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...

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.

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...

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.