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.....

UH OH

It's gettin' to be a problem.

Somethin' I can't prevent.

(Sorry, my southern got out for a moment.)

Anyone who knows me knows what I'm feeling.

Anyone who's here for the very first time and this is the first post you read, don't let it scare you off.

Please stay and start at the beginning.

I just have to get it out sometime.

I need to fuck.

I need it very much.

I need to feel a man.

On me.

In me.

I need to feel his weight on me.

I need to hear him moan.

I need him to speak my name with much affection and a little bit of awe.

I want him to take me.

Make love to me.

Touch me constantly.

Eat me alive.

I want him to tell me how much he loves my cunt wrapped around his cock as he takes his time fucking me.

I want him to feel me cum.

Again.

And again.

And again.

I want him to cum so hard inside me that he nearly passes out.

I want him to time it the way he likes.

And I want it to take him by surprise.

I need to fuck.

A DAY AT THE OFFICE

At one time or another we've all had an instance where you see that look on someone's face.

Surprise...then joy...the joy of seeing you walk towards them when they least expected it.

I was once the one who was surprised.

Someone once told me how I lit up when he came towards me.

I want to be the one to do that to someone else....

He looks at her as she sits back against his desk, so close to him. The skirt she wears allows only so much room for her legs to spread, and he can't stop looking at the way the necklace she wears moves with the rise and fall of her breasts.

"Hey you.." she says quietly, and as he looks up at her, she steps closer to him. Before he can open his legs to her, she steps on either side of his knees, his hands barely brushing against her skin. His fingers run just underneath the hem of her skirt, and slowly start to push it up over her thighs. She moves closer to him, and as the skirt goes up she asks if anyone else is in the building.

As he says no she unzips his jeans.

As his hands go farther, she groans and holds him in her hand once again. His moan tells her how much he loves her touch.

As his hands discover she wears nothing on underneath, she feels his cock twitch in her hand...and grows even harder.

As his thumb finds her clit, he relishes the look on her face when he starts to rub...the way she seems surprised, the way her beautiful mouth opens a little as she closes her eyes and lets out a low moan. She releases her hold on him, but his cock is so hard it stands on it's own. He can feel her against it as she moves against his thumb, trying to make him move on her faster. Her wetness makes him impatient, and he suddenly holds onto her waist as he pulls her down on his cock, impaling her .

THIS is the look he loves to see on her.

Complete surprise...lust...hunger...need...surrender...

And he feels it...from her cunt to his cock. The way she grips him...the way she sucks him. Just as she did the night before.

With her skirt high upon her thighs, she starts to ride him. Slow and deliberate she fucks him; he watches her face enjoying him this way, but his body is already threatening to lose the control he is so proud of having. His hands slide back and grab her ass, pulling her onto him hard, and when she jumps and cries out, clamping down on him, he nearly explodes into her. He tells her to slow down, and she looks at him as she very slowly strokes him with her wet pussy.

Up slowly, almost to the tip, her cunt muscles grabbing and holding as he slides out....

THANKFUL

After all these huricanes our tornados don't look so bad.

I'm just thankful my friends haven't been hurt in any of these.

I consider all of you my friends...so when I say I worry, at the risk of sounding like a mother or a wife (that'll be the day), I mean it.

Now if anyone gives you a hard time about what you're feeling and doing to survive this ordeal, tell them to do their own thing, then see how they like being alone in all of this. That's an even worse feeling.

Everyone handles it their own way. Andrew could have used a little more support; just remember, baby, I'd stand by you all the way. But you knew that.

Buffalo was in some bad storms, but you know him by now...the tough guy with a soft heart (don't deny it, Buffalo...we've already seen that side of you). I'm sure he could have used some company during all of that. Maybe he wasn't as scared, but still, it would have been nice to have someone to talk to. I would have loved talking to you if you'd wanted to call. I'm just sorry I didn't think to call you first. I didn't realize about the storm til after.

I'd stand by you, too.

I hope DB made it through and it looks like Watcher did, too.

Just remember guys, through your lives and through here you have people that look forward to knowing you, knowing what you're up to and dreaming about you and wanting more, not to mention the fact that they care about what happens to you.

I'm so glad you're all safe.

SERVE ME

Lately, I've found I have a certain attraction to men in uniform.

Not just any uniform.

Policemen, firemen, and military.

For some reason, especially the policemen.

When I read something by Blade, I try to imagine what he looks like. I know he doesn't wear a shiny blue jumper, nor does he run around barefoot. (If you're curious, go check him out)

From there he links his friend, Jack, who writes fantastic stuff about his experiences on the force.

Of course, I try to imagine him, also.

I saw that policeman again the other day. The nice one. Who is also quite handsome.

I noticed he has big hands.

I try to imagine what he does with those big hands.

Then I try to imagine what a man of authority can get away with.

And what if I knew a man like that.

Handsome. Big hands. An authority figure. Someone who could bend the rules a little.

Someone who would want me so bad at that moment that he would take the chance that he may be needed elsewhere.

But he is with me.

Just a few minutes.

The neighbors would wonder what was wrong. A police car in front of the house.

They would keep watch until the car was gone.

"A policeman went into her house again."

"I wonder what happened."

"Maybe someone tried to break in or something."

Something did happen.

I seduced him. Or maybe he seduced me.

It doesn't really matter.

Because the officer who stopped me for speeding one night loves how I look up at him when I'm on my knees and sucking his cock.

He loves how I make him feel when I touch him.

He loves how I spread my legs for him so that he can push into me and fuck me until he cums.

He especially loves how I sit on his cock, looking down at him as I take him so deep I almost scream, his hands on my hips guiding my body, or sometimes on my full tits, squeezing and rubbing, making the nipples as hard as he is.

Afterwards he'll be in a hurry to leave and I just might get a kiss.

More often than not, he'll forget the kiss and tell me he'll call soon.

More often than not he's married...has kids.

More often than not there will be something about me that won't let him leave me alone.

But it won't matter to me. He's nice to me, likes what I do for him, and makes me feel good when I need to.

Maybe one night I'll find him and give myself to him again.

I'll fuck him while his radio is on, while he answers someone's question.

He'll tell me not yet...but I'll feel him grow...he'll tell me we should stop...someone will be by soon if he doesn't answer...and I'll feel him grow harder...

He'll make that sound he makes when he's past that point of I-don't-care...and I'll slow my strokes just to hear him groan...holding onto me tightly...looking me in the eye as if I've done something naughty...made him do something naughty...and he loves it.

I'll make him cum like I always make him cum...better than his wife does...better than the last time. And he'll already be planning the next time he has me.

Somehow, I'll be the one with the authority...won't I?

I'M STILL WAITING

I was thinking of a certain someone last night.

All I could think of was how I wanted to fuck him.

Sometimes life is terribly cruel.

You want someone so bad it makes you crazy.

Yes, it's getting to be that way again.

I am so hungry.

Fuck, fuck, fuck...

NO MORE...I PROMISE

This is going to be an actual bitch rant, so if you don't like it...keep going.

I need to say this.

I'm tired of things happening to me, whether they be good or bad, and no one's here to hear about it when I come in the door.

I'm tired of bills that sometimes pile up and there's no one here to help me.

I'm tired of being the only one that does the laundry, the dishes, feeds the animals and takes care of the house.

I'm tired of hearing a nice rain or thunderstorm outside and the only one to enjoy it with me is a cat.

I'm tired of being sick enough to stay home and there's no one to take care of me...all I need is a glass of water, a hug and to be checked on .

I'm tired of holidays and birthdays and weddings and babies being born...and never being included.

I'm tired of going to bed alone, sleeping without a man next to me, and waking up alone.

You damn fool...you never really wanted me until I was gone. Now you play these little guilt trips, making me feel like I'm doing something wrong. You don't remember how many times you left me to go home and "take care of something there," "it's still my house," "she doesn't want me anymore....I haven't slept with her in years," "I don't know what I want," "it's not the kind of love you want."

You fuck...telling me how much you love me and gave up everything for me and funny, she didn't feel the same way you said she did...you hurt her, too. You still love me, but your kids tell you what you should do...you know, the ones that only call when they want something from you, yet play the same guilt trip on you.

You fucking threaten me...to hurt yourself...subtle little hints about how much better off everyone would be if you just parked the car on the tracks or stepped off that bridge.

Men wonder what the fuck women are thinking when they do some of the shit they do...they remember...just like you guys do, because it's happened to you, too.

We just need to stop taking it out on the next nice person we find. It's like a fucking cycle...break it. 'Cause personally, I'm getting sick of all of it.

This is the last time I'll ever talk about this.

OLDER..WISER...OR BOTH?

Sometimes I miss being twelve.

The only thing that mattered to me at that age were horses.

I lived, breathed, ate and slept horses.

When I went to my grandmother's house, she spoiled me terribly.

My dad wasn't as sick as he is now.

I was getting an idea about boys and what some of the fuss was about.

But only enough to make me happy that there were better things in the world...like horses.

Growing up I was awkward and insecure (yes, even worse than I am now) and I envied all the popular girls in school.

I was a virgin until my twentieth year, but believe me when I say it wasn't anything special.

I should have waited until I was older.

Maybe I would have learned a little more and not been so naive.

Learned to ask questions.

Learned to speak up for myself.

Learned to not put up with so much just to get some affection.**


Sometimes I wonder how my life would have turned out differently.


** Not to be confused with fucking...two different things.

BIRTHDAY BOY TOO

Tomorrow is Outdrlvr's birthday...he'll be a whopping 34 (sorry, you're younger, so I am allowed to do that).

Hope your birthday is a good one, honey....

MONDAY MORNING

A beautiful day out...birds singing and a nice breeze blowing through the window.

Once again, I'm alone...and I'm hungry.

I stretch...long and languid...thinking of someone already.

This isn't the usual feeling I get when I'm craving.

I touch...my hands and fingers on my hard nipples.

A low moan...and I slide my hands down.

No waiting...no teasing....

I'm starving.

I slip between my legs...and my finger finds that spot.

I'm already very, very wet.

I rub, slow at first, and the feeling I get is almost unbearable.

I moan and arch my body as I do to my clit what a man would be doing with his fingers...and his tongue.

So ready to let go, I could cum almost immediately.

But I'm craving something more this time.

I slow my hand as I reach with the other one.

My other toy...long and stiff...

I open the drawer that has become my own little toy box, and find it.

At least eight inches..

I slide it between my lips, making it wet, teasing myself.

I want so much now.

I can't wait.

Once more, the length of it along my clit.

I spread my legs.

Accept it...

Completely...

Deep...

Deeeep....

I gasp...close my eyes...and with another hard thrust...

I cum.

I stroke my cunt now...fucking me...taking all of it...and wanting it to be him.

I want this to be his cock...his thrusts...his hardness...

I want his weight on me.

I want him fucking me hard...fast...deep...

I move faster...fuck I need this so much...each stroke...bringing me closer.

I whisper to him...telling him how good he feels.

He pushes deeper...

I thrust up on him...

Deeper....he hits that spot...my sex...and I explode...

Don't stop moving I can't stop pumping and I keep cumming and cumming...

So strong...so good...I cry out as I release more...

Stroke it more...fuck I can't stop...

I won't stop...until I can't do it anymore...

I look up and see no one above me...just the ceiling...

I stop moving, feeling my pussy still grabbing...sucking...

If he only knew what I have for him.

My breathing...heavy...beads of sweat on my brow, between my breasts, on my belly...the sheets are wet...

Cum between my legs...but only my own.

Sometimes I hate these mornings.