Macy Meadows

I literally quoted those lyrics after saying that my safe word was Meatloaf. I love the song but I didn’t know about the HIMYM reference.

It’s funny because I’m really fucking vanilla. I’ve never had any need for a safe word of my own and most of the women I’ve been with never got even close to needing one, even when I tied them down and entertained them extensively. I was recently invited by a female friend that I’ve been having sexy conversations with and trying to convince to come out and play for about 15 years to come over and have sex with her while her husband watches and plays along. I’m down with that. I’ve had a couple of FFM and one FMF threesome relationships so I understand the dynamics. I suggested that she and I have a safe phrase that she could use to tell me that her husband is freaking out and it’s time for me to make an excuse and beat a hasty retreat. She said that there was no need. I expect that this is going to be an interesting first playdate.

No. I’ve never seen it. I read it somewhere and liked it. Is that where it’s from?

“Meatloaf” because I would do anything for love but I won’t do that.

I am a straight, late-50s man with Asperger’s. I’ve been thinking about touching every square inch of a woman’s body. A long time acquaintance recently asked me to meet her for sex and I did the every square inch thing starting at her head and working my way down. She said she had never experienced anything like that before. Another long time friend reached out a couple of weeks ago and asked if I would join her and her husband. I said I would and mentioned that I would like to every square inch her in front of her husband. She immediately got very aroused. I’m going to do it to her in a couple of weeks. I’m very much looking forward to that.

My wife said that having me cum inside her made her, “quiver”.

I’m a straight male. I like the lotus position. It gives you lots of skin on skin and puts my partners face and breasts within reach of my mouth and most of their body within reach of my hands.

That’s sounds nice. I posted a couple of weeks ago about having had a very long dry spell because of mental/physical health issues my wife has. She told me to go ahead and find a fuck buddy but what I really wanted was physical affection. I connected with an old acquaintance who suggested we get together. We got together and had sex but what really struck her was my need for skin in skin. At one point she was lying sprawled on her stomach and I was kneeling beside her and lying across her back diagonally rubbing against her and kissing her shoulders and the back of her neck. She said, “This is kind of strange.” I asked her if she wanted me to stop and she said, “Absolutely not, I really like it, but no one has ever done it to me before.”. I later asked if it was like having a 200 lb hairless cat rubbing against her and she laughed and said," No. It was really nice. We should do that again."

Cudding/snuggling is so important.

Thank God I can block this shit.

It went well. She had thought for years that I didn’t like her because I never talked to her or touched her. I never talked to her because she was pretty and I am an Aspie and was shy and awkward. I told her that I thought it would be fun if the first time I ever touched her was a kiss

I met her in the lobby of the hotel, we took the elevator up to the floor and walked to the room, I opened the door and we stepped in. She took her coat and scarf off then stood facing me and said, “What now?” I leaned forward and kissed her then backed away. She said, “That’s not enough”, and stepped forward to hug me and really kiss me.

We talked a lot, we played and joked and snuggled. I’m almost 60 and I was tired and excited and nervous so my cock was a little uncooperative. She was very understanding. We had sex in starts and stops. I went down on her and she said, “WOW! You’re really good at that!” She sucked me and we fucked in various positions over the course of four hours. In the end I came inside her and she said, “Woah, we just had unprotected sex.” I said, “Yes, but I’m fixed and we’re both squeeky clean.” She said, “I know. I’m through menopause so I’m done. That was just the first time for me in a very long time.” I apologized for cumming inside her without asking and said that I realized that we hadn’t discussed it. She laughed and said it was fine with her, that she had wanted me to.

In the end I told her that I had had fun and would like to do it on a semi-regular basis. She laughed and asked me what, “semi-regular” meant. I told her that it meant whenever we could find time to get together. She said, “Let’s just see how things go” and I said, “Ok”.

When she got home she sent me a message saying, “Let’s do that again, ok?”

Thanks! We’re both very excited. I didn’t sleep much last night. She’s in a big meeting and I sent her a smutty message that distracted her terribly.

We’re meeting in just under 4 hours.

I don’t consider 7" to be hung. We are definitely in the top one precent but I’ve always thought of 8" or 9" to be hung. Some women find 7" uncomfortable. I had one woman who had climbed on top of me, slid down on me, looked me in the face with a smile and said, “I have a lump in my throat.” I’ve never really thought that size matters much. I think the best penis is the one attached to the person you are with.

I reached out to an old acquaintance who liked dick pics. I told her that I had lost a lot of weight and gained some length and that it was looking majestic. She asked for a picture. We have a reservation at a nice local hotel on Wednesday. She said yesterday that we had meant touched. There will be touching.

I think that their opinions about the attractiveness of my cock have a lot to do with their feelings about me. I think it’s pretty average looking but I love it. It’s 7.1" long and 5 inches around. It’s straight with a slight upwards curve that the ladies seem to enjoy. It isn’t porn huge or porn thick, it’s just my cock

So…the original Lust Letter that I posted was directed at one woman. The story in the comment was about another woman. I’ve known both women for more than 15 years. The first is married, unhappily, and has a reciprocated crush on me. We’ve talked and exchanged pictures for more than 10 years but she can’t make the decision to go ahead and give me a try so it’s all just talk. She calls my cock the most beautiful cock she’s ever seen and is always interested in seeing pictures. I passed through her workplace yesterday and sent her a message that read, “Know what was at your workplace yesterday?” She said, “What?” and I sent her a picture of my erect cock followed by the Lust Letter that’s the subject of this post.

(I, by the way, am also a sex addict (diagnosed but I’ve always been skeptical) and married to a former sex addict who is now asexual (due to childhood sexual trauma years before I met her.) She has told me that I’m free to go off the farm as long as I’m discrete and the locals don’t tongue wag about what I’m doing. We shared a couple of really great threesome relationships more than 10 years ago so she’s seen me fuck other women and taken pictures.)

The second woman is a member of our circle of friends. She sent me a message out of the blue many years ago saying, “(A mutual friend) said that you would show me your cock if I asked you to. Is that true.” I said, “Yes.” She said, “Can I see your cock?” I sent her pictures and a few videos. She was married at the time. We chatted in the context of our friends circle and some of her responses to me suggested to me (an Aspie) that she was not interested in me at all. I went completely casual platonic (completely flat). She told me yesterday that she interpreted the fact that I never initiated conversations with her or really talked to her to mean that I didn’t like her. I told her that her responses to me made me think that she didn’t like me. I then gave her the whole, “Introduction to Having a Relationship with Me, an Aspie” that the doctor who diagnosed me suggested I give to people that I might end up having more than a casual friendship with. She said that she now completely understands what went wrong all those years ago. I explained my wife’s rules to her. She asked if I had to tell my wife that it was her. I explained that my wife does not want to know the details. If she asks me if I’m fucking someone I will say, “Yes.” If she asks who I will tell her that I can’t answer that. I don’t expect her to ask either question.

So, in the end, this second woman is someone that I have a very peripheral social relationship with years ago that I thought didn’t like me. I knew that she liked pictures of my cock and I was feeling happy about my weight loss and how I now have more useable cock and the fact that I thought is was looking pretty nice. She asked for pictures, I teased, then sent her a couple (one showing the head of my cock at 7.1 inches on a ruler.) She objected that she couldn’t masturbate to that pictures so I sent her another (of my erection under a pair of my new, smaller underwear which I think look really good on me and my erection.) There was some other discussion where she dropped what I would have thought were obvious hints which I treated as casual platonic because that’s what I had learned that our relationship was. Then, after thinking about it, I went back and introduced the Aspie thing and challenged her on a couple of the things she had said and asked (first, that she was no longer married, and second asking me why I reached out and if she was on some mental list of mine, and she reminded me that I had offered to get together with her to let her watch me masturbate). I told her that if the question about being on a list really meant, “Have I ever thought about fucking you” the answer would be, “yes”. I told that if she asked, “Can I suck your cock?” the answer would also be, “yes”. That started a conversation after an hour of which we had decided that we were going to fuck. She asked for a more revealing picture that she could masturbate to that evening. I sent her one. We then spent a day and a half talking about parameters and she said, “Let’s get together soon.” I said, “Should we look at our calendars?” She told me when she was available, I found three dates, one next week and two the following week, that worked and she chose the soonest one. I made the hotel reservation using my points (I have lots) and we’re set for next Wednesday evening.

Neither of these women are what I would call a, “random person”. I have relationships with both of them. I was missing things because she was hinting and I was making them to casual platonic. I needed her to be blunt of overcome that masking. She did, and were going to have sex.

Autists of the world unite!

Thanks for the comments. I was asking her to imagine the setup right up until the list paragraph. Everything up to that point was leading up to the just paragraph. The letter was about the kiss and the penetration. She may come back and ask me what happens next. She most often does.

I agree with your comments about, “normal”. People with Asperger’s, at least those that I am close with, tend to see Asperger’s as a superpower rather than as any kind of deficit. We prefer to be direct and honest which “normies” see as a problem because it makes them uncomfortable.

I reached out to a long lost acquaintance who used to like receiving pictures of my cock. I told her that I had lost weight and was measuring over 7 inches. She asked for a picture. I teased a little bit but did eventually send her one. She asked a question which could have been a hint but I took it as not being one. Then another that could have been a hint but I took it as not being one. Later, after I made a delivery an hour from home and had time to think while driving, I went back and said, “I have Asperger’s which means that I don’t understand hints or subtle social clues. If this question was a hint and actually meant, ‘Have you thought about fucking me?’ the answer would be, ‘Yes.’”. I explained that she didn’t have to hint with me. She replied, 'Ok, if you don’t like hints, I have thought about sucking your cock. What now?" We have a date at a hotel next Wednesday. The Aspie way is so much easier.

God damn it. I proofread it, too.