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

LEWIS

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

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...

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.

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

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....

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.

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!

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.

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.