ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST

Happy New Year, everyone. I hope everyone has someone to be with tonight. And I hope if you do, they appreciate you. If not, maybe it's time for a New Year's resolution...

IF IT FEELS GOOD THEN JUST DO IT

We used to play in some interesting spots whenever we got the chance.

Several times in various parks.

The front and the back of the other truck. I haven't "christened" my new one, yet.

Once in the bathroom of my place of work; you could hear women in the changing rooms next door, so we had to be quiet. So while the boss was up front we were in front of the bathroom mirror, his cock pounding into me and I was cumming again and again, all the while trying to be quiet. It was one of the best fucks (that's what it was...a quick, hard fuck) I've ever had.

Once at a rest stop in the middle of the night in his car.

Of course, he wasn't the only one I'd ever been with.

One night I met up with someone I was "seeing." We took a drive and I ended up on the hood of my dad's Accord, my legs on this man's shoulders as he had me. I told my father that the dent in the hood was there for some time.

When that same someone brought me home late one night, one thing led to another and I straddled him behind the wheel of his truck, facing him as I rode him. He loved it when I did this, because I used more than just my legs to move on his cock.

A man that I really loved being with because he seemed to enjoy me, was all alone in a Caterpillar parking lot (I knew him before this). This was at a time when they were on strike for months, and he was on strike duty. He invited me to spend some time with him in his car (it was mid winter), and we ended up spending most of that time in the passenger seat with his cock buried inside me. I've never known anyone who could "recover" like he did. Plus the fact that he was so tender when it came to touching me, I loved it.

Now some may think this makes me a slut..a whore or skank or whatever they call 'em. I'm no worse than a guy is. Having started doing such naughty things at a later age (not until I was 20), I guess I'm trying to make up for lost time. The double standard that some have about whomever a woman fucks, she's a slut, but whomever a man fucks makes him cool, is garbage. I graduated high school several years ago, and I didn't enjoy it that much that I want to go back to that mentality.

I doubt that anyone who visits here has that same pathetic idea. I think we're all pretty open minded. However, if you do feel the need to get on Maury and tell everyone how yo woman was doin' everyone, but yo wife AND yo girlfren' done
knowed about it since yesserday...get lost, loser...

CONTROL

Kneeling at his feet, she looks down at the ground as if in submission. Her long hair hung in her face, and when his hand gently pushes back a lock of auburn, she looks up at him, a tear slowly running down her cheek.

"I'm sorry," she whispers, and now he feels that guilt trying to get through, but manages to stop it. His fingers touch beneath her chin, but she is already looking him in the eye, not quite defiant, but still proud enough not to look away.

She knows exactly what she's doing. No matter how firm he is with her, she always seems to break through. It doesn't help that she's dressed that way; his dress shirt, unbuttoned almost all the way down the front, full breasts that almost burst through the shirt, sleeves rolled up, long hair loose around her face and shoulders and down her back, so thick and soft, sometimes it makes him hard just to run his hands through it.

From the way she kneels in front of him, he can tell she has nothing on underneath.

He steps closer to her, offering his hand to her, and taking it in hers, she slowly stands, barely missing touching the bulge in his pants with her lips. She pretends not to notice the way he gasps as he watches her, and standing before him now, the shirt she wears opened a bit, just enough to show a little of each tit, a hint of each nipple, hard beneath the fabric.

Just like his cock.

She looks up at him, another tear falling, and he wipes it away fron her cheek as he tells her to hush.

"Ssshhhhhh," he says, and his thumb brushes over her lower lip, but before he can pull away she opens her mouth just so, taking his thumb inside between her teeth and sucks, never looking away, watching the way he looks at her for a moment, surprised...then hungry.

She continues to suck as she closes her eyes for a moment, and he can feel the low moan she makes on his thumb. He can't help but moan himself. He realizes she heard him, but it's too late to hide it, and she wears a slight smile as he pulls his hand away. She steps closer to him, her hands sliding up his chest as she presses against his body, her smile gone, lips slightly parted as she very slowly unbuttons his shirt, noticing how his breathing has become deeper, how his hands hold her waist tightly.

Tenderly she caresses his skin with her lips, gentle kisses on his chest, and even though he groans at her touch, even though he's grown so hard he can barely breathe, he runs his fingers in her thick mane and pulls her head back just enough to make her gasp. She looks up at him in surprise, and when he sees that hurt in her eyes his grip softens, but he won't let her go. Suddenly he covers her mouth with his, a surprisingly tender kiss, and he's in control again.

Ending the kiss, he can tell he's got her back by the way she tries to keep him, and looking into her eyes, his hand still in her hair, he tells her, "show me how sorry you are...get on your knees and suck my cock."

Without a word, she sinks to the floor...

JUST ANOTHER SUNDAY....

Sunday is my least favorite day of the week.

I don't know why, it just is.

Which made Christmas kind of sad.

It would be a lot better if there was someone here to spend it with.

I don't want presents.

I want attention.

Affection.

I've never known anyone who wanted to be with me that much.

Who wanted to spend his holiday with me.

Even after he moved in with me, he had plans with his kids.

That wouldn't have been so bad if I was invited along.

But that never happened, either.

It would be great to wake up with someone who wants to be with you, no matter what.

Some people take it for granted...don't know how lucky they are.

Shame on you.

I wouldn't do that.

I'm a spoiler.

I take care of the one I'm with.

I've made breakfast in bed, given baths and massages (complete with candles, oil and a table), delivered lunch when he was too busy to stop working (once in a flimsy night gown), washed clothes til one in the morning, met him at his job and "hung out" just to be near him, picked him up when his car broke down and took care of him when he was sick (are all men such babies?).

I've also called his son and managed to piss everyone off because he wouldn't go to the hospital and I had no choice and it turned out to be meningitis, stayed home during the holidays, weddings, and grandbabies being born, never got the phone calls that were promised when he went on his trips, nor was I ever told the seperation expired a long time ago, but I was told that I didn't ask, so that's why he never said.

So next time, if someone is lucky enough, I 'll do the baths and the massages (only after I'm sure he deserves it), the breakfasts in bed (and he'll be very lucky to be in my bed), the dirty clothes and the nursing back to health, the hanging out together because I want to be with him, and he damn well better want me, too.

The sex...sometimes sex that is so hot and intense, so carnal and full of lust, filled with moans and dirty words and thrusts of such power, that he will have to rest a while, and I'll walk a little differently.

Making love (he should know the difference), something two people do together that is very special to the both of them, filled with gentle touches and tender kisses, slow, languid strokes and words of affection and love.

I want both.

I don't want bullshit anymore...no lies...no half-truths because I didn't ask the right questions.

I don't like not trusting...it's caused problems between myself and others.

But I can't help it.

So he'll have to be willing to prove to me I should...

HO HO HO

MERRY CHRISTMAS everyone....

WHAT I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS

The Christmas season always makes me a little sad.

Not like it has in years past, because I'm a lot happier than I have been for a long time.

Still, it's depressing seeing the families and couples together doing their holiday shopping.

Don't forget the guy who is out alone (this always gets to me more than a woman alone...I guess it's because I know what they're shopping for) who is obviously looking for a gift for his significant other.

The only Christmas we ever spent together as a real couple was ruined by a fight the night before, foreshadowing the breakup that was coming.

We never did put up a tree.

Just one time...to have someone next to me who doesn't have to leave later because of the wife he says he can't stand...a day of shopping together...wrapping presents...puting up a real tree and decorating it.

That wonderful feeling of being tired because we had fun together.

Still finding the strength to make love in the only light there is, of that tree we just decorated.

I'd love to have a fireplace here, with a nice fire, the sound of crackling wood, and the smell of the house.

With all of this all we'd really need is a thick blanket and some pillows.

What started out as him laying me down on that blanket would eventually lead to me astride him, enjoying the feel of a man deep inside me.

In my mind I always see this...so much love and affection leading to this.

He'll look up at me, his eyes half closed in that dreamy way he has when I am wrapped around him.

His hands will touch me, but when what we feel together is that good, he'll hold my hips as I stroke him.

I'll bring myself to orgasm many times, and when I do this he'll say things to me that will make it even better.

I don't know how long I'll be able to do this.

Maybe he'll cum inside me like this, holding onto me tightly and thrusting up.

He loves to hear me.

Maybe he'll roll us over, plunging deep into me as he tells me he needs to cum inside me, looking into my eyes as he takes what is his, and my cum is stronger this time, because he feels so good inside me and I know he wants me...needs me.

Maybe he even loves me.

He tells me he's ready, but there is no need to say it because I can feel it.

And he can feel me.

After, when he's lain beside me for a while, his fingers on my skin, his kisses on my shoulder, my cheek and that one that tells me what I mean to him, on my lips, we'll drift off to sleep next to the tree.

Perhaps it will snow outside.

Maybe he loves me.

All I know is he wants to be with me.

Right now that's exactly what I need.

CRAVINGS

I couldn't help it.

One thing led to another.

One thought.

That's all it takes.

I get so wet.

So hungry.

And soon it's past that point of no return.

So I lay on my bed.

Sometimes I need a toy.

But times like this.

All I need...

Is myself.

And those thoughts.

And when all I need is myself.

Nothing else...

I cum so hard...

So quickly...

If only someone else could feel it.

BUFFALO

Seems Buffalo may FINALLY be getting ready to really write.

God, I hope so.

He's so good at it, and I for one think he can be published.

So everyone go to him and tell him...

We all expect autographed copies, Buffalo.

BADANDY

Seems another of our friends needs some comforting.

Badandy could use a hug...a word of encouragement.

He's stubborn, and doesn't like to admit it when he needs it.

But he's a good friend, and we are good people.

Like Lewis, he'll be ok...it just feels good to know you have someone thinking of you.

"PERFECT FINISH"

Sex is a wonderful thing.

Making love is better.

And a night (or day) of both, a beautiful gift you can give to one another.

One thing I truly enjoy is how a man reacts. Not just the orgasm, but the sounds and the looks, the way his breathing and his voice will change.

As for the cumming, I don't think I have to point out to anyone here how that can be.

We women are very lucky.

We get wet almost immediately, and can cum several times before, during, and after.

Men, however, can only cum once.

Of course, they are the ones with the ability to take, to pretty much control most of everything.

And, lucky for us, sometimes they seem so willing to be taken, sometimes even dominated.

Another gloreous aspect of all of this, is a man's cum.

I enjoy taking his cock in my mouth, using my tongue to taste and lick, my mouth to suck, until he can't stand it any longer, and he cums. Sometimes, most times, I will drink, because we both enjoy that. Other times he'll want to cum on my tits, and I will definately oblige him, telling him I want him to rub it into my skin.

I like that. A lot.

But the one thing I truly love, is the feeling of cum between my legs...afterwards, so wet from him. He may hold me while we may lay together and talk, and feeling that seeping out of me, making the bed beneath me wet.

I like that wet spot.

As I lay on my side, I can feel his cum slowly running over one cheek of my ass; I just close my eyes and enjoy it.

Sometimes, I'll rise quietly for something to drink, and when I feel that trickle running down my leg, I smile to myself. If he's awake and hears that quiet moan of mine, he ask's me what that was for. He seems pleased when I tell him.

Seeker says it perfectly. It's like "a little liquid finger in a final tease...a perfect finish.."

He's so right.

NEEDFUL THINGS

Lewis needs some good thoughts and prayers his way.

He's a sweet guy, always willing to help when he can, so , please, go tell him you're on his side, and thinking of him.

He's done the same for anyone that needs it.