Saturday, December 30, 2006

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.

Wednesday, November 22, 2006

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.

Sunday, November 12, 2006

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...

Saturday, October 21, 2006

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.

Sunday, October 01, 2006

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.

Tuesday, September 19, 2006

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...

Friday, September 15, 2006

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.

Saturday, August 26, 2006

WORLD'S BEST ARCHITECT

Everyone should congratulate Andrew...new job, better job, and the most exciting thing (to me, at least) is that I may finally get to meet this man.

I have known him for almost three years...he's been there for me when I needed someone to talk to.

He's given me advice, and always told me what he thought, altho sometimes not what I wanted to hear.

He's become a good friend to me.

It's no wonder I'm crazy about him.

Wednesday, August 16, 2006

THANKS NIK AND ANDREW

I'm craving an Oreos and Creme Klondike bar.

I'm also craving a really deep, hard, needy, intense, deep (I know, but I like it) fuck.

I would gladly forgo the ice cream.

STRANGER DOWN THE STREET

This man has lived down the street for as long as I can remember. He's quite handsome, rugged, and I'm pretty sure he's unattached.

When we pass each other, I notice he looks back, as do I. But no words...no meetings...just looks.

Sometimes I wonder what he'd do if, in the middle of a slow, intense pleasuring of myself, I were to call him and just...

Seduce

Him

Would he let me?

Betcha can't guess what I'VE been thinking about...

Friday, July 21, 2006

DREW..

HEY YOU...

...you know I'm thinking of you and wish peace and happiness for you. Anytime you need to talk or just rant I'm here for you...I don't like knowing you're sad. I want to hold onto you so you know you're wanted and needed...

You are loved, baby.

LIFE GOES ON

Last weekend we went on a camping trip together.

We still get together sometimes...we even fuck sometimes.

But that's all it is...a fuck.

I thought I was ok with things.

But last weekend pointed out something to me.

It reminded me of all the trips we took together when I was so happy just to be with him. That was when we were like a real couple. We talked and laughed and played...

We didn't talk much on this trip. It seemed we were pissing one another off once in a while. Not quite arguing, but just...annoying each other.

Saturday night I was hot and bitchy and tired of not hearing the conversation between the other campers that they seemed to be enjoying, so I went back to our tent to go to sleep.

Instead of sleeping, I started crying.

He's getting over me.

Besides feeling those pangs of regret, this epiphany I seemed to be having was making things even worse.

It's not that I want to be back with him, it's the fact that things changed...things I thought would be there for the rest of my life.

We DID have fun times together...made great memories...and in spite of all the misery, a lot of those were the best times. I guess it's like when you were a kid and you remember that feeling you got when you did a certain something that you can never get back again.

He's getting over me.


I hope we can stay friends.

Tuesday, July 18, 2006

A GENTLE MAN

It has always amazed me how a man can be so tender...the way you touch me, your fingers fleeting against my skin, making goose bumps pop up...the way your mouth can take me and make me squirm...you play me so well...

Then there are the times, like now, when you seem to be someone else...the look in your eyes when you grab my wrist and pull me to you, no words spoken as you turn me to face away from you, your hands rough as they pull at my clothes, and when I try to pull away you jerk me to you and then push me, making me brace myself against a chair. You have my jeans and panties down at my feet, and suddenly your hands have me by the waist as you thrust into my body, always a pleasant surprise when you do this, yet this is especially hard...when I cry out from the suddenness of your hard cock inside me, cry out from the pain you just caused when you hit the back of me, you groan and thrust harder, making me whimper...you thrust again, and I am so wet you can hear it. Faster...harder...every stroke seems to be deeper than the last, and I can't stop my cum..

You pound me now, this sweet, gentle man who earlier in the day made love to me, pound me as hard and as fast as you can, and I can't stop...you feel me...strong and tight...and my moans are constant as you pump my cunt faster and faster...your hands are on my shoulders now and you are pulling me to you as you fuck me, "my slut" said with every other thrust. I tell you "yes" because when you take me this way, I am your slut, your little whore to be used whenever you want, begging you for more, for your hard prick to make me bleed, and when you hear this it sets you off...so much force inside me, all that cum just pumping into me as you seem to growl the way you do, and you fill me again...your fingers hurting my shoulders now as you hold onto me...your cries louder than mine...the two of us...cumming together.

Standing against that chair, your body against mine as you hold onto me, your breath in my ear, I'm trembling, your cock still hard as it nestles inside my pussy, twitches and spasms making us jump, and this gentle man, the one who just took me so aggressively, so roughly, kisses my cheek and hugs me tighter...whispers in my ear, asking if he's hurt me...hugs me if I say yes, and hugs me if I tell him no.

I will do anything for this sweet, gentle man. And he knows this.

Thursday, July 13, 2006

FRACTURED FAIRY TALE

Once upon a time there was a girl who didn't want anything but true love.

Ever since she could remember, she always had a wish for that white picket fence, a happy home with the perfect husband and wonderful children that loved her and needed her very much.

That was 19 years ago.

This girl is now older, and much wiser.

No white picket fence, but there is a privacy fence in the back.

Sometimes her home is happy, but almost always dirty and in desperate need of repair.

The perfect husband happens to belong to someone else.

And the cats and dogs, the bird and the snake, and all the critters she's taken in through the years do love her and need her very much.


What the fuck was I thinking?

Saturday, July 01, 2006

WELCOME BACK

Seeker has returned.

Yummy.

Thursday, June 22, 2006

SAFE

Maybe I'd become a little emotional, or maybe he'd thought I was hysterical. Contrary to what some may believe, I am not a drama queen. My ex was always that way when we argued. Sometimes I wondered if he wasn't acting a part when we fought. Needless to say, if I get upset enough, I can be a bit animated, and here I was, my back against my bedroom wall, tears in my eyes, a man's hand on my throat.

A man so big in stature, strong enough to hurt me if he ever wanted to, he'd never caused me one bit of pain. Many times both of his hands had brought me much pleasure, and even though he may have seemed threatening to anyone looking in at this picture, that hand on my throat was holding me almost delicately, with his thumb gently rubbing along the line of my jaw, calming me down. He, too, was upset, and I could feel it, see it on his face. I'd told him something he refused to believe, and seeing how something that is supposed to make someone happy actually upset them, made me a little defensive.

I saw tears in his eyes, and my hands came up to touch his, gently covering him as I looked up into his eyes. I reached up to touch his face, and he took my other hand in his, squeezing as he told me "no."

I felt his hold on my throat loosen even more, and I slowly pulled his hand away just enough to hold it against my cheek.

"I can't change it. Please just accept it."

His grip on my hand and the pressure on my cheek grew stronger as he became more insistant.

"NO. I can't return that..."

"Why can't you just enjoy it?"

I held him against my cheek as I closed my eyes. I heard him sigh as I kissed his palm, and when I looked up at him again, he moved closer to me, both hands now on my skin. He whispered my name as he wiped away my tears, and slowly I leaned into him, opening his shirt just enough to kiss him, once, twice, soft kisses on his chest. I heard a quiet moan, and I stopped and spoke, knowing he could feel my hot breath on his skin.

"I belong to you, now."

I heard him almost gasp as his breathing grew deeper. I kissed a line up to his collarbone. His hands were holding my arms.

"Why can't you just enjoy this?"

I leaned back to look up at him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He held onto me tighter as I reached for him for a kiss, and suddenly he was holding me against him as his mouth covered mine. He could always take my breath away with his kiss, and this time was no exception, yet he wasn't as gentle as he usually is. I didn't care.

His hands slid down to my waist and against my back, pulling me against him roughly, and I could feel him, thick and very hard. He pulled out of our kiss, his hands starting to undress me, almost tearing, and when I spoke his name he shushed me. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall, enjoying the way he touched me. Then he seemed to jerk e towards him, and when I opened my eyes, he pulled me away and started to lead me to the dresser about five feet away. I saw his other hand unbuckling his belt, then the zipper, and in one long motion he turned to me, pulled me close, and picked me up, setting me on the dresser facing him. He spread my legs so he could stand between them, and looking into my eyes as he pushed his clothes to the floor, he finally spoke.

"You belong to me?"

"Yes," I whimpered, and his hands pulled me to the edge.

"You want me to enjoy it...everything.."

"YES"

In one thrust...me being pulled onto him and he pushing into me, he was deep, and
I couldn't stop the scream as I took him. His hands held my ass as he pushed into me, nothing tender about this, and the bruises I knew I'd have later would show that. All I could do was brace myself against the top of the dresser, and I started to cum on him, his moans telling me he felt it.

"That's mine, isn't it?" he asked as he fucked me hard, and I barely managed a "YES" before I started to cum again. My moans matched his, and now we were just moving, no words anymore, moving hard and fast and soon he was exploding inside me...his hands holding me so tightly it hurt, his thrusts almost stronger than when he first took me. As he pumped into me, his arms went around me, and his mouth over my ear only added to my pleasure as I heard his moans and groans. As we stayed that way, me on the edge and him between my legs, both of us still throbbing, I told him not to let me go just yet.

He hugged me closer, whispered in my ear, and I felt so safe with him, I drifted off for a moment or two.

I do belong to you, baby.

Thursday, June 01, 2006

APPETITE

Dammit...I get these cravings at such weird times of the day.

But I guess they always seem weird since I'm alone.

If I had someone...they could have me...any time of the day.

It used to be that way...once in a while a whole day.

Almost constant playing...all over the house.

Fucking...sucking...fingering...until we lay exhausted...a little nap, then back at it again.

Sometimes he'd be so tired, I would ride his cock while he lay there...hard as stone.

I would get myself off again and again, until I had to stop and rest.

God I'm so fucking hungry....

Monday, May 29, 2006

MAKE ME

I have discovered lately that the thought of someone in authority can really get me going.

I mean...

really...

really...

hot.

I know a man, a good friend with this incredibly deep, sexy voice (all he has to do is say, "hi, baby," and I have trouble speaking), who showed me a picture someone took of him at a wedding reception. He's smiling, and his dress jacket is open. He looks like he could be an agent of some kind...CIA, Secret Service, whatever.

All I could think of (and still imagine) is his hands holding me down while he takes me.

Or better yet, on my knees...

Then there's the cop thing...

A man capable of taking me to jail if I'm breaking the law..he has the authority.

Maybe even taking me...

Somewhere else...

To punish me...

For being bad.

I met a man last week...a fireman...we've seen each other a couple of times, but of course, since I like him, and since he's actually nice, he's still not over his girlfriend, and although I know what he's going through, he's making me crazy.

I was hoping he'd wear his gear for me...the pants with suspenders, the boots, and the hat...

And, well...you know..

Life can be so unfair...

Saturday, May 20, 2006

DESPERATION

There's no beating around the bush.

I won't lie.

I am so fucking horny I'd do just about anything.

And by do I mean fuck.

I need cock...over and over and over.

I need to feel hands on me while someone is inside me.

A voice in my ear.

I need to be fucked, boinked, tapped, taken, screwed, banged, drilled....whatever you call it now.

This really sucks.

Sunday, May 14, 2006

I NEED THIS

Nearly every morning I wake up with the same image in my head, and almost always hit the snooze for ten more minutes with him.

I'm on my back with his face above mine, his body on me, my legs open to him as he slowly, gently moves into me, every stroke making me quiver, his hands framing my face, a kiss on my lips as he moves again and this time we moan together, so close, both physically and emotionally, and as I feel him grow even more, he tells me...

"I love you..."

...and as a tear runs down my cheek, he wipes it away...and says it again...and again...and I realize this is what I wanted..

...but he has to mean it...pleeeze mean it...

Saturday, May 13, 2006

AGAIN?

Sometimes things just don't seem fair.

You meet people on here all the time.

Some have become acquaintances, while others have become good friends.

You share lives and loves, dreams and fears, and sometimes you really need someone.

Some seem to be so far away, and some you just know you'd fall so hard for, so quickly.

Maybe I'm a sappy romantic...it certainly doesn't help me make good decisions sometimes.

There are times that it has made a fool of me.

But I like being that sappy, loving romantic.

It makes me the kind of person I am.

I have known men who really liked me...what I did with and for them, and how I reacted to them.

Plus the fact I'm fun to be with.

Some wanted to see me again; some wanted to see me for the first time, but being the sappy, romantic I am, I was in love and felt I should be faithful to someone even though he wasn't to me.

I like being that way. I want to be that way again.

I want to be there with you. I want to show you what it was like for him when he was with me, and know how fortunate he was, what a fool he was for losing me. You'll realize that not everyone is cruel and selfish, and maybe we can make a few memories that will always be special between us, before we go back to our lives apart.

God help me if I fall in love.

Sunday, April 23, 2006

LEOPARD APPALOOSA..

Why is it that some of us are so proud we'd rather hurt than heal?

What makes a person good...kind...bad...mean?

Sometimes I wish I'd been born an animal of some kind...maybe a horse, a beautiful Appaloosa, or even a hawk like a kestrel or red tail...but I'm afraid of heights.

Imagine a bird that's afraid of heights.

But people are evn more cruel to an animal than another human being.

It took me years to realize I was in a no win situation.

There are still days I'm pretty sad...pissed...miserable, even.

I am officially one of those older persons that knows what they are talking about.

Wisdom sucks.

Sunday, April 16, 2006

MISSING

I don't like sleeping alone at night.

I do enjoy my time to myself.

But at night, when I lay my head on my pillow,

I miss having someone next to me.

A warm body.

That certain scent.

The way he breathes and moves in bed.

But now I have to rely on memory.

Fantasy.

But those get old.

I want someone.

Who wants me.

Who will lay me down beneath him and touch me.

Kiss me.

Taste me.

I want his weight on me.

I want him to touch me.

I want him inside me.

Deep.

Hard.

Taking my breath away.

With every thrust.

I want his breath on me.

His moans in my ear.

I want him romantic earlier.

And an animal now.

God I miss someone...

Tuesday, April 11, 2006

JUST WORDS..

The other day in conversation, someone said something that made me catch my breath.

He said it after I talked back to him, both of us being sarcastic and a little playful in words.

"Atta girl.."

You may think it's nothing, but those two words, along with "That's my girl" actually get me wet.

Once my ex said those last three, right after I came for him, his fingers doing what they were so good at.

I have no idea why, but the effect they have on me seems a bit strange.

I love it.

And I look forward to hearing them again.

Sunday, April 09, 2006

SPRING...FINALLY

Everyone seems busy with life lately.

Including myself.

Plus the fact that nothing interesting seems to be going on.

I've kept in touch with certain ones.

Watcher will be up here next month.

Buffalo in the fall, I hope.

It's good to have friends.

It's hard when one of them is your ex.

Especially when he still wants more.

But life is good, as Buffalo says.

And guilt will not be living here anymore.

Sunday, February 19, 2006

I NEED TO PLACE AN ORDER...

It's one of those days again where I seem to have this terrible craving.

I hate getting like this when I'm alone.

It's almost physical.

The feeling of pure sexual energy.

Definitely the purest thing about me.

But it's something I enjoy possessing.

Even if it does make me crazy.

I need a fuck so bad...I can taste it.

Saturday, February 18, 2006

SAME OLD STORY

It's terribly cold outside.

I'm staying in where it's warm.

All I need is a good man.

Someone who has a weekend to kill.

Someone who has turned off his cell phone...his pager...his urge to work a little extra.

Someone who has this need to be needed...wanted...taken for granted...taken advantage of.

Someone who needs to take whatever it is he wants.

Someone who has this insatiable appetite.

For me.


I am ready for you....

Monday, February 13, 2006

HAPPY DAY BEFORE VALENTINE'S DAY

I think I haven't really liked this "holiday" for several years now.

It always meant another day of seeing the truth about my life.

Fortunately for some, it's always a great day.

I wonder how many get proposals on this day?

Well, more power to you both.

I just hope that you both do it for the right reasons.

I just hope that you love each other and that you stay in love.

Once, while working retail, I waited on a man who was a little upset because his wife actually got pissed at him for buying her a diamond ring for Christmas, or her birthday...something like that, and the diamond was too little. She'd told him to take it back.

I thought he was joking, but he wasn't.

That's what divorce is for.

Do people fall for someone knowing they are this way, or do they get this way later?

What makes a person so selfish?

Is she beautiful? Are her blowjobs that good?

The beautiful wife who will only fuck you about once a month, maybe give you the occasional blowjob.

But doesn't swallow.

So maybe I'll be a bit depressed and pretend it's just another day. That's what I get for being such a sensitive fool, I guess.

But...I'm good...when I'm bad...which means there will always be someone who will think I'm worth something...maybe not the whole ring thing, but enough to warrant some affection...a fun night out...or in...once in a while a cozy night by the fire...or on the sofa...or maybe a trip somewhere together.

I like diamonds, gold...sapphires are my favorite. But I'd get more joy out of a kiss and a flower, than if someone spent a bunch of money on me.

I also love to fuck....and I do swallow.

Saturday, February 11, 2006

TO BUILD A FIRE

This morning I took the dog outside and there was a beautiful snowfall.

I heard a bird in the distance, one that was very adamant about being heard.

I could have sworn I also heard an owl.

I told myself I am going to get out camping more this year, and if there's no one that wants to go with me, it will just be me and the "boys."

Maybe I should do that.

This counting on a man to make my day (or is it night) makes for a lot of disappointment.

Besides, I can always take B.O.B.

I can take care of myself; the dogs are great protection (at least great intimidation).

I can build a fire and cook my dinner.

Just give me a bottle of premixed margaritas and I'm set.

Maybe it's not so bad being by myself after all.



Valentine's Day is Tuesday.




Fuck.

Monday, February 06, 2006

I REALLY NEED SOMETHING...

There's nothing I want more than to be with him.

Sometimes I can't stand it...my breathing becomes labored and my heart feels like it's going to beat right out of my chest.

His arms hold me close to him, and I can feel his breathing, hear his heartbeat, and I'm lost in his embrace.

I feel his breath in my hair, hear him whisper those words I long to hear every day.

His strong hands lay me down and undress me, so sure of their purpose, exposing myself to him, and he sees my arousal.

These same hands touch me, making me gasp and moan, just a slight touch on each nipple, yet it's his mouth I crave.

He teases with his mouth, his tongue, and I moan as he moves lower, knowing what he will give to me.

The palms of his hands slide over my belly, then down each side just above my hips, and as he starts to hold them his mouth finds me, that center of me that has long been without attention, and as he brings me to him, I whisper his name...as he tastes me I whimper...as he licks I gasp...and when he sucks me in between his teeth, I surrender everything, everything that is already his.

Before I can make it back to this earth he releases me, and I open to him without thought...more in response to him, and he is so deep inside me, my soft wetness surrounding his velvet steel, holding him like a fist, even as he moves into me...then out of...again and again...as my legs wrap around him, my arms hold him to me, and his hands brush my hair back...his eyes never leaving mine.

Every stroke into me is punctuated with a moan, but from who? My whimpers join the beautiful sounds of our coupling, and as I release everything to him, so suddenly, almost violently, his moans seem to turn into a growl, and he is filling me with more than just his hardness...

There's nothing I want more....

Wednesday, February 01, 2006

I KNOW A BARGAIN WHEN I SEE ONE

Well, I finally did it.

I finally shelled out the money needed to buy something I've been wanting for a while, now.

Things can get so expensive, making it difficult to get what you need.

Maybe that's why I've been crabby lately.

If I've offended anyone in my demeanor, I apologize.

The only thing now is, I'm not quite sure I bought the right one.

I think maybe next time, I'll just say what the hell....and buy the eight pack instead of the four pack.

This one may last me a month...if I'm lucky.

Fuck that.

If I was lucky I wouldn't need the batteries at all.

Monday, January 30, 2006

I WANT ONE

Two bodies joined together

Deep

So much hardness inside supple wetness

Supple, yet suckling like a baby

Sweat on skin

Arms holding as they slowly move

No words

Just looking into one another

Breathless

Deeper

Whimpers

Gasps

Tighter

Moans

Wetter

He feels it

Tighter

She cums

Fuck she cums now

Clasping

He's closer

Gripping him

So close

Her body arches against him

He has to now

No stopping it

NOW

Fuck he's lost in her again

Sunday, January 29, 2006

LEWIS

A good friend needs us. Please just go say hi.

Tuesday, January 24, 2006

NOT AN APOLOGY

I won't apologize for anything on here..at least when it comes to something sexually explicit.

If you're under 18, you need to leave. If you're a prude and at this moment thinking of writing me a nasty comment, you need to leave.

What I wrote before this is just how I'm feeling here today.

I need to fuck.

I need to be the center of someone's very hard attention.

And I want the neighbors to hear us.

Someone help me...

PLAYTHING

I like my toys.

Not as much as a warm body and a hard cock, but a good vibrator and fresh batteries can become your friend real quick.

I like the way I can tease myself and get off so easily, or just draw it out...slowly...almost cumming...then stopping myself.

But I love the feel of a man inside me...more than anything, actually.

The other toy that I like to keep close at hand is a black eight inch rubber dildo that my ex bought me when we went to the local adult bookstore several years ago.

It's thick enough...and stiff enough...and definately available whenever I want it.

When I need bad enough, I'll sit on the edge of the bed and slowly take it inside, and the feeling I get with being filled...finally...is hard to describe. Any woman who enjoys a man knows what that feeeling is.

When I do this, I imagine it's someone I want...I need...always. He lies beneath me as I straddle him, his cock buried deep inside me, touching me there, making me squirm all over him as I whimper and moan, his hands holding my waist as I rock my body on him, never stopping.

When he hears this, he thrusts up into me as hard as he can, and I cum...again...and again.

But when I can't imagaine anything but being filled, I lay a towel over a chair and sit on my rubber cock. The harder surface makes it stand straight up without moving, and if I just need to ride for a while, my eyes closed as my head is bent back, my body practically vibrating from the sheer joy and lust I feel, the moans I make part of my release.

Now I can fuck myself, slowly and deeply, every orgasm making me want more, needing that constant current running through my hungry body, almost torturing myself with the need to have it. I have no way of stopping this...a craving that seems to take over everything, it seems to want to punish me.

I cannot get enough of my cum, and I just keep moving...riding it...cumming on it...over and over...until I'm nearly exhausted.

Sometimes...just once more...

Sunday, January 22, 2006

PERFECTION

I'm curious...what do you guys like in a woman?

I'm talking looks, now, not that "she has to be sweet but sexy" bullshit that you like to say because you know it's what we like to hear.

Amazing how guys who say that, still have the gorgeous babe on the arm, isn't it?

The women can fess up, too.

What do you like in a guy, looks-wise?

Yes, there are those of us who are just as shallow as some men, but I've also seen a lot more not-so-gorgeous men with women than the other way around.


C'mon, everyone, humor me...but you better be honest. Just for this one day...let's have a NO BULLSHIT rule, ok?

ANOTHER BAD SUNDAY

I've never been married, so I don't know, cannot know, certain feelings.

However, I do know what it's like to have a secret and what happens when it all comes out.

Many times I sat here and wondered where the hell he was, what he was doing, and eventually got myself so worked up that I just knew he was at home with the wife, doing his family thing.

You know, the wife he couldn't stand to be around, and who didn't like him.

Yet when I called, hoping he picked up, it was amazing how things seemd so different.

When he did pick up, there was always an excuse of why he hadn't called in so long...why he was there (even though he also didn't like being there...you see, he liked being with me).

He did his best to be nice to me, trying to be quiet so she wouldn't hear, telling me he'd call soon, and that he had to go.

Once he even called me from there, knowing I was waiting for him because we'd planned (sort of) on doing something together, and whispering that he couldn't make it...something had come up with the family...and how sorry he was and that he had to go.....and he hung up.

The few times I would "fight back," it amazed me how upset he'd get. Probably the only times he'd show his true feelings to me (until recently).

But, afterward, it was the same shit again. I was the one who just didn't understand how things were.

Of course, I always forgave him. Some of you may think I deserved what I got. That I should have gotten rid of him.

Maybe I did. Maybe I should have.

And anyone who is married, happily, or maybe unhappily, and wants to tell me what a bad person I am because I let myself get in all of this, don't bother. You obviously don't know what it's like, and I certainly don't need you to make me feel any worse.

All I know is that feeling of being dismissed, unworthy of someone because they have prior commitments, absolutely sucks.

I know how things are...how the world works...and I wouldn't really think well of a man who didn't take care of his business. Things happen and you get caught up in situations that you can't fix.

I know what it's like to do something you wish you could do differently or not at all.

I know what it's like to hope someone will come around and realize everything they need is right in front of them.

But that feeling still sucks.

Wednesday, January 18, 2006

DARKER HOURS

Chevy truck parked off along a farmer's field

A chilly night, steam on the windows

A coyote, looking for a meal, stops in his tracks when he hears a strange sound

Another animal...something is hurt

But he soon knows....it's human

Quickly he runs away from the direction of the truck, just as another cry is heard

Two people...stealing a moment

She astride him, moving slow

Up

Down

So thick

So fucking hard

Buried deep

She rides...moaning as he hits her core

He groans as his hands hold her waist

His mouth on her...as if he's feeding

Tongue flicking...licking...mouth sucking

His right hand moves down between her legs...finding her clit

His left hand...slides back...holding her ass...pulling her

She moans as he rubs..and he feels her pleasure tightening on his prick

"PUSH," she tells him...and his thrust makes her cry out

"MORE," she moans, and he pushes harder

"Oh fuck...fuck...fuckkkk," and he feels her beginning

Hands on her hips now as he strokes into her

One hand holding the back of the seat

One hand against the window

"I'm close," she whispers

He groans as he feels it

"Baby, I'm c-close," she stutters as he pushes up into her

He seems to growl as he moves faster

Both of them...almost bouncing now

She begins to whimper

Tighter

Wetter

NOW

She cums

"Yesssss," he hisses

Her head back...body arched...gripping him

She cums

He is lost in her

Giving her more of himself



The coyote hears that sound again...farther away...but now there's two of them

Sunday, January 15, 2006

LONELY SUNDAY

Damn.

It seems to be happening again.

Or maybe it's just been going on for a while, now.

All by myself...and wanting badly.

I had a chance to be with someone Friday night.

But the desire wasn't there.

Not for that person, I'm afraid.

Maybe if he'd been more...attentive.

More...affectionate.

But sometimes...I need to be spoiled.

Not with money or gifts.

Just to have that desire...to be enjoyed.

Not grabbed...at least at first.

Why is it some guys think that grabbing your tits is some romantic notion that should make you want them?

Why don't they get the idea that the lighter touch, the softer kiss, will make you very hungry.

I communicate with whomever I'm with...so don't tell me I never say anything.

Besides, we women who are, shall we say, seasoned, pretty much know how to suck a man's cock...how to start slow and make it feel oh so good (at least, most of us do).

So why don't some men know that they should start light and slow?

Of course, if you just need a quick fuck...that's different.

It's pretty obvious (at least I think so) when that's what you both want.

So I guess, until I find that someone, it's just B.O.B. and I.



Trust me...he knows exactly what to do....

Saturday, January 14, 2006

BLADE IS BACK

It's about fucking time.

Missed you around here.

Glad you're ok.

Glad you're back.

So stop teasing.

I want more.

But you knew that, didn't you?

TIME TO VOTE...SO BE RESPONSIBLE

Seeker is up for the BEST SEX BLOG.

I certainly think he should win it.

He's fantastic.

Hot.

Intense.

Sexy.

Go to his site and he'll direct you on where to vote.

C'mon...do something nice for someone.

Thursday, January 12, 2006

THIS COULD GET INTERESTING...

Seamus is urging others to do this.

So I thought, why not?


If you read this, if your eyes are passing over this right now, (even if we don't speak often) please post a comment with a COMPLETELY MADE UP AND FICTIONAL memory of you and me. It can be anything you want - good or bad - BUT IT HAS TO BE FAKE. When you're finished, post this little paragraph on your blog and be surprised (or mortified) about what people DON'T ACTUALLY remember about you!

Wednesday, January 04, 2006

ACTUALLY, I WAS REALLY THINKING ABOUT THIS..

You look up at me in the candlelight, hair in my face, my hands on your chest.

Straddling you, my legs spread to take you, buried so far into me it hurts.

Your hands brush over my hard nipples, making me moan as I jump.

The look on your face...you felt that...and you loved it.

Your fingers caress my tits as your thumbs start to rub, and I tighten on your cock.

My body moves to your strokes, a perfect fuck rythm.

And now you have them between thumb and forefinger, gently twisting and pinching.

I look down at your face...and you see it in mine.

No more pain as you hit me deep center.

Just

Pure

Sexual

Rapture.


Fuck

I need...

THIS DIET ISN'T WORKING

If you haven't done so yet, you really should go to Seeker's blog and check him out.

The latest post is quite something...I think a lot of guys won't want to admit it, but they'd like it.

As for myself, I like a little...

Dominance...

Once in a while.

NOT rape.

Rape has nothing to do with what I want and need.

If I'm with someone it's because we both want to be there.

If anyone should ever get the idea (someone once did) that I would want anything from him because of some crazy thought in his head (especially a stranger), he'll find he made a mistake (and he did).

I enjoy the feel of a man's strong hands.

The weight of his body.

Maybe even his hands holding me still...just a bit.

His words...sometimes firm...telling me what he wants.

Someone who can bend me over the arm of my sofa, his hands rubbing and probing.

Or maybe his tongue.

Either way, he'll know what I want.

What I crave more than anything.

Sometimes he'll rub the head of his cock along my slit.

Teasing me.

Enjoying my whimpers.

Then...a slight push.

Just inside.

When I push back, he'll threaten to take it away.

All the while...strong hands on me.

Hot breath in my ear.

He pulls out completely...making me gasp.

Then back in...just a little more than the last time.

Out again. Just to torture me.

But this time...I push back.

All the way.

I have him.

All of him.

He thrusts forward as if to push me away.

But I have him.

And he won't leave me until he's filled me.



Sometimes he'll take what he wants.

No touching.

No playing.

Just thrusting.

Grunting.

A quiet sigh as he sinks into me.

Deep.

Fast.

Hard.

And maybe he'll pull me close and hold me against him.

Short, deep strokes that make us both closer.

He'll slow...almost stopping.

Because he wants to hear me.

Beg.

And when I try to move back.

He'll finally take everything.

Slamming.

Moaning.

Maybe a little whimper from him, too.

And when I grip him.

Clamping down.

Wrapping around his cock.

I'll be taking him.

Sunday, January 01, 2006

FEELS LIKE WE'VE KNOWN EACH OTHER FOREVER

This year is already starting to look great.

I was lucky enough to get a call from Watcher.

She's as nice on the phone as on here, and she's planning on a road trip that will bring her by my house.

We plan on kicking back and getting a bit soused as we talk and laugh and maybe even cry a little.

I'm really looking forward to it, girl!

Buffalo may be taking a trip on his bike this Spring, writing about what he sees and who he meets.

HE says he want to stop here, too.

I feel so lucky that people want to be here with me for the sole purpose of wanting to know me better, to be a friend.

Life is good.



I also got a call from a certain someone, making me feel very special.

Thank you, baby.