WTF??

I have been trying to date once in a while, but any man that is even worth talking to seems to be few and far between.

Once again I've given my heart to someone, this man having been a friend for several years, now. Unfortunately circumstances make things difficult...plus the fact that I still assume things that aren't really happening...and that this man believe's he can't love again.

So until I am able to prove to him I am the best thing that has happened to him in a long time, I will go on the occasional date.

HOWEVER...

Why is it so hard to believe that I don't like being with someone that is always drinking? I actually had one guy in my truck wanting to know if it was ok to bring a can of beer along.

Do I look stupid? Do I look that desperate?

I just want to feel like a man wants to be with me and doesn't have to get blitz.

If you have to tell me you don't get drunk, you just have a few...if you look forward to drinking every night...if you have to compromise as to how many you HAVE to have with your date...you have a problem.

Maybe I seem to be a bit overzealous at my age.

I am more sexual than I have ever been...and if someone thinks he's going to get anything from me with a problem like that, he's mistaken.

WORDS OF WISDOM?

Friendship may often end in love, but love in friendship, never.

Lewis said that in his post of yesterday, and it has caused such a flood of emotion I can barely type this.

It's been over a year, now, almost two. I was the one that broke it off, and it was the only time he showed how he felt.

It was too late. Too many times he'd let me down. Too many times I was ignored and treated as though I wasn't good enough for his family.

I fell out of that notion of love I'd held onto for years, always looking forward to the day when everything came together.

Now things are different, and although I don't want what we had, I want to be friends.

LONELY SUNDAY

There's nothing I want more right now than to be touched.

It could be a hand in my hair, lips on my throat, or something more.

His body on mine, just looking into my eyes.

Enjoying my begging...wanting him to enter me.

But he'll be patient...enjoying this.

He will always know what I want...and yet make me wait.

This will excite him, knowing I want him, need him.

Yet I also have a way to tease...to make him want.

It will backfire on him, so to speak.

His push up into me, slow and steady, will make me moan, almost with relief.

It doesn't take me long.

It hardly ever takes me long to cum that first time.

I've always been that way, and I love the way it seems to take a lover by surprise.

But it's the second, and the third, and that really intense, constant grip I get when I am so ready.

And, of course, he is so deep and hard.

The look on his face, when he was in control just moments ago, but now, now he's lost it.

Now there's no one in control anymore, because no one is going to stop this.

No one wants to stop this.

I consider myself very fortunate to be able to do this...and to know my lover is enjoying it, too.

The way he grunts, groans, gasps and whispers...how good I feel...how wet/tight/hungry I am.

And when I am cumming, my body beneath his as I arch and jerk and tremble, the sound of his voice when he tells me he's close...so beautiful.

The feel of him growing, as he moans my name or maybe it's "oh fuck" or something, the way he thrusts into me harder and faster, or maybe slower, yet always deeper.

Wanting every part of me wrapped around him.



There's nothing I want more right now than to be touched...

WHO SEDUCED WHO?

He took his time, knowing how much she was enjoying this.

Long, slow strokes.

Careful not to hurt her.

Standing behind her as she sat on the bed with her legs crossed, he ran his fingers through her long, thick auburn hair after each stroke of the brush. Her head tilted back just a bit, eyes closed, she had a slight smile on her face.

As he gathered her hair in his hand, the tips of his fingers brushed across her cheek. He saw her gasp, a slight intake of breath, then a quiet sigh as she relaxed again.

He watched the rise and fall of her breathing, the way her full breasts filled the front of her shirt, slightly open at the top, and the way her nipples seemed to have become more pronounced.

He was getting hard.

He lay the brush down on the bed, and placing one hand on her shoulder, he gently traced a path down her cheek with the other. This time her gasp was more pronounced. Her breathing was becoming deeper, and she leaned into his open palm when he lay it against her skin.

He was surprised when her hand came up to take his. She held it as she kissed his palm, making him gasp as she brushed her lips over his fingertips. Once again she pressed against his hand, whispering "thank you."

Now he was completely, painfully hard.

Before he lost his nerve, he had taken her by her shoulders and gently pushed her down on the bed, close to the edge, one knee on the other side of her hip, still standing on the floor with the other leg, one arm next to her, holding him up as he leaned over her. She looked up at him in surprise, and maybe a little fear. His face close to hers, he also saw the longing she felt.

Just a couple of inches away, he looked into her eyes, and his hand started to unbutton her shirt. They never looked away from one another, and he deliberately brushed against her hardened nipple, making her whimper. He leaned down closer, his mouth a breath away, never taking his eyes from hers. This time his thumb brushed across that same spot, bare now. There was no mistaking an accident, and she closed her eyes and moaned.

"Look at me.." he whispered, and she did as she was told, her heart racing, her breathing quick and deep. His hand came up and gently touched her cheek again as his lips touched hers, still looking into her eyes, and he knew he was going to be lost to her.

When he felt her move up against him, when she opened her mouth just a bit and their kiss became more...when he pressed his body down on hers just enough for her to feel him, her arms reaching up to hold him, to pull him closer...and when he felt her open her legs to him, feeling her heat even through his jeans, he knew he was lost.

He didn't care if he ever found his way back.

REMEMBERING

I have no idea where everyone has gone.

I truly miss them all. It was nice to see where someone has commented; a visit from a good friend.

I'm afraid I haven't been at this as much as I was before.

Does that mean I'm finally getting what I want? What I need?

No, it just means life goes on.

Sometimes I wish I could be the slut...the girl in high school who was very popular with the guys...the girl that geeks like me would whisper about...and sometimes be just a bit jealous about.

I will admit it...I've tried it.

I've been less than cautious about who I was with.

Most I regretted almost as soon as it was over.

One or two I actually enjoyed...very much.

The first time I was in control...no frightened girl who'd recently lost her virginity to some drunk only because she thought she'd never get laid, but a confident woman who was on a mission to find out what it was truly like to be with someone.

I met him in a bar...came onto him...and invited him back home with me.

He was handsome, sweet, and had a very nice cock...and it was here I began to realize what I wanted.

He seemed surprised when I asked him to let me watch him stroke his cock and cum for me..but he did it..willingly.

It was then that I also realized how much I really loved having a man inside me...the feel of him moving deep...how hard he was...and how warm and wet his cum was.

Sure, I'd felt this before, but not like this.

He enjoyed me...as much as I did him.

And that first time I rode him...there is nothing like that.

WELCOME TO THE CLUB

Somebody new has decided to join us...Silent Child...

Go read...she has plenty to say...and we have plenty to comment...

PATHETIC

Go read Lewis' post...something wonderful has happened in his life.

I have to say I'm a bit jealous.

I've never claimed to be beautiful..but on my good days I can make a man smile, even laugh...I think.

I wasn't blessed with the perfect smile, (or body..or mind...but my tits are still popular) in fact, I don't like mine, but, at least it doesn't send them running.

But then again, most people are good at pretending...maybe they made it to the door and bolted as soon as they turned the corner.

I'm sorry...don't want to get on a pity roll...just tired, I guess.

As much as I love sex, I would do almost anything to know that someone really liked me.

It makes the sex so much more enjoyable.

I have friends that are finding their lives again...happier...wealthier (in body and spirit)...healthier because of it.

I am so happy for you.