.
It wasn’t fun staying in our room by myself
The next day I had to leave. He had set a late late check out for me so that was nice of him so I just didn’t have to wait around for my transport at the terminal.
I am back home now. and it just seems like he had been a little off since then. We have bern sending memes but not as many and it just feels off. He’s been quiet. And that ignites my paranoia even more.
We didn’t do any video this time because I didn’t have the camera set up. I wasn’t sure what if anything would happen that first night and then the following nights I was by myself. I only got one good picture of him during the trip. Even on my other excursions during my visit I didn’t take a lot of photos.
So I ran through the entire gamut of emotions. I’m still feeling down, and even a little scared. I’ll feel better when our messaging gets back to normal. But until then I’ll try not to worry. But my mind immediately goes to darker places. I can live without him, but I don’t want to and I know if that ever happened I would be devastated. And then I looked to the future and I think how much longer can we be together? I’m five years older than him and we’re both getting older. There will be a time when we sex won’t be forefront of our minds. What will happen then? Will we still be together? Will we still talk? Would I be able to visit him? It’s just all getting stuck in my head now. I think because my sister is extremely sick and is not expected to live more than a few weeks, the thoughts of my mortality come into play. I’m not the healthiest person in the world. I do have chronic leukemia, but they say that is treatable — however, the treatments are harsh and have affected my body.
Memento mori
Morgan Destera 