WORDS OF WISDOM?

Friendship may often end in love, but love in friendship, never.

Lewis said that in his post of yesterday, and it has caused such a flood of emotion I can barely type this.

It's been over a year, now, almost two. I was the one that broke it off, and it was the only time he showed how he felt.

It was too late. Too many times he'd let me down. Too many times I was ignored and treated as though I wasn't good enough for his family.

I fell out of that notion of love I'd held onto for years, always looking forward to the day when everything came together.

Now things are different, and although I don't want what we had, I want to be friends.

LONELY SUNDAY

There's nothing I want more right now than to be touched.

It could be a hand in my hair, lips on my throat, or something more.

His body on mine, just looking into my eyes.

Enjoying my begging...wanting him to enter me.

But he'll be patient...enjoying this.

He will always know what I want...and yet make me wait.

This will excite him, knowing I want him, need him.

Yet I also have a way to tease...to make him want.

It will backfire on him, so to speak.

His push up into me, slow and steady, will make me moan, almost with relief.

It doesn't take me long.

It hardly ever takes me long to cum that first time.

I've always been that way, and I love the way it seems to take a lover by surprise.

But it's the second, and the third, and that really intense, constant grip I get when I am so ready.

And, of course, he is so deep and hard.

The look on his face, when he was in control just moments ago, but now, now he's lost it.

Now there's no one in control anymore, because no one is going to stop this.

No one wants to stop this.

I consider myself very fortunate to be able to do this...and to know my lover is enjoying it, too.

The way he grunts, groans, gasps and whispers...how good I feel...how wet/tight/hungry I am.

And when I am cumming, my body beneath his as I arch and jerk and tremble, the sound of his voice when he tells me he's close...so beautiful.

The feel of him growing, as he moans my name or maybe it's "oh fuck" or something, the way he thrusts into me harder and faster, or maybe slower, yet always deeper.

Wanting every part of me wrapped around him.



There's nothing I want more right now than to be touched...

WHO SEDUCED WHO?

He took his time, knowing how much she was enjoying this.

Long, slow strokes.

Careful not to hurt her.

Standing behind her as she sat on the bed with her legs crossed, he ran his fingers through her long, thick auburn hair after each stroke of the brush. Her head tilted back just a bit, eyes closed, she had a slight smile on her face.

As he gathered her hair in his hand, the tips of his fingers brushed across her cheek. He saw her gasp, a slight intake of breath, then a quiet sigh as she relaxed again.

He watched the rise and fall of her breathing, the way her full breasts filled the front of her shirt, slightly open at the top, and the way her nipples seemed to have become more pronounced.

He was getting hard.

He lay the brush down on the bed, and placing one hand on her shoulder, he gently traced a path down her cheek with the other. This time her gasp was more pronounced. Her breathing was becoming deeper, and she leaned into his open palm when he lay it against her skin.

He was surprised when her hand came up to take his. She held it as she kissed his palm, making him gasp as she brushed her lips over his fingertips. Once again she pressed against his hand, whispering "thank you."

Now he was completely, painfully hard.

Before he lost his nerve, he had taken her by her shoulders and gently pushed her down on the bed, close to the edge, one knee on the other side of her hip, still standing on the floor with the other leg, one arm next to her, holding him up as he leaned over her. She looked up at him in surprise, and maybe a little fear. His face close to hers, he also saw the longing she felt.

Just a couple of inches away, he looked into her eyes, and his hand started to unbutton her shirt. They never looked away from one another, and he deliberately brushed against her hardened nipple, making her whimper. He leaned down closer, his mouth a breath away, never taking his eyes from hers. This time his thumb brushed across that same spot, bare now. There was no mistaking an accident, and she closed her eyes and moaned.

"Look at me.." he whispered, and she did as she was told, her heart racing, her breathing quick and deep. His hand came up and gently touched her cheek again as his lips touched hers, still looking into her eyes, and he knew he was going to be lost to her.

When he felt her move up against him, when she opened her mouth just a bit and their kiss became more...when he pressed his body down on hers just enough for her to feel him, her arms reaching up to hold him, to pull him closer...and when he felt her open her legs to him, feeling her heat even through his jeans, he knew he was lost.

He didn't care if he ever found his way back.

REMEMBERING

I have no idea where everyone has gone.

I truly miss them all. It was nice to see where someone has commented; a visit from a good friend.

I'm afraid I haven't been at this as much as I was before.

Does that mean I'm finally getting what I want? What I need?

No, it just means life goes on.

Sometimes I wish I could be the slut...the girl in high school who was very popular with the guys...the girl that geeks like me would whisper about...and sometimes be just a bit jealous about.

I will admit it...I've tried it.

I've been less than cautious about who I was with.

Most I regretted almost as soon as it was over.

One or two I actually enjoyed...very much.

The first time I was in control...no frightened girl who'd recently lost her virginity to some drunk only because she thought she'd never get laid, but a confident woman who was on a mission to find out what it was truly like to be with someone.

I met him in a bar...came onto him...and invited him back home with me.

He was handsome, sweet, and had a very nice cock...and it was here I began to realize what I wanted.

He seemed surprised when I asked him to let me watch him stroke his cock and cum for me..but he did it..willingly.

It was then that I also realized how much I really loved having a man inside me...the feel of him moving deep...how hard he was...and how warm and wet his cum was.

Sure, I'd felt this before, but not like this.

He enjoyed me...as much as I did him.

And that first time I rode him...there is nothing like that.

WELCOME TO THE CLUB

Somebody new has decided to join us...Silent Child...

Go read...she has plenty to say...and we have plenty to comment...

PATHETIC

Go read Lewis' post...something wonderful has happened in his life.

I have to say I'm a bit jealous.

I've never claimed to be beautiful..but on my good days I can make a man smile, even laugh...I think.

I wasn't blessed with the perfect smile, (or body..or mind...but my tits are still popular) in fact, I don't like mine, but, at least it doesn't send them running.

But then again, most people are good at pretending...maybe they made it to the door and bolted as soon as they turned the corner.

I'm sorry...don't want to get on a pity roll...just tired, I guess.

As much as I love sex, I would do almost anything to know that someone really liked me.

It makes the sex so much more enjoyable.

I have friends that are finding their lives again...happier...wealthier (in body and spirit)...healthier because of it.

I am so happy for you.

WORLD'S BEST ARCHITECT

Everyone should congratulate Andrew...new job, better job, and the most exciting thing (to me, at least) is that I may finally get to meet this man.

I have known him for almost three years...he's been there for me when I needed someone to talk to.

He's given me advice, and always told me what he thought, altho sometimes not what I wanted to hear.

He's become a good friend to me.

It's no wonder I'm crazy about him.

THANKS NIK AND ANDREW

I'm craving an Oreos and Creme Klondike bar.

I'm also craving a really deep, hard, needy, intense, deep (I know, but I like it) fuck.

I would gladly forgo the ice cream.

STRANGER DOWN THE STREET

This man has lived down the street for as long as I can remember. He's quite handsome, rugged, and I'm pretty sure he's unattached.

When we pass each other, I notice he looks back, as do I. But no words...no meetings...just looks.

Sometimes I wonder what he'd do if, in the middle of a slow, intense pleasuring of myself, I were to call him and just...

Seduce

Him

Would he let me?

Betcha can't guess what I'VE been thinking about...

DREW..

HEY YOU...

...you know I'm thinking of you and wish peace and happiness for you. Anytime you need to talk or just rant I'm here for you...I don't like knowing you're sad. I want to hold onto you so you know you're wanted and needed...

You are loved, baby.

LIFE GOES ON

Last weekend we went on a camping trip together.

We still get together sometimes...we even fuck sometimes.

But that's all it is...a fuck.

I thought I was ok with things.

But last weekend pointed out something to me.

It reminded me of all the trips we took together when I was so happy just to be with him. That was when we were like a real couple. We talked and laughed and played...

We didn't talk much on this trip. It seemed we were pissing one another off once in a while. Not quite arguing, but just...annoying each other.

Saturday night I was hot and bitchy and tired of not hearing the conversation between the other campers that they seemed to be enjoying, so I went back to our tent to go to sleep.

Instead of sleeping, I started crying.

He's getting over me.

Besides feeling those pangs of regret, this epiphany I seemed to be having was making things even worse.

It's not that I want to be back with him, it's the fact that things changed...things I thought would be there for the rest of my life.

We DID have fun times together...made great memories...and in spite of all the misery, a lot of those were the best times. I guess it's like when you were a kid and you remember that feeling you got when you did a certain something that you can never get back again.

He's getting over me.


I hope we can stay friends.

A GENTLE MAN

It has always amazed me how a man can be so tender...the way you touch me, your fingers fleeting against my skin, making goose bumps pop up...the way your mouth can take me and make me squirm...you play me so well...

Then there are the times, like now, when you seem to be someone else...the look in your eyes when you grab my wrist and pull me to you, no words spoken as you turn me to face away from you, your hands rough as they pull at my clothes, and when I try to pull away you jerk me to you and then push me, making me brace myself against a chair. You have my jeans and panties down at my feet, and suddenly your hands have me by the waist as you thrust into my body, always a pleasant surprise when you do this, yet this is especially hard...when I cry out from the suddenness of your hard cock inside me, cry out from the pain you just caused when you hit the back of me, you groan and thrust harder, making me whimper...you thrust again, and I am so wet you can hear it. Faster...harder...every stroke seems to be deeper than the last, and I can't stop my cum..

You pound me now, this sweet, gentle man who earlier in the day made love to me, pound me as hard and as fast as you can, and I can't stop...you feel me...strong and tight...and my moans are constant as you pump my cunt faster and faster...your hands are on my shoulders now and you are pulling me to you as you fuck me, "my slut" said with every other thrust. I tell you "yes" because when you take me this way, I am your slut, your little whore to be used whenever you want, begging you for more, for your hard prick to make me bleed, and when you hear this it sets you off...so much force inside me, all that cum just pumping into me as you seem to growl the way you do, and you fill me again...your fingers hurting my shoulders now as you hold onto me...your cries louder than mine...the two of us...cumming together.

Standing against that chair, your body against mine as you hold onto me, your breath in my ear, I'm trembling, your cock still hard as it nestles inside my pussy, twitches and spasms making us jump, and this gentle man, the one who just took me so aggressively, so roughly, kisses my cheek and hugs me tighter...whispers in my ear, asking if he's hurt me...hugs me if I say yes, and hugs me if I tell him no.

I will do anything for this sweet, gentle man. And he knows this.

FRACTURED FAIRY TALE

Once upon a time there was a girl who didn't want anything but true love.

Ever since she could remember, she always had a wish for that white picket fence, a happy home with the perfect husband and wonderful children that loved her and needed her very much.

That was 19 years ago.

This girl is now older, and much wiser.

No white picket fence, but there is a privacy fence in the back.

Sometimes her home is happy, but almost always dirty and in desperate need of repair.

The perfect husband happens to belong to someone else.

And the cats and dogs, the bird and the snake, and all the critters she's taken in through the years do love her and need her very much.


What the fuck was I thinking?

WELCOME BACK

Seeker has returned.

Yummy.

SAFE

Maybe I'd become a little emotional, or maybe he'd thought I was hysterical. Contrary to what some may believe, I am not a drama queen. My ex was always that way when we argued. Sometimes I wondered if he wasn't acting a part when we fought. Needless to say, if I get upset enough, I can be a bit animated, and here I was, my back against my bedroom wall, tears in my eyes, a man's hand on my throat.

A man so big in stature, strong enough to hurt me if he ever wanted to, he'd never caused me one bit of pain. Many times both of his hands had brought me much pleasure, and even though he may have seemed threatening to anyone looking in at this picture, that hand on my throat was holding me almost delicately, with his thumb gently rubbing along the line of my jaw, calming me down. He, too, was upset, and I could feel it, see it on his face. I'd told him something he refused to believe, and seeing how something that is supposed to make someone happy actually upset them, made me a little defensive.

I saw tears in his eyes, and my hands came up to touch his, gently covering him as I looked up into his eyes. I reached up to touch his face, and he took my other hand in his, squeezing as he told me "no."

I felt his hold on my throat loosen even more, and I slowly pulled his hand away just enough to hold it against my cheek.

"I can't change it. Please just accept it."

His grip on my hand and the pressure on my cheek grew stronger as he became more insistant.

"NO. I can't return that..."

"Why can't you just enjoy it?"

I held him against my cheek as I closed my eyes. I heard him sigh as I kissed his palm, and when I looked up at him again, he moved closer to me, both hands now on my skin. He whispered my name as he wiped away my tears, and slowly I leaned into him, opening his shirt just enough to kiss him, once, twice, soft kisses on his chest. I heard a quiet moan, and I stopped and spoke, knowing he could feel my hot breath on his skin.

"I belong to you, now."

I heard him almost gasp as his breathing grew deeper. I kissed a line up to his collarbone. His hands were holding my arms.

"Why can't you just enjoy this?"

I leaned back to look up at him, slowly unbuttoning his shirt. He held onto me tighter as I reached for him for a kiss, and suddenly he was holding me against him as his mouth covered mine. He could always take my breath away with his kiss, and this time was no exception, yet he wasn't as gentle as he usually is. I didn't care.

His hands slid down to my waist and against my back, pulling me against him roughly, and I could feel him, thick and very hard. He pulled out of our kiss, his hands starting to undress me, almost tearing, and when I spoke his name he shushed me. I closed my eyes and leaned back against the wall, enjoying the way he touched me. Then he seemed to jerk e towards him, and when I opened my eyes, he pulled me away and started to lead me to the dresser about five feet away. I saw his other hand unbuckling his belt, then the zipper, and in one long motion he turned to me, pulled me close, and picked me up, setting me on the dresser facing him. He spread my legs so he could stand between them, and looking into my eyes as he pushed his clothes to the floor, he finally spoke.

"You belong to me?"

"Yes," I whimpered, and his hands pulled me to the edge.

"You want me to enjoy it...everything.."

"YES"

In one thrust...me being pulled onto him and he pushing into me, he was deep, and
I couldn't stop the scream as I took him. His hands held my ass as he pushed into me, nothing tender about this, and the bruises I knew I'd have later would show that. All I could do was brace myself against the top of the dresser, and I started to cum on him, his moans telling me he felt it.

"That's mine, isn't it?" he asked as he fucked me hard, and I barely managed a "YES" before I started to cum again. My moans matched his, and now we were just moving, no words anymore, moving hard and fast and soon he was exploding inside me...his hands holding me so tightly it hurt, his thrusts almost stronger than when he first took me. As he pumped into me, his arms went around me, and his mouth over my ear only added to my pleasure as I heard his moans and groans. As we stayed that way, me on the edge and him between my legs, both of us still throbbing, I told him not to let me go just yet.

He hugged me closer, whispered in my ear, and I felt so safe with him, I drifted off for a moment or two.

I do belong to you, baby.

APPETITE

Dammit...I get these cravings at such weird times of the day.

But I guess they always seem weird since I'm alone.

If I had someone...they could have me...any time of the day.

It used to be that way...once in a while a whole day.

Almost constant playing...all over the house.

Fucking...sucking...fingering...until we lay exhausted...a little nap, then back at it again.

Sometimes he'd be so tired, I would ride his cock while he lay there...hard as stone.

I would get myself off again and again, until I had to stop and rest.

God I'm so fucking hungry....

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.