How old is too old to fuck in the backseat of a car? The answer is: I should have stretched first.

It's no secret how much I like fucking younger guys. It's hot. Don't hate. Well, how about fucking a younger guy in the backseat of my coupe? Uh huh. I win.

So did he.

It started out an an innocent date of Chinese takeout in the park. But it was getting cold so we decided to sit in my car. When we finished eating we talked a little and then kissing happened. I sat on his lap, facing him, straddling him. His neck was ticklish. That made me want to lick it even more.

I can't remember who took my shirt off, but then his was off, too, and we were pressed against each other. Skin against skin. Tongues entwined.

"Do you want me to take my pants off?" I whispered seductively.

He moaned and they were off. My lacy, orange panties were soaked. Within seconds he placed me on the seat, spread my legs, pushed my panties to the side and had his head between my legs. All I could feel was his tongue inside me. Somehow my panties disappeared, enabling him to lick my pussy with more ease. I am getting goosebumps right now thinking about his mouth on me. I was sweating and moaning and in that moment wanted to get his dick in my mouth; wanted to return the favor.

His pants disappeared into whatever abyss mine had fallen into and we shifted around the tight space of my coupe, trying to figure out how to continue. It was precarious, but I made him sit and wrapped my mouth around his cock.

"That's better than I remember," he said, alluding to previous blow jobs, I suppose.

Just wait, I thought to myself. Then I did those things I like to do and licked those places that he may not have realized existed. His look of pleasure and surprise confirmed this and prompted me to continue. The more he moaned, the more I enjoyed myself. A little ego boost? Perhaps. But I think more than that I was genuinely enjoying making him feel good. He is definitely someone who deserves pleasure and it was worth my sore legs and back the next day.

He pulled me on top of him and I know he could feel how wet I was. I was dripping all over his lap. Kissing. Arms around each other. Caressing. Grinding our hips together. I moved so that he slipped inside me and then I slowed down. Gliding myself up and down. There was so much wetness between us. Then back in my mouth again and I could taste myself on him.

He grabbed me, urgently, and brought my face to his. Inside me again. I turned around for a little Reverse Cowgirl action and increased the pace, bouncing up and down. He tried to lay me down, but the car was too small and there was no good angle for penetration. Frustrated, I flipped over and lay him down, getting on top of him.

The windows were steamed and it smelled like sweat. I rode him faster and faster, my hands pressing on the ceiling of the car and I could hear myself growling. The look of pleasure on his face made me slow down and push deeper. I could feel myself getting closer to climax. I pressed my body against his while I squeezed my pussy tight around him. I came in pulses, that made my legs shake. I knew my legs won't hold out so I moved down and put him in my mouth. I wanted nothing more at that moment than for him to cum in my mouth. He did. Oh, boy, he did. Never have I had so much cum in my mouth. I was impressed.

You know what else is impressive? I wrote this whole damn story one-handed.

xo
Daisy

I like to expand my horizons.

I am excited, nervous and skeeved out all at the same time right now an my mind is screaming, "BLOG IT! BLOG IT! BLOG IT!

I have been emailing back-and-forth with a used panty customer trying to find the right product for him. We have finally settled on one of my favorite pairs of panties. It's a thong that I never intended to sell, but they are appropriate for this situation. They're black and pink and lacy and supah pretty. They were not purchased to be worn for a really long time, if you catch what I'm throwin'. (Wink, wink.)

Ok, they also have never been worn. Shut up.

Now, my normal routine is I shower in the evening, put on the undies, rub one out and wear them until my next shower, 24 hours later. Then I pack them tightly into a Ziplock bag and ship the next day. Simple and fun. Win!

This man would like me to wear the undies for 2 days. Two days in the same pair of undies. And day #2 will involve me going for a run prior to my shower. After rubbing one out the day before. Ugh. I know plenty of women do this but I am not one of those women. Sometimes if I sweat a lot, I change my panties mid-day because I feel gross. But I'm going to do it. I am going to expand my horizons and do something out of my comfort zone. That's what this is all about, right? Seeing what I'm willing to do. Figuring out where I draw my lines.

Let's also please refer to the aforementioned description of said thong. "Lacy." Read: itchy. In my butt. For 2 days. Breathe in, breathe out.

So why do this at all if it skeeves me out? Well, for a couple of reasons, really. I hate to say, the first is that the money is good. Very good. I named a price that would make this discomfort worth it and he agreed. But more than that, this guy is nice. His emails are cordial. We made small talk and it wasn't strained. He's not some crazy dude trying to dominate and use me in any way. He's just a guy who knows what he wants and I'm just a gal who wants to give it to him. His requests have been just that: requests. No demands. Just two people emailing. I like it. He makes it easier to do this thing that is so new for me.

You catch more dirty panties with honey, right?

xo
Daisy

This might be the best email I've ever received. One day I'm gonna fuck this dude senseless.

I received the most amazing email from a gentleman friend of mine last week. Amazing as in my panties are wet thinking about it. Ladies and gentleman, I swooned like a 13-year-old girl in sequined jeans at a Marky Mark show. (Ok, or, well, ME at a Marky Mark show. Let's be honest.) Ya'll, this is someone I have known for years and years and years. He is a soul mate. His friendship is immensely important to me. And I have wanted to fuck him for years and years and years. But we are like two naked ships in the night: we always sail right passed each other.

In high school (yes, high school) we assumed the attraction was one-sided. Years later I worked for him as his secretary. Ahem. Administrative Assistant. I don't know how we weren't naked on his desk on the daily. Everyone in the office thought we were fucking, anyway! But he was dating What's-Her-Name and I was seeing So-In-So.We were tryin' to be all loyal to our significant others and shit.

I literally just shook my head in disbelief. This is someone that I should be getting naked with. Nowish, ideally.

Ooooo, I remember this one day, I had to change my clothes in his office and do you know what happened? A big, fat nothing happened. Wtf, right? There were many times that I found myself in his lap editing a database. No, "editing a database" is not code. I wish he'd had just taken the gigantic hint and taken my pants off.

Last summer I was house sitting for some friends with a big house. Rich friends. Friends with a wine rack, an assortment of craft beers and a garage with a remote door opener. I invited this gentleman friend of mine to come over and spend some time with me. It was unbelievably incredibly fantastical. We drank wine and looked at the stars. But no fucking. Don't judge me it was still amazing. Seriously. Stop with the judgement.

Then a few days later, I get this email:

Completely nude, riding me with a firm grip on your hips. Completely inside as you push your full chest against me... That's what I imagine. Often. 

Do you know what gets me harder than anything? When you're lying face down, legs together. I'm behind you as I spread your ass and feel your soaked pussy with the tip of my cock and slowly slide in while reaching around with my right hand underneath your hip to play with your clit. Then pushing all the way in I lean down, my chest against your back. I can feel you breathing deeply. My fingers wet from my cock slowly pulling out and pushing into you. 

The slipping of our sweat, the smell of the nape of your neck. Moving my left hand up to clutch your left breast and nipple, pulling you up and towards me. Gently pull out and turn you over, facing me. Look into your eyes and feel your body as you do the same to me. Wondering what will happen next.

Not all the way inside yet but just enough to feel your tight pussy pulsing around me. Your legs resting over my hips while I'm inching closer to you, enjoying the moment of being with each other. Minds racing about how we'd like to make one another feel something, something different, uninhibited by restriction.

Minds turned off now, only instinct taking over. I'd like you in your side to go further in than I had been before. Hands clasped to pull each other closer. I can feel you getting tighter and even tighter. Lift from the knee to your beautiful chest as I get even deeper, kissing and licking your chest... Something I've wanted for years and now finally have.

I haven't been this turned on ever. I want to cum fucking hard right now but want you straddling me more.

I move my hands from pushing as hard as I can down on your hips to the small of your back so I can taste your sweat as it pours off into mine. Both hands grasp your ass, spreading it apart, taking me in and out entirely. Feeling the head of my cock slip in and out as if we had just started. But by the way you're dripping cum I'm about to explode. It had been an hour at least but felt as if we had just began. So ready to cum but never wanting it to end; I just cant hold it anymore. Pulling out I cum the hardest a man can cum right in between us, pulling you tight so we can both feel each other. Not letting go, the dream is now reality.

Fuck you were good. Goddamn. 

And thats what I think about especially when we were standing close in the street looking at the night sky.

Motherfucking swoon. I can't even take it. One day, I swear, I am gonna get naked with this dude. And it's gonna rock my socks off because I've been waiting 18 years for this.

xo
Daisy

If I have to put a cucumber in my butt, just forget it!

I think I might be too honest for this gig. Or maybe just not hungry enough for the money? It's marketing. It's getting the buyer the right product and closing the deal. But I said it before: I can't pretend to be some little 20-something girl who lives to fuck and be fucked. I am a person. I'd say I'm a kinky person. But still a person. There's a line that I don't want to cross. I'm guess I'm still trying to figure out where that line is.

I want to sell my used undies. I like it. I like knowing that my scent is getting someone off. That's me right there. That smells is from me; from a private place. That smell is turning someone on and that turns me on like crazy. But I also want to be respected and taken seriously. I'm beginning to wonder if that's possible.

I guess for some guys it's just all about domination? What can he get me to do? Here's a good example. I offer 3 printed photos sent with the panties for an extra charge and I will take requests for the content of the photos. The other day this one guy wants photos of me wearing the undies with a cucumber up my ass and twat. Um. Big fat N-O right there. But then I'm the bitch because I won't do it? Are you kidding me? That dude deserves a squirrel tap.

I think I might lay low on the panty sale site I signed up for. Just for a while maybe. I like that there's a community of people with this fetish. Like, the kids in high school that sat at the table furthest from everyone else during lunch. You think you're weird until you get out of school and realize there's so many other people like you. It is nice to find a place to fit in. But, it's also been a little overwhelming.

xo
Daisy

I want to be a cougar but I don't think I have enough money or spandex mini-dresses.

I do all my best thinking in the shower. Maybe it's the sound or the heat of the water, I'm not sure. There's a certain clarity I feel when I'm in that naked, vulnerable place.

I realized tonight, as I was getting soapy and clean, that in creating this blog, I am taking all of my secrets --all of the things I hide from the people close to me-- and putting them out in the most public way possible. I'm taking all of the desires that I hide from the general population and exposing them on the internet. Perhaps, instead, I should see a therapist, yes?

Let me give you an example: I love attention from younger men. I suspect it has something to do with gaining a sense of power over men in a society that tries relentlessly to keep women inferior. But I can't be sure. I just know that a tall, lanky 23-year-old will always turn my head and it's not long before I have them naked and sweating. I love the look on their face when I do something they've never experienced before. Usually they take it as a challenge to find new ways to pleasure me, in return. That, my friends, is what we call a Win-Win Situation. Hashtag that sucker if you want.

I'm a big fan of Dan Savage, a relationship-advice columnist and has a Podcast called, Savage Love. (If you have not read or heard of him, leave this page right now and go here !! Then come back. I'll wait.) He has popularized numerous neologisms, including the "campsite rule". He compares being with a younger person romantically as visiting a campsite. Leave them at least as healthy as they were when you got there. No STIs, no pregnancies, no depression.

I've had one-night-trists as well as long-term relationships with men significantly younger than myself. I hope that I've taught them well. My goal is to end with them happier, more confident and sexually knowledgeable than when I started. I asked one of my Ex-Boyfriends of Significant Age Difference what he liked best about our relationship. "You taught me what to do with a vagina." Indeed I did. I feel a little guilty that I have to giggle when I think about the first time he went down on me. However, I am far from subtle. In fact, I am like an air traffic controller; waving him to the left and a then little further to the right. He was an attentive student to say the very, very least. So to all of his future sexual partners I say: You're welcome.

Now I'm in the mood for some teacher-student role play. How 'bout you?

xo
Daisy