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.

WANTED

WANTED:

Man of many talents. Must be fun-loving, polite, good with his hands, and hungry.
Must like animals, quiet nights at home, good conversation and know the difference between making love and fucking. Must be very talented in these, also. If you don't have a job, don't bother. If you aren't: a romantic, affectionate, sensual, or smart enough to follow a decent conversation, again, don't bother. If you are: mean, jealous, lazy, just an overall asshole, don't bother.

If you qualify, then where the fuck are you?

WELCOME

There's a new guy in town...and like a lot of the guys here he's very good at what he does.

He's at turbulentheart.blogspot.com.

Someday maybe you can show me the fancy way to do this, Lewis.

Go read him. I will link him soon.

He has his own style...mostly for the ladies, but that's ok

We deserve it.

DON'T BLAME ME...I CAN'T HELP MYSELF

Sometimes he needs me...and I do whatever I can to make him feel better.

I wrap my arms around him, a big man, one who sometimes let's his pride get in the way, always trying to do the right thing.

I wake him from his restless sleep, and neither of us speak as his hands come up and touch my face. This is one way he tells me he needs me.

I lean down to kiss him, intending to be tender, almost chaste, but he holds my head to him and the kiss becomes more.

Still no words as he pulls me back so that he can look into my eyes, his thumb rubbing my lip, then his hands slide over my skin, down my back and holding my hips, pulling me. This is one way he tells me he wants me.

I climb up, one leg over, and sit...the length of him invading me, deep and hard, and as I moan and jump, his hands grip my waist as he thrusts up, and our coupling is once again almost complete.

Still no words as I stroke his cock with my cunt, my head back, body arched, his hands guiding my slow, steady fuck of him...I wanted to comfort him but he's made me feel....

so...

good...

I ride him faster...so close...wanting him...his hands pulling me down to kiss me...I whisper "baby" before his mouth covers mine and I am cumming...his mouth over mine as I moan...my cunt spasming as he thrusts up and into me.

I feel his moans against my lips and he releases me, allowing me to sit up and take more from him, my pussy clamping and sucking. Soon we move perfectly together, and looking down at his face, the way he looks up at me, I realize I AM comforting him, and I can feel him growing even harder, deeper...his arms holding me on him as he rolls us over, me on my back...and my legs wrap around him as he takes over.

Thrusting...

Hard...

Fast...

He takes that spot....fuck it hurts but I want more...

Now I'm lost...completely...and he follows me.

Fuck, baby....

HAPPY THANKSGIVING

I wonder where everyone is today. Hopefully all of you have families and friends and someone special to spend today with.

There's someone I'd love to spend today with. But, of course, that's not happening.

I've been thinking about him all day.

Not that I don't enjoy it, but I'd prefer not to think of someone I want so much that I can't have here with me.

I'm greedy that way.

I'd love for him to know this...that certain thoughts of him bring on more certain thoughts of him...and of us.

So do all you guys like being thought of in that way?

I'm not talking of some stranger's lustful desires.

I mean someone you know and are attracted to....someone that would do just about anything to be with you.

Someone who would do anything you'd ask.

Willingly.

Happily.

Guess what, guys...we like that, too.

You know what else?

The touching. Very, very important.

By touching I don't mean grabbing a tit and making a sound or saying something that tells us how great they are and how much you like them.

We know that.

I for one am very happy with the attention I get with mine.

But there's a lot more to me than those.

And if you really want to touch and suck and squeeze those two puppies, you better really know how to use your hands on me.

There are other parts of you that can touch parts of me and make me give up everything.

Just being next to me, side by side, your thigh or arm or hand touching mine. It feels good.

Warm breath on my neck, in my ear, the sound of your voice (that's a form of touch, I believe), your lips against my skin. The lighter the touch the more I love it.

You don't have to squeeze or press down or pinch...just brush...

Of course, there's the touch.

My ex was very good at that. He could take me between two fingers and have me squirming and moaning and cumming for a long time.

Then there's the fuck.

A man's cock buried deep, hard and very anxious to take.

Fucking is great, necessary at times, but the making love is also necessary.

Right at this moment, though, I'd take either. Both would be even better.




No need to ask you guys if that's something you enjoy.

YOU MUST READ THIS MAN

Oh my God.

Ladies, Seeker is a must read. I should have told you before, but I didn't want to share.

BH knows how good he is.

I could certainly stand to have someone here like him.

The things I could be doing with a man like that.

Go read..he'll make you so wet...and hot...and very hungry.

Don't say I didn't warn you...

FOR BH

I took the word verification off. It's getting tedious and BH made a very good point (a funny one, too. Thanks, girl. It was just the way you said it.)

I hope I don't have any more of those unwanted visitors (this sounds like a feminine commercial, now. Or maybe a pest control one.).

MORE REGRET...AGAIN

Well, I decided at the last minute I was going to give out candy for Halloween.

I lit a lantern that holds a candle and sat outside with my pup, who was lucky to be wearing the scarf I found for him with pumpkins and jack-o-lanterns all over it.

It was drizzling, but parents still brought their kids out, so I was able to hand out some Kit Kat bars, and play-doh to the smaller ones.

It was fun to do something I hadn't done in years. The reason I hadn't was because I'd get depressed; watching little kids with their parents, knowing I wouldn't be a mother myself.

My ex already had his quota...and he was fixed. So I told myself that was that.

Unfortunately, I got that feeling again tonight.

I'll never have a child. I'm not one to go out and get pregnant just because I want to. I'm picky. If I couldn't have one with the man I loved, then I wouldn't.

Of course, I thought I'd at least be with the man I loved. But that backfired I guess.

I wasn't even allowed to be step-mother.

People think I don't like children. I have to admit, sometimes I don't tolerate people and they way they treat their kids, or the way they haven't taught them.

I suppose it's a good thing I never had a baby. All the things in the world to worry about, besides diseases and terminal illnesses.

What if I fucked up and my kid hated me...or hated him or herself?

I watched a little girl as she came up to me, more enthralled with the dog than anything I had. She was cute in her fairy princess costume.

I watched the parents with her, and wondered...what that must be like. They obviously adored her. She was so happy at that moment.

What is that like?

I hate these feelings of melancholy and regret. With my family history, I'm glad I don't have to put a kid through that. In the dictionary, there should be a picture of me and my family next to dysfunctional. Maybe another picture by the word doomed.

But I do wonder...what it's like...to give life to something, nurture it and hope you do the right thing. I envy anyone who has this. Who has a normal family. Someone to go home to. Take care of, and who will take care of you.

I thought I was going to have at least a little of that.

Sorry if I'm feeling sorry for myself. It's the weather...among other things.

I promise I won't do this again.

EVEN BETTER

...his lips find hers as he pulls her closer to the counter's edge, so close she feels the heat from his cock next to her mound. His hands slide behind her back and he pulls her up against him, slowly moving his hips and rubbing his hardness against her. As he brushes across her swollen lips, she gasps, and he ends their kiss abruptly, his mouth now next to her ear as she whimpers. The feel of his breath there as his whispers something to her makes her moan, his hands grip her ass tightly as he moves ever so slightly, and in one smooth movement he's pulling her towards him again as he enters her, pulling her onto his cock as he pushes deeper into her velvety tightness, swollen from his taking of her earlier, again and again over the past two days, all the way to the back of her, touching her sex, hitting it full force, so sensitive she is cumming on him as he holds her against him, not moving, enjoying the way she is with him, the way she jumps and clamps down on his invading prick, welcoming the pain that he knows she feels just before it becomes pure pleasure.

As he looks down at her, it's difficult for him to keep control when she reacts like this. His moans match hers now as he slowly pulls back along the length of his cock, her sucking pussy eating him alive, almost completely free of her, but he won't allow that, not like this, and it takes everything he has to continue this slow fuck while she explodes on him, pushing forward, deep again, bracing herself on the counter as she takes everything from him. Her eyes half closed, looking like she is drugged, she trembles as he pulls back again, so achingly slow she cries out in frustration, begging him to stop teasing her, to just fuck her.

"Is that what you want?" he seems to hiss as he nearly stops moving altogether. Her eyes grow wider and she cries out. Suddenly he does stop, so deep into her again, his hands come up to hold her face, a slight trembling in them, and smiles at her expression, one of surprise and lust, and anger. He touches her face, his fingers on her cheek, over her pouting lips, and kisses her, tenderly, seeming to calm her down. After this gentle kiss, he once again whispers in her ear, something that makes her moan and whimper, and he finally has her, fast and hard and deep. He feels her surrender to him again, and this time she screams as he pounds her, no holding back, no slow strokes, only the hard, fast fuck they both crave. He is taking her now, so close inside her, so hard yet so ready to fill her with something besides his cock. Her pussy is so wet they can hear it, and when she cries out his name as another wave hits her, he loses what control he has, suddenly emptying into her cunt, cumming almost violently, every thrust punctuated by a moan, his head thrown back as he holds her to him...thrusting. in. out. hard. harder.

No mercy....

GOOD MORNING

She watches as he shaves around his beard, a goatee, actually, that she loves on him. It takes him a moment to realize she's in the doorway, and seeing her in the mirror, he stops moving and smiles at her reflection.

She stands there, his dress shirt big on her, open in the front, the swell of her breasts making a very nice impression, the sudden patch of dark below, just barely seen, but he'd more than just seen it these last few days. This place he knows very well.

He watches as she walks up next to him, turns, placing her hands on the counter, and pulls herself up on top of it, her leg next to his. As she leans over and kisses him on his upper arm, he finishes part of his morning routine, washing his face over the sink. She hands him a towel and as he dries his face, she tugs him by the waist, opening her legs so he can stand between them.

She looks up at him lovingly, longingly, as his hands play with the seams on the shirt she barely wears. He gently pushes either side back, just above her full breasts, sending a shock through her, not an unpleasant one, and he bends down to kiss her tenderly on her breastbone. She can feel his lips on her skin when he asks her, "again?"

She bites her lip as both of his brush across her throat and onto her shoulder; her whispered "yesss" is all he needs.

His big hands grip each thigh as he pulls her closer to the counter's edge, his mouth once again at her throat. Her hands pull at the towel he wears around his waist, and she sees what this has done to him already. Not quite hard yet, but thick, she can't stop the sudden moan she makes when she sees this....

I BELIEVE I HAVE A RESERVATION HERE...

I wanted to thank everyone for wondering where I was. It's nice when people think of you; I consider all of you my friends, and I'm sorry I was away for so long. It just got busy here, but everything is cool. DB...thank you for asking....I hope you're ok down there. Please stay safe. Life is GOOD!

I'M FEELING VERY NAUGHTY TODAY

It was a surprise, of course...being pushed over that table, but having not had any sustenance in quite awhile, it caused the desired affect.

I was wet. Very wet.

I felt his hands sliding up my legs, up my thighs, underneath my short skirt. Bracing myself over the pool table, I dropped the stick I was using, sending balls everywhere. Even though we were the only two in the back pool room, the front of the bar was full of people. Between the two rooms was a small hallway with access to the bathrooms.

So far, no one saw.

His hands under my skirt on my waist, he suddenly pulls me back against him, pressing up against me with a hard cock, making me gasp at the feel of something so big. I felt his breath on my cheek, and his mouth on my ear as he whispered to me, "I want this.." as his fingers slid under my panties, down between my legs, and over my hard clit. I cry out and he starts to rub me, his other hand under my blouse and moving up to hold my full, rounded breast. His fingers take my nipple between them and gently squeeze. I moan and he whispers for me to be quiet.

"Others will hear...and I'll have to let them have some, too."

I look over at the doorway . Strangely enough, no one seems to notice what's happening. His hand is starting to move, rubbing my hard clit, and I can't help but jerk back against him as I feel my body respond the way it always does, and a lot quicker than usual.

I cum. My moan is muffled by his other hand over my mouth. My body bucks against his as my orgasm reaches it's peak, and when I nearly scream into the palm of his hand, I hear him groan.

"Fuck yes....my little cunt...take my cock out...."

I fumble to unbuckle his belt, but the aftershocks make it hard to do anything, and I can't seem to do it fast enough. He takes his hand away from my mouth and I catch my breath as I feel him moving behind me. His wet fingers between my legs move to hold my waist, and I cry out, but he tells me to be patient.

All of a sudden I feel my panties being pulled to the side, and he pushes against me.

I feel him, so hard against my wet slit, so wet he could take it very easily. I can feel how big he is, and I gasp as he thrusts forward, entering my swollen pussy, pushing into me hard and fast, making me take the force of him over that pool table, my hands on the green felt, holding myself against his thrusts, every one bringing me closer to another intense cum.

His hands hold my waist now, and as he pushes into me I hear him moan. My cunt tightens up on his hard prick, and he starts to pull me towards him as he pumps me. His cock hits the back of my cunt, and when I jump from the pain, he seems to get closer to what he needs.

Suddenly he breaks his rythm, slowing down his strokes. I start to protest, but he shhh's me and tells me..

"We have an audience..."

Bent over this table while a man fuck's me, I glance over and see a couple of men standing in the doorway, watching everything.

It's all I need to set me off.

I feel it building fast, and when I look over at two men who both have hard dicks in their hands, stroking as he fucks me, I can't stop anything anymore. This time there is no hand over my mouth when I scream, and I don't care. I demand that he fuck me faster, harder, and I lay down across the table, my back arched so that he can get deeper.

He does....and so do they.....