It's gettin' to be a problem.
Somethin' I can't prevent.
(Sorry, my southern got out for a moment.)
Anyone who knows me knows what I'm feeling.
Anyone who's here for the very first time and this is the first post you read, don't let it scare you off.
Please stay and start at the beginning.
I just have to get it out sometime.
I need to fuck.
I need it very much.
I need to feel a man.
On me.
In me.
I need to feel his weight on me.
I need to hear him moan.
I need him to speak my name with much affection and a little bit of awe.
I want him to take me.
Make love to me.
Touch me constantly.
Eat me alive.
I want him to tell me how much he loves my cunt wrapped around his cock as he takes his time fucking me.
I want him to feel me cum.
Again.
And again.
And again.
I want him to cum so hard inside me that he nearly passes out.
I want him to time it the way he likes.
And I want it to take him by surprise.
I need to fuck.
Thursday, September 29, 2005
Wednesday, September 28, 2005
A DAY AT THE OFFICE
At one time or another we've all had an instance where you see that look on someone's face.
Surprise...then joy...the joy of seeing you walk towards them when they least expected it.
I was once the one who was surprised.
Someone once told me how I lit up when he came towards me.
I want to be the one to do that to someone else....
He looks at her as she sits back against his desk, so close to him. The skirt she wears allows only so much room for her legs to spread, and he can't stop looking at the way the necklace she wears moves with the rise and fall of her breasts.
"Hey you.." she says quietly, and as he looks up at her, she steps closer to him. Before he can open his legs to her, she steps on either side of his knees, his hands barely brushing against her skin. His fingers run just underneath the hem of her skirt, and slowly start to push it up over her thighs. She moves closer to him, and as the skirt goes up she asks if anyone else is in the building.
As he says no she unzips his jeans.
As his hands go farther, she groans and holds him in her hand once again. His moan tells her how much he loves her touch.
As his hands discover she wears nothing on underneath, she feels his cock twitch in her hand...and grows even harder.
As his thumb finds her clit, he relishes the look on her face when he starts to rub...the way she seems surprised, the way her beautiful mouth opens a little as she closes her eyes and lets out a low moan. She releases her hold on him, but his cock is so hard it stands on it's own. He can feel her against it as she moves against his thumb, trying to make him move on her faster. Her wetness makes him impatient, and he suddenly holds onto her waist as he pulls her down on his cock, impaling her .
THIS is the look he loves to see on her.
Complete surprise...lust...hunger...need...surrender...
And he feels it...from her cunt to his cock. The way she grips him...the way she sucks him. Just as she did the night before.
With her skirt high upon her thighs, she starts to ride him. Slow and deliberate she fucks him; he watches her face enjoying him this way, but his body is already threatening to lose the control he is so proud of having. His hands slide back and grab her ass, pulling her onto him hard, and when she jumps and cries out, clamping down on him, he nearly explodes into her. He tells her to slow down, and she looks at him as she very slowly strokes him with her wet pussy.
Up slowly, almost to the tip, her cunt muscles grabbing and holding as he slides out....
Surprise...then joy...the joy of seeing you walk towards them when they least expected it.
I was once the one who was surprised.
Someone once told me how I lit up when he came towards me.
I want to be the one to do that to someone else....
He looks at her as she sits back against his desk, so close to him. The skirt she wears allows only so much room for her legs to spread, and he can't stop looking at the way the necklace she wears moves with the rise and fall of her breasts.
"Hey you.." she says quietly, and as he looks up at her, she steps closer to him. Before he can open his legs to her, she steps on either side of his knees, his hands barely brushing against her skin. His fingers run just underneath the hem of her skirt, and slowly start to push it up over her thighs. She moves closer to him, and as the skirt goes up she asks if anyone else is in the building.
As he says no she unzips his jeans.
As his hands go farther, she groans and holds him in her hand once again. His moan tells her how much he loves her touch.
As his hands discover she wears nothing on underneath, she feels his cock twitch in her hand...and grows even harder.
As his thumb finds her clit, he relishes the look on her face when he starts to rub...the way she seems surprised, the way her beautiful mouth opens a little as she closes her eyes and lets out a low moan. She releases her hold on him, but his cock is so hard it stands on it's own. He can feel her against it as she moves against his thumb, trying to make him move on her faster. Her wetness makes him impatient, and he suddenly holds onto her waist as he pulls her down on his cock, impaling her .
THIS is the look he loves to see on her.
Complete surprise...lust...hunger...need...surrender...
And he feels it...from her cunt to his cock. The way she grips him...the way she sucks him. Just as she did the night before.
With her skirt high upon her thighs, she starts to ride him. Slow and deliberate she fucks him; he watches her face enjoying him this way, but his body is already threatening to lose the control he is so proud of having. His hands slide back and grab her ass, pulling her onto him hard, and when she jumps and cries out, clamping down on him, he nearly explodes into her. He tells her to slow down, and she looks at him as she very slowly strokes him with her wet pussy.
Up slowly, almost to the tip, her cunt muscles grabbing and holding as he slides out....
Saturday, September 24, 2005
THANKFUL
After all these huricanes our tornados don't look so bad.
I'm just thankful my friends haven't been hurt in any of these.
I consider all of you my friends...so when I say I worry, at the risk of sounding like a mother or a wife (that'll be the day), I mean it.
Now if anyone gives you a hard time about what you're feeling and doing to survive this ordeal, tell them to do their own thing, then see how they like being alone in all of this. That's an even worse feeling.
Everyone handles it their own way. Andrew could have used a little more support; just remember, baby, I'd stand by you all the way. But you knew that.
Buffalo was in some bad storms, but you know him by now...the tough guy with a soft heart (don't deny it, Buffalo...we've already seen that side of you). I'm sure he could have used some company during all of that. Maybe he wasn't as scared, but still, it would have been nice to have someone to talk to. I would have loved talking to you if you'd wanted to call. I'm just sorry I didn't think to call you first. I didn't realize about the storm til after.
I'd stand by you, too.
I hope DB made it through and it looks like Watcher did, too.
Just remember guys, through your lives and through here you have people that look forward to knowing you, knowing what you're up to and dreaming about you and wanting more, not to mention the fact that they care about what happens to you.
I'm so glad you're all safe.
I'm just thankful my friends haven't been hurt in any of these.
I consider all of you my friends...so when I say I worry, at the risk of sounding like a mother or a wife (that'll be the day), I mean it.
Now if anyone gives you a hard time about what you're feeling and doing to survive this ordeal, tell them to do their own thing, then see how they like being alone in all of this. That's an even worse feeling.
Everyone handles it their own way. Andrew could have used a little more support; just remember, baby, I'd stand by you all the way. But you knew that.
Buffalo was in some bad storms, but you know him by now...the tough guy with a soft heart (don't deny it, Buffalo...we've already seen that side of you). I'm sure he could have used some company during all of that. Maybe he wasn't as scared, but still, it would have been nice to have someone to talk to. I would have loved talking to you if you'd wanted to call. I'm just sorry I didn't think to call you first. I didn't realize about the storm til after.
I'd stand by you, too.
I hope DB made it through and it looks like Watcher did, too.
Just remember guys, through your lives and through here you have people that look forward to knowing you, knowing what you're up to and dreaming about you and wanting more, not to mention the fact that they care about what happens to you.
I'm so glad you're all safe.
Thursday, September 15, 2005
SERVE ME
Lately, I've found I have a certain attraction to men in uniform.
Not just any uniform.
Policemen, firemen, and military.
For some reason, especially the policemen.
When I read something by Blade, I try to imagine what he looks like. I know he doesn't wear a shiny blue jumper, nor does he run around barefoot. (If you're curious, go check him out)
From there he links his friend, Jack, who writes fantastic stuff about his experiences on the force.
Of course, I try to imagine him, also.
I saw that policeman again the other day. The nice one. Who is also quite handsome.
I noticed he has big hands.
I try to imagine what he does with those big hands.
Then I try to imagine what a man of authority can get away with.
And what if I knew a man like that.
Handsome. Big hands. An authority figure. Someone who could bend the rules a little.
Someone who would want me so bad at that moment that he would take the chance that he may be needed elsewhere.
But he is with me.
Just a few minutes.
The neighbors would wonder what was wrong. A police car in front of the house.
They would keep watch until the car was gone.
"A policeman went into her house again."
"I wonder what happened."
"Maybe someone tried to break in or something."
Something did happen.
I seduced him. Or maybe he seduced me.
It doesn't really matter.
Because the officer who stopped me for speeding one night loves how I look up at him when I'm on my knees and sucking his cock.
He loves how I make him feel when I touch him.
He loves how I spread my legs for him so that he can push into me and fuck me until he cums.
He especially loves how I sit on his cock, looking down at him as I take him so deep I almost scream, his hands on my hips guiding my body, or sometimes on my full tits, squeezing and rubbing, making the nipples as hard as he is.
Afterwards he'll be in a hurry to leave and I just might get a kiss.
More often than not, he'll forget the kiss and tell me he'll call soon.
More often than not he's married...has kids.
More often than not there will be something about me that won't let him leave me alone.
But it won't matter to me. He's nice to me, likes what I do for him, and makes me feel good when I need to.
Maybe one night I'll find him and give myself to him again.
I'll fuck him while his radio is on, while he answers someone's question.
He'll tell me not yet...but I'll feel him grow...he'll tell me we should stop...someone will be by soon if he doesn't answer...and I'll feel him grow harder...
He'll make that sound he makes when he's past that point of I-don't-care...and I'll slow my strokes just to hear him groan...holding onto me tightly...looking me in the eye as if I've done something naughty...made him do something naughty...and he loves it.
I'll make him cum like I always make him cum...better than his wife does...better than the last time. And he'll already be planning the next time he has me.
Somehow, I'll be the one with the authority...won't I?
Not just any uniform.
Policemen, firemen, and military.
For some reason, especially the policemen.
When I read something by Blade, I try to imagine what he looks like. I know he doesn't wear a shiny blue jumper, nor does he run around barefoot. (If you're curious, go check him out)
From there he links his friend, Jack, who writes fantastic stuff about his experiences on the force.
Of course, I try to imagine him, also.
I saw that policeman again the other day. The nice one. Who is also quite handsome.
I noticed he has big hands.
I try to imagine what he does with those big hands.
Then I try to imagine what a man of authority can get away with.
And what if I knew a man like that.
Handsome. Big hands. An authority figure. Someone who could bend the rules a little.
Someone who would want me so bad at that moment that he would take the chance that he may be needed elsewhere.
But he is with me.
Just a few minutes.
The neighbors would wonder what was wrong. A police car in front of the house.
They would keep watch until the car was gone.
"A policeman went into her house again."
"I wonder what happened."
"Maybe someone tried to break in or something."
Something did happen.
I seduced him. Or maybe he seduced me.
It doesn't really matter.
Because the officer who stopped me for speeding one night loves how I look up at him when I'm on my knees and sucking his cock.
He loves how I make him feel when I touch him.
He loves how I spread my legs for him so that he can push into me and fuck me until he cums.
He especially loves how I sit on his cock, looking down at him as I take him so deep I almost scream, his hands on my hips guiding my body, or sometimes on my full tits, squeezing and rubbing, making the nipples as hard as he is.
Afterwards he'll be in a hurry to leave and I just might get a kiss.
More often than not, he'll forget the kiss and tell me he'll call soon.
More often than not he's married...has kids.
More often than not there will be something about me that won't let him leave me alone.
But it won't matter to me. He's nice to me, likes what I do for him, and makes me feel good when I need to.
Maybe one night I'll find him and give myself to him again.
I'll fuck him while his radio is on, while he answers someone's question.
He'll tell me not yet...but I'll feel him grow...he'll tell me we should stop...someone will be by soon if he doesn't answer...and I'll feel him grow harder...
He'll make that sound he makes when he's past that point of I-don't-care...and I'll slow my strokes just to hear him groan...holding onto me tightly...looking me in the eye as if I've done something naughty...made him do something naughty...and he loves it.
I'll make him cum like I always make him cum...better than his wife does...better than the last time. And he'll already be planning the next time he has me.
Somehow, I'll be the one with the authority...won't I?
Monday, September 12, 2005
I'M STILL WAITING
I was thinking of a certain someone last night.
All I could think of was how I wanted to fuck him.
Sometimes life is terribly cruel.
You want someone so bad it makes you crazy.
Yes, it's getting to be that way again.
I am so hungry.
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
All I could think of was how I wanted to fuck him.
Sometimes life is terribly cruel.
You want someone so bad it makes you crazy.
Yes, it's getting to be that way again.
I am so hungry.
Fuck, fuck, fuck...
Friday, September 09, 2005
NO MORE...I PROMISE
This is going to be an actual bitch rant, so if you don't like it...keep going.
I need to say this.
I'm tired of things happening to me, whether they be good or bad, and no one's here to hear about it when I come in the door.
I'm tired of bills that sometimes pile up and there's no one here to help me.
I'm tired of being the only one that does the laundry, the dishes, feeds the animals and takes care of the house.
I'm tired of hearing a nice rain or thunderstorm outside and the only one to enjoy it with me is a cat.
I'm tired of being sick enough to stay home and there's no one to take care of me...all I need is a glass of water, a hug and to be checked on .
I'm tired of holidays and birthdays and weddings and babies being born...and never being included.
I'm tired of going to bed alone, sleeping without a man next to me, and waking up alone.
You damn fool...you never really wanted me until I was gone. Now you play these little guilt trips, making me feel like I'm doing something wrong. You don't remember how many times you left me to go home and "take care of something there," "it's still my house," "she doesn't want me anymore....I haven't slept with her in years," "I don't know what I want," "it's not the kind of love you want."
You fuck...telling me how much you love me and gave up everything for me and funny, she didn't feel the same way you said she did...you hurt her, too. You still love me, but your kids tell you what you should do...you know, the ones that only call when they want something from you, yet play the same guilt trip on you.
You fucking threaten me...to hurt yourself...subtle little hints about how much better off everyone would be if you just parked the car on the tracks or stepped off that bridge.
Men wonder what the fuck women are thinking when they do some of the shit they do...they remember...just like you guys do, because it's happened to you, too.
We just need to stop taking it out on the next nice person we find. It's like a fucking cycle...break it. 'Cause personally, I'm getting sick of all of it.
This is the last time I'll ever talk about this.
I need to say this.
I'm tired of things happening to me, whether they be good or bad, and no one's here to hear about it when I come in the door.
I'm tired of bills that sometimes pile up and there's no one here to help me.
I'm tired of being the only one that does the laundry, the dishes, feeds the animals and takes care of the house.
I'm tired of hearing a nice rain or thunderstorm outside and the only one to enjoy it with me is a cat.
I'm tired of being sick enough to stay home and there's no one to take care of me...all I need is a glass of water, a hug and to be checked on .
I'm tired of holidays and birthdays and weddings and babies being born...and never being included.
I'm tired of going to bed alone, sleeping without a man next to me, and waking up alone.
You damn fool...you never really wanted me until I was gone. Now you play these little guilt trips, making me feel like I'm doing something wrong. You don't remember how many times you left me to go home and "take care of something there," "it's still my house," "she doesn't want me anymore....I haven't slept with her in years," "I don't know what I want," "it's not the kind of love you want."
You fuck...telling me how much you love me and gave up everything for me and funny, she didn't feel the same way you said she did...you hurt her, too. You still love me, but your kids tell you what you should do...you know, the ones that only call when they want something from you, yet play the same guilt trip on you.
You fucking threaten me...to hurt yourself...subtle little hints about how much better off everyone would be if you just parked the car on the tracks or stepped off that bridge.
Men wonder what the fuck women are thinking when they do some of the shit they do...they remember...just like you guys do, because it's happened to you, too.
We just need to stop taking it out on the next nice person we find. It's like a fucking cycle...break it. 'Cause personally, I'm getting sick of all of it.
This is the last time I'll ever talk about this.
Thursday, September 08, 2005
OLDER..WISER...OR BOTH?
Sometimes I miss being twelve.
The only thing that mattered to me at that age were horses.
I lived, breathed, ate and slept horses.
When I went to my grandmother's house, she spoiled me terribly.
My dad wasn't as sick as he is now.
I was getting an idea about boys and what some of the fuss was about.
But only enough to make me happy that there were better things in the world...like horses.
Growing up I was awkward and insecure (yes, even worse than I am now) and I envied all the popular girls in school.
I was a virgin until my twentieth year, but believe me when I say it wasn't anything special.
I should have waited until I was older.
Maybe I would have learned a little more and not been so naive.
Learned to ask questions.
Learned to speak up for myself.
Learned to not put up with so much just to get some affection.**
Sometimes I wonder how my life would have turned out differently.
** Not to be confused with fucking...two different things.
The only thing that mattered to me at that age were horses.
I lived, breathed, ate and slept horses.
When I went to my grandmother's house, she spoiled me terribly.
My dad wasn't as sick as he is now.
I was getting an idea about boys and what some of the fuss was about.
But only enough to make me happy that there were better things in the world...like horses.
Growing up I was awkward and insecure (yes, even worse than I am now) and I envied all the popular girls in school.
I was a virgin until my twentieth year, but believe me when I say it wasn't anything special.
I should have waited until I was older.
Maybe I would have learned a little more and not been so naive.
Learned to ask questions.
Learned to speak up for myself.
Learned to not put up with so much just to get some affection.**
Sometimes I wonder how my life would have turned out differently.
** Not to be confused with fucking...two different things.
Wednesday, September 07, 2005
BIRTHDAY BOY TOO
Tomorrow is Outdrlvr's birthday...he'll be a whopping 34 (sorry, you're younger, so I am allowed to do that).
Hope your birthday is a good one, honey....
Hope your birthday is a good one, honey....
Monday, September 05, 2005
MONDAY MORNING
A beautiful day out...birds singing and a nice breeze blowing through the window.
Once again, I'm alone...and I'm hungry.
I stretch...long and languid...thinking of someone already.
This isn't the usual feeling I get when I'm craving.
I touch...my hands and fingers on my hard nipples.
A low moan...and I slide my hands down.
No waiting...no teasing....
I'm starving.
I slip between my legs...and my finger finds that spot.
I'm already very, very wet.
I rub, slow at first, and the feeling I get is almost unbearable.
I moan and arch my body as I do to my clit what a man would be doing with his fingers...and his tongue.
So ready to let go, I could cum almost immediately.
But I'm craving something more this time.
I slow my hand as I reach with the other one.
My other toy...long and stiff...
I open the drawer that has become my own little toy box, and find it.
At least eight inches..
I slide it between my lips, making it wet, teasing myself.
I want so much now.
I can't wait.
Once more, the length of it along my clit.
I spread my legs.
Accept it...
Completely...
Deep...
Deeeep....
I gasp...close my eyes...and with another hard thrust...
I cum.
I stroke my cunt now...fucking me...taking all of it...and wanting it to be him.
I want this to be his cock...his thrusts...his hardness...
I want his weight on me.
I want him fucking me hard...fast...deep...
I move faster...fuck I need this so much...each stroke...bringing me closer.
I whisper to him...telling him how good he feels.
He pushes deeper...
I thrust up on him...
Deeper....he hits that spot...my sex...and I explode...
Don't stop moving I can't stop pumping and I keep cumming and cumming...
So strong...so good...I cry out as I release more...
Stroke it more...fuck I can't stop...
I won't stop...until I can't do it anymore...
I look up and see no one above me...just the ceiling...
I stop moving, feeling my pussy still grabbing...sucking...
If he only knew what I have for him.
My breathing...heavy...beads of sweat on my brow, between my breasts, on my belly...the sheets are wet...
Cum between my legs...but only my own.
Sometimes I hate these mornings.
Once again, I'm alone...and I'm hungry.
I stretch...long and languid...thinking of someone already.
This isn't the usual feeling I get when I'm craving.
I touch...my hands and fingers on my hard nipples.
A low moan...and I slide my hands down.
No waiting...no teasing....
I'm starving.
I slip between my legs...and my finger finds that spot.
I'm already very, very wet.
I rub, slow at first, and the feeling I get is almost unbearable.
I moan and arch my body as I do to my clit what a man would be doing with his fingers...and his tongue.
So ready to let go, I could cum almost immediately.
But I'm craving something more this time.
I slow my hand as I reach with the other one.
My other toy...long and stiff...
I open the drawer that has become my own little toy box, and find it.
At least eight inches..
I slide it between my lips, making it wet, teasing myself.
I want so much now.
I can't wait.
Once more, the length of it along my clit.
I spread my legs.
Accept it...
Completely...
Deep...
Deeeep....
I gasp...close my eyes...and with another hard thrust...
I cum.
I stroke my cunt now...fucking me...taking all of it...and wanting it to be him.
I want this to be his cock...his thrusts...his hardness...
I want his weight on me.
I want him fucking me hard...fast...deep...
I move faster...fuck I need this so much...each stroke...bringing me closer.
I whisper to him...telling him how good he feels.
He pushes deeper...
I thrust up on him...
Deeper....he hits that spot...my sex...and I explode...
Don't stop moving I can't stop pumping and I keep cumming and cumming...
So strong...so good...I cry out as I release more...
Stroke it more...fuck I can't stop...
I won't stop...until I can't do it anymore...
I look up and see no one above me...just the ceiling...
I stop moving, feeling my pussy still grabbing...sucking...
If he only knew what I have for him.
My breathing...heavy...beads of sweat on my brow, between my breasts, on my belly...the sheets are wet...
Cum between my legs...but only my own.
Sometimes I hate these mornings.
LINKS
I don't want the Seeker or Angry Android to think I'm not going to link them...I tried, and the look of their names was totally different from what's on here now. I will have to ask the genious that is Lewis to help me once again..
Sunday, September 04, 2005
SOMETHING MORE
While reading some of my older posts, I've discovered that at times I may seem to be a bit whiney.
I never wanted to be that way, and to those who also noticed, I apologize.
I blogged to help in my quest for understanding and closure, and maybe to tantalize some of you.
I never wanted pity. I hate pity. I do want understanding, and it seems I've found it here.
In that I am very grateful. It helps me, more than I thought it would.
I may be fucked up a little, but I'm still a good person, and well worth knowing (a little pep talk there..).
I am afraid that some will think I'm not worth the risk. I don't want to scare off anyone. Everyone has had bad times, some more than others, most more than they ever deserve.
I may be a little selfish sometimes, especially when it comes to sex...I like what I like and I want it when I can get it. I try to be more giving (and I can be very giving), but please don't blame me if I love the feeling I get from being the receiver a lot more often than the giver. Isn't it supposed to make you men feel good to know you can do that to a woman?
I can be stubborn about things; if I know I'm right and you know you're right, we can debate about it all you want. Instead I'd prefer to admit we're both right. I hate arguing, and I hate yelling even more. Besides, it's more fun to be giving and receiving...
Sometimes I do things that may make you shake your head. I love my animals and that is something I will never give up. If you can't stand the thought of me taking in a stray, either get used to it or leave. It may seem foolish, but I've also been known to take one in to be destroyed because even I know when it's a hopeless cause, and I would appreciate a hug after doing something like that.
I do admit, at the risk of sounding like the whiney ass I feel like at times, that a lot of the time I don't feel as smart as a lot of people around me. Going to school and getting a degree helped me realize I was better than I thought I could be, but still, I admire someone who is intelligent. So don't let me feel stupid...
Badandy said in one of his comments, that the man who falls for me will be very lucky.
I agree.
That's not vanity talking. It's truth. I will be the best thing that's ever happened to him.
I will be loyal to him, not afraid to tell him how I feel. I will have to call him sometimes just to tell him I love him. I'll spoil him terribly....baths and massages...breakfast in bed...I'll cook for him, and if I should screw it up (sometimes I just do....), he'll be understanding and we'll start over together or go out. He'll give me time alone with a good book (which would be a great way to spend time in bed together...him asleep and me reading...always touching him somehow...even if it's just snuggled up against him) or my friends, and I will worry that he makes it home safe when he's out with his friends. His coming home will be something he looks forward to.
He'll talk to me about anything and everything, and when he's upset I'll leave him be for a while if he wants me to, I'll hold him when he needs me to, and if he needs to cry I'll be there and cry with him.
When we love, he will do things to me that I will cherish...things that will make me smile when I think of them, and things that will make me moan and scream and cum for him and on him. Sometimes he'll wake me with his fingers or his mouth or his cock, and sometimes I'll wake him....
When he's inside me and he's looking into my eyes, he'll see what I feel for him, and he'll feel it as my body reacts to him.
Sometimes we'll just want each other, no asking, no foreplay, very little tenderness, just a passion so strong you have to take what you want.
It would be so nice to have someone here, just knowing they were in the other room.
I showered this morning, so I'm clean and my hair is shiny and soft. It's warm outside, but the fan in the other room makes a nice breeze. We could spread a blanket on the floor, a nice quilt on top of that, and I could spread for you...
I hate being wet and alone...
I never wanted to be that way, and to those who also noticed, I apologize.
I blogged to help in my quest for understanding and closure, and maybe to tantalize some of you.
I never wanted pity. I hate pity. I do want understanding, and it seems I've found it here.
In that I am very grateful. It helps me, more than I thought it would.
I may be fucked up a little, but I'm still a good person, and well worth knowing (a little pep talk there..).
I am afraid that some will think I'm not worth the risk. I don't want to scare off anyone. Everyone has had bad times, some more than others, most more than they ever deserve.
I may be a little selfish sometimes, especially when it comes to sex...I like what I like and I want it when I can get it. I try to be more giving (and I can be very giving), but please don't blame me if I love the feeling I get from being the receiver a lot more often than the giver. Isn't it supposed to make you men feel good to know you can do that to a woman?
I can be stubborn about things; if I know I'm right and you know you're right, we can debate about it all you want. Instead I'd prefer to admit we're both right. I hate arguing, and I hate yelling even more. Besides, it's more fun to be giving and receiving...
Sometimes I do things that may make you shake your head. I love my animals and that is something I will never give up. If you can't stand the thought of me taking in a stray, either get used to it or leave. It may seem foolish, but I've also been known to take one in to be destroyed because even I know when it's a hopeless cause, and I would appreciate a hug after doing something like that.
I do admit, at the risk of sounding like the whiney ass I feel like at times, that a lot of the time I don't feel as smart as a lot of people around me. Going to school and getting a degree helped me realize I was better than I thought I could be, but still, I admire someone who is intelligent. So don't let me feel stupid...
Badandy said in one of his comments, that the man who falls for me will be very lucky.
I agree.
That's not vanity talking. It's truth. I will be the best thing that's ever happened to him.
I will be loyal to him, not afraid to tell him how I feel. I will have to call him sometimes just to tell him I love him. I'll spoil him terribly....baths and massages...breakfast in bed...I'll cook for him, and if I should screw it up (sometimes I just do....), he'll be understanding and we'll start over together or go out. He'll give me time alone with a good book (which would be a great way to spend time in bed together...him asleep and me reading...always touching him somehow...even if it's just snuggled up against him) or my friends, and I will worry that he makes it home safe when he's out with his friends. His coming home will be something he looks forward to.
He'll talk to me about anything and everything, and when he's upset I'll leave him be for a while if he wants me to, I'll hold him when he needs me to, and if he needs to cry I'll be there and cry with him.
When we love, he will do things to me that I will cherish...things that will make me smile when I think of them, and things that will make me moan and scream and cum for him and on him. Sometimes he'll wake me with his fingers or his mouth or his cock, and sometimes I'll wake him....
When he's inside me and he's looking into my eyes, he'll see what I feel for him, and he'll feel it as my body reacts to him.
Sometimes we'll just want each other, no asking, no foreplay, very little tenderness, just a passion so strong you have to take what you want.
It would be so nice to have someone here, just knowing they were in the other room.
I showered this morning, so I'm clean and my hair is shiny and soft. It's warm outside, but the fan in the other room makes a nice breeze. We could spread a blanket on the floor, a nice quilt on top of that, and I could spread for you...
I hate being wet and alone...
Saturday, September 03, 2005
A HARD MAN IS GOOD TO FIND
The men who come here are very talented writers. I'm jealous. They say things better than I can. But, I love what they say....
Keep it up, boys....I know I'm not the only woman that gets wet reading you....and I'd be happy to give you my address...
Keep it up, boys....I know I'm not the only woman that gets wet reading you....and I'd be happy to give you my address...
Friday, September 02, 2005
Thursday, September 01, 2005
ROAD TRIP
He watches the way she moves on him, slow and deliberate, her body almost vibrating from the pleasure she's feeling.
Her pussy is wet, tight, and at the moment sucking his cock, every stroke she makes makes him gasp.
Eyes half closed, her hands on his chest, she slowly rides him, enjoying the feel of him buried inside her. His hands hold her to him, guiding her thrusts, yet he is overwhelmed by what she does to him. His hands slide up her body and over her full breasts, and when he holds them and rubs his thumbs over her hard nipples, she moans, her head back, her cunt tightening on him. It feels as though she's grabbed him, and he cries out as his body jumps, thrusting back into her.
For a while, now, he'd wondered what it would feel like to have her, to possess her body this way. He'd arrived the day before, and they'd been in this bed ever since. Having been friends before this, it was a pleasant surprise for the both of them. She was very affectionate, almost loving at times, and he knew it was genuine. He felt the same way. But God, how she loved to fuck.
He wasn't disappointed at all.
From the moment he held her tits in his hands, rubbing and squeezing, he could feel her get tighter. Her thrusts seemed faster, and the look on her face told him how much she loved this. She was looking down at him now, her long hair in her face, biting her lower lip and moaning, her hands becoming claws as she claimed more of him.
He took both nipples between his fingers and gently twisted, pushed, squeezed. From the reaction it caused, he knew he'd just claimed her, and now there was no turning back.
She clamped down on his cock, making him moan, and he pushed up into her so hard it made her gasp. Now they were moving perfectly together, his fingers playing over her nipples, making her whimper.
"Fuck, yessss..." she moaned, and he felt her twitch.
"Look at me..." she whispers to him, "look me in the eye, baby"
Their eyes meet, and he sees it...all the tenderness and kindness she'd given him, but also so much passion and pure lust it was almost too much.
Almost.
He feels his cum building. Faster than he wanted, he knew he couldn't stop it and he didn't even try. She fucks him so completely, and now they both move into each other hard and fast, his cries mixing with hers, and suddenly she explodes on him, gripping his hard dick with that hungry cunt mouth, making him surrender to her, his hands holding her tits tighter as he bucks underneath her, his cum pouring into her. She speaks his name as she continues to move on him, milking his cock as much as she can, feeling it jump inside her dripping pussy.
She lays across his chest, the two of them still joined, her breasts flattened against him. He runs his fingers over her back as they try to breathe again, and soon he's put her to sleep, content to be with him just like this. With his arms around her and as gentle as he can, he rolls them over on their side. She wakes as she releases him, but he holds her close and whispers for her to sleep.
He never imagined it would be like this.
Her pussy is wet, tight, and at the moment sucking his cock, every stroke she makes makes him gasp.
Eyes half closed, her hands on his chest, she slowly rides him, enjoying the feel of him buried inside her. His hands hold her to him, guiding her thrusts, yet he is overwhelmed by what she does to him. His hands slide up her body and over her full breasts, and when he holds them and rubs his thumbs over her hard nipples, she moans, her head back, her cunt tightening on him. It feels as though she's grabbed him, and he cries out as his body jumps, thrusting back into her.
For a while, now, he'd wondered what it would feel like to have her, to possess her body this way. He'd arrived the day before, and they'd been in this bed ever since. Having been friends before this, it was a pleasant surprise for the both of them. She was very affectionate, almost loving at times, and he knew it was genuine. He felt the same way. But God, how she loved to fuck.
He wasn't disappointed at all.
From the moment he held her tits in his hands, rubbing and squeezing, he could feel her get tighter. Her thrusts seemed faster, and the look on her face told him how much she loved this. She was looking down at him now, her long hair in her face, biting her lower lip and moaning, her hands becoming claws as she claimed more of him.
He took both nipples between his fingers and gently twisted, pushed, squeezed. From the reaction it caused, he knew he'd just claimed her, and now there was no turning back.
She clamped down on his cock, making him moan, and he pushed up into her so hard it made her gasp. Now they were moving perfectly together, his fingers playing over her nipples, making her whimper.
"Fuck, yessss..." she moaned, and he felt her twitch.
"Look at me..." she whispers to him, "look me in the eye, baby"
Their eyes meet, and he sees it...all the tenderness and kindness she'd given him, but also so much passion and pure lust it was almost too much.
Almost.
He feels his cum building. Faster than he wanted, he knew he couldn't stop it and he didn't even try. She fucks him so completely, and now they both move into each other hard and fast, his cries mixing with hers, and suddenly she explodes on him, gripping his hard dick with that hungry cunt mouth, making him surrender to her, his hands holding her tits tighter as he bucks underneath her, his cum pouring into her. She speaks his name as she continues to move on him, milking his cock as much as she can, feeling it jump inside her dripping pussy.
She lays across his chest, the two of them still joined, her breasts flattened against him. He runs his fingers over her back as they try to breathe again, and soon he's put her to sleep, content to be with him just like this. With his arms around her and as gentle as he can, he rolls them over on their side. She wakes as she releases him, but he holds her close and whispers for her to sleep.
He never imagined it would be like this.
He might have to stay longer than he'd intended.
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