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.

ANOTHER ONE BITES THE DUST

Happy New Year, everyone. I hope everyone has someone to be with tonight. And I hope if you do, they appreciate you. If not, maybe it's time for a New Year's resolution...

IF IT FEELS GOOD THEN JUST DO IT

We used to play in some interesting spots whenever we got the chance.

Several times in various parks.

The front and the back of the other truck. I haven't "christened" my new one, yet.

Once in the bathroom of my place of work; you could hear women in the changing rooms next door, so we had to be quiet. So while the boss was up front we were in front of the bathroom mirror, his cock pounding into me and I was cumming again and again, all the while trying to be quiet. It was one of the best fucks (that's what it was...a quick, hard fuck) I've ever had.

Once at a rest stop in the middle of the night in his car.

Of course, he wasn't the only one I'd ever been with.

One night I met up with someone I was "seeing." We took a drive and I ended up on the hood of my dad's Accord, my legs on this man's shoulders as he had me. I told my father that the dent in the hood was there for some time.

When that same someone brought me home late one night, one thing led to another and I straddled him behind the wheel of his truck, facing him as I rode him. He loved it when I did this, because I used more than just my legs to move on his cock.

A man that I really loved being with because he seemed to enjoy me, was all alone in a Caterpillar parking lot (I knew him before this). This was at a time when they were on strike for months, and he was on strike duty. He invited me to spend some time with him in his car (it was mid winter), and we ended up spending most of that time in the passenger seat with his cock buried inside me. I've never known anyone who could "recover" like he did. Plus the fact that he was so tender when it came to touching me, I loved it.

Now some may think this makes me a slut..a whore or skank or whatever they call 'em. I'm no worse than a guy is. Having started doing such naughty things at a later age (not until I was 20), I guess I'm trying to make up for lost time. The double standard that some have about whomever a woman fucks, she's a slut, but whomever a man fucks makes him cool, is garbage. I graduated high school several years ago, and I didn't enjoy it that much that I want to go back to that mentality.

I doubt that anyone who visits here has that same pathetic idea. I think we're all pretty open minded. However, if you do feel the need to get on Maury and tell everyone how yo woman was doin' everyone, but yo wife AND yo girlfren' done
knowed about it since yesserday...get lost, loser...

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.