Re-Evaluation
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Posted:Jul 29, 2016 7:02 pm
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Sometimes stepping back from a situation will allow me to put into perspective. I have recently had to do this. I did some self-searching and came to some personal realizations. This, I do not think is an easy thing for anyone. I know for me, facing the truth about myself is not always pleasant.
But because of this re-evaluation of myself and my situation, I am making changes (hopefully for the better). I am setting goals and working towards them. I have accomplished one so far. There are a few others that are going to take more time and determination.
I am not perfect by any means, but I try to live a generally good life. I try to be polite, kind and have a smile available for anyone who needs it. That's not to say that I am naive, I do my best not to let anyone take advantage of me. I like to think that I am pretty level headed and a fair judge of people in general.
But like everyone, I make mistakes. The one that has recently affected my life, was letting myself believe in someone who was not being honest with me or even himself in the end. I started to develop trust in him and he betrayed that.
I do not trust easily, I am always cautious, but after months of cultivating a friendship, it all came crashing down in one quick minute. Not going to deny that I was hurt by this break in trust. Would we be human if it did not hurt us on some level? We are emotional creatures (to varying degrees) after all.
The hurt petulant in me wanted to shut down and deny everyone and everything in the world. If I let nothing in, nothing can hurt me. The grown ass adult knows better. The rebellious just wants to lash out at the person that hurt me and make them hurt just as much or more. Again the adult in me quells that urge and allows the reasonable side to surface.
At that point, I decided to step back and see where I needed to go from there. This led to several weeks of looking into my personal mirror and seeing if I actually like what was being reflected back to the world. I did not! Or at least not everything.
I know anything I do cannot change another person or their feelings towards me. But I am doing this for me and not anyone else. I want a better version of me to show the world. I want a happier me, so when I sit alone with the Id, the Ego and the Superego I can be satisfied that I have done my best that I can.
So as my journey continues I strive to make myself and my tiny little corner of the world a better place for anyone who happens to stop by and says hello. The colors I paint my life will never appeal to everyone, but if I can make even one passing soul nod and smile as they go, then it was a good day.
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Why I write what I do
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Posted:May 9, 2016 5:29 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2021 2:45 pm
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So tonight I was asked why I write what I do. My first thought and response was "Why not?"
I do not write for anyone else but me. I enjoy writing and it is very cathartic to me, I like the mental release that it gives me. I do not post everything I write here. There is much more to my writings than what I share with anyone.
Somethings I write are very personal to me and I do not choose to share them with anyone. Other stuff I write is pure fantasy like the stories I have posted one here.
Then there are times I write about conversations I have had. This being one of them. If you have read any of my other posts, there are other conversations referenced as well.
I believe as long as I am not out to intentionally hurt anyone, what should it matter what I write. Now if I were to unintentionally hurt someone and they brought this to my attention, I would take that into consideration and make every attempt not to do that again. But this is an adult site and if you are hurt/offended by what I write, then just do the adult thing and DO NOT read it.
In the conversations I have referenced, I have never mentioned names and never will. I am not out to make people feel bad and in the same respect I am not out to give anyone the glory of my writings.
What I write is just me, take it or leave it, I do not care.... I am not forcing this on you, you opted to click on it and are still apparently reading if you are this far.
But lets all try to be adults and if you have negative things to say, please feel free to do so, but be respectful. I can take criticism, I am not a that will run off crying about it. I just do not feel your choice to read what I write should be an attack on me as a person.
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Shower Sex
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Posted:May 9, 2016 3:11 pm
Last Updated:May 9, 2016 3:32 pm
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He was tall and he put his arms around me from behind. It felt good being wrapped up like that. He then started kissing and nibbling on my neck. I felt a thrill go right through me. I was enjoying this attention very much.
He started stripping me and I was shivering with anticipation. He seemed to know all the right spots to caress to get me excited. Once he had my blouse unbuttoned and slipped it off my shoulders, his hands cupped my breasts and gently rubbed the nipples through my bra.
My nipples were immediately erect and loving the attention. He slid his hands over the top and into my bra, once his hands were inside my bra completely, he pulled my breasts out and was massaging them. I was turned on by all of this and feeling it lower as well.
He pulled back and unhooked the bra and removed it. He then turned me around. Feeling just a bit self-conscious, he took my face in his hands and starting kissing me. His tongue moved into my mouth, but he was gentle and his lips applied just the right amount of pressure to make the kiss melt me just a bit more.
He then stepped back and smiled at me, taking off his shirt, he grinned and said it’s only fair since you are not wearing anything on top now. I crossed my arms in front of my chest, he pulled my arms apart and placed my hands on his chest. No, you may not cover yourself in front of me, you are too beautiful to do that.
I do not know why but I felt shy in front of him. I had not felt this way in a long time with anyone. I am generally a very outgoing person and this was a different feeling for me. He resumed his caressing of my body and kissing me. My hands slid up his chest and played with his nipples. I ran my fingers through the light covering of hair on his chest.
He then pulled me into him and ran his hands down my back and grabbed my ass, he pulled me tight against him. The hair on his chest tickled against my already sensitive nipples. I could feel his erection pressing against my lower region. I was getting very excited.
He then released me and took my hand and walked towards the bathroom. Once inside he reached in and turned on the water, feeling it to adjust the temperature. Once he seemed satisfied that it was just right, he turned back around to me and slipped his hands down my sides and started pulling off my pants.
I was standing there in just my panties and he reached up and took my hair from its pony tail. For some reason this left me feeling even more exposed that I should have felt. He smiled down at me and kissed me again.
He then took off his pants, he was not wearing any underwear and I got my first enticing look at his glorious erection. It was large. Not huge, but definitely bigger than average. I could not resist reaching out and touching him. I ran my fingers up him from the bottom to the tip, circling the head and sliding my fingers around the top. The skin was soft in my hand but I could feel the hardness in it.
I felt his eyes on me, when I looked up at him, he was smiling. He was watching my play with him. He grabbed my face and kissed me again. He whispered that he liked watching me explore him. He liked the way my eyes looked when I had him in hand.
He then bent down and slid my panties off and down my legs, running his fingers along the outside of each leg all the way down. When I stepped out of them, he then ran his fingers up the inside of my legs. He encouraged me to open my thighs as he slowed his ascent up. I did not hesitate and opened myself up to him. He stopped before he actually touched my most sensitive area. I was looking down at him and he smiled, standing up and stepping into the shower, he pulled me in with him.
He turned me so that the spray was on my back, he grabbed the shower gel and poured some into his hands. The soaping up, he started rubbing my chest and nipples. It felt wonderful, he took his time making sure I was very soapy. I leaned against him to brush some of the suds off onto his chest and started my own playing with the bubbles on him.
He turned me around and started on my back, when I tried to reach back for him again, he stopped me and said to just stand there and enjoy this.
He soaped my neck, back and down my ass. I had never had such a fun shower that still made me have such dirty thoughts. As he moved down my legs, he turned me around and worked his way back up. This time there was no stopping him. His hand moved between my thighs and found my clit. The touch was almost enough to make me cum immediately. I had been that worked up already.
He took one of my breasts in his mouth and tongued the nipple, sucking and nibbling as he rubbed my clit. He moved his hand to push one finger into me and still have access to my clit with his thumb. As he fucked me with his hand, I wrapped my arm around his neck and held on for dear life. I was cumming hard. He encouraged me to just let go as he continued to stroke me.
He did not stop, but continued to use his hand to work me in and out. I could do nothing but hold on to him and moan out my pleasure. He made me cum again.
Then he pulled back and moved so that he was standing in the spray of the shower and I was facing away from him. He bent me over and came up behind me. I could feel him push against me, he spread me to open for him and pushed into me. I felt like I could almost cum again as he filled me up.
He started stroking me again, only this time it was with his cock buried in me. He grabbed my hips and was pulling me back against him as he thrusted forward. I braced my hands against the shower wall as I took him deep in me with each stroke.
His tempo increased and I was loving every minute of him fucking me. I encouraged him to fuck me faster, and harder. He obliged by reaching his hands around to grab my tits, he pulled me up so I was angled against him as he pulled me back he pushed in hard.
Pinned like this barely holding on, he fucked me hard and deep. I could only hang on for the wonderful ride. I let him know that I was going to cum and then he really started fucking me harder and faster. I exploded on him. He thrust into me again hard and deep and I could feel him cum in me. I could feel the pulsing of his cock as he filled me with his cum.
When he slipped out of me, he stood me up and gently started rinsing the soap off of me. He used a washcloth to rinse my tender clit. I took another clothe and stared to rinse him off in the shower as well.
He turned the water off and stepped out of the shower and grabbed some towels. Taking his time, he started drying me off. He leaned over and kissed me and pulled back and nibbled on my ear and whispered now that you are all clean, let’s get really dirty.
Grabbing my hand he led me out of the bathroom onto more erotic things to come…..
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To know is to begin to understand....
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Posted:Apr 21, 2016 3:07 pm
Last Updated:Sep 26, 2017 2:17 pm
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There is a Demon inside, all this anger and I want to rage. I sometimes I feel like Jekyll and Hyde.
We all have that storm within us and I am no different. It is in how we handle that storm that makes us who we are on the outside. I choose to handle it with quiet aplomb.
There are things that quiet the storm naturally and I do my best to allow myself those pleasures when I can. However that is not often enough to keep the monster at bay all the time. Would it ever really be enough if it was?
No one looks at someone they see even on a daily basis and sees the battles that we are all fighting. I look at everyone and wonder what personal struggles are they going through and is there a way I can help them or learn from them?
Unfortunately more often than not, I let them pass by me without saying a word. Inside I am screaming and reaching out to them, “Are you the same as me?” Is there anyone reaching back?
All during this most people only see on the outside the person I want to present to them. This is how we all cope with the world. There are many that battle depression and other issues and no one is even aware. Those that do this have gotten extremely talented at hiding in plain sight. I am not saying that is my battle or storm, but I can relate because on a level, one of many, I have dealt with depression in the past.
So when you look at me, look below the surface, there is more to me than what meets your eye. When I look at you, I am looking to see what you are hiding, I want to help! I want you to know that I may not have the answers, but I am riding my own tumultuous ship amid the storm. I can understand if you let me.
So as I walk through life, I look for those little things that can quiet the storm, if only for a short time. Whether it be friendship, sitting by the sea, reading a book or listening to music among other things. If you need me you only have to ask, I will do what is within my power to help.
See me and know that my storm still rages even if you cannot see the waves crashing on my soul.
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Choices 2
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Posted:Apr 19, 2016 1:38 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2021 2:50 pm
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Why is it so hard for married men to understand that there are women out there that are absolutely not interested in them. I will not ever cross that line. It is just something that I cannot do.
Recently in the chats I have been approached by a couple different married men and when I politely explain that I am not interested, I have gotten everything from why not, to I can change your mind.
I just do not get the entitlism that men have that make them think when a woman says NO it means keep pushing because you will eventually get your own way. Then, when the woman stands her ground and still says NO they get pissed and want to know why I am even here.
My reasons for being on this site are of no concern of yours, my life is my life. In that consideration, my choice to not be involved with a married man is something that I cannot do. It is a personal choice that I have made and it would just be nice if married men could respect that from me.
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Rough Sex
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Posted:Apr 18, 2016 3:32 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2021 2:55 pm
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Rough Sex
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Very True
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Posted:Apr 13, 2016 7:36 pm
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2021 2:55 pm
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Very True
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Office Sex
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Posted:Apr 5, 2016 5:19 pm
Last Updated:Nov 9, 2021 4:07 am
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(Part 1)
The office I work in is always extremely busy with people coming and going. Often times there are new faces that appear and just as you think you have their name straight, they are gone.
My job was to sit in a small office and process paperwork for transfers. After almost 2 years here, the names on the papers were as much a blur as the faces passing through the office. I was numb and hated this job.
It was just another day in the trenches, I was mindlessly processing another transfer form wondering when I was going to be able to process my own. When the sultriest voice I had ever heard quietly asked me where I wanted a new stack of paperwork. I looked up into a smoky set of blue eyes that could melt any woman. I just stared.
“Well where would you like it?” I blushed as I looked at him because he was clearly referring to the stack of papers and I was thinking of something totally different. I wanted it everywhere with him.
“Just in the basket on the corner there” I pointed to the already overflowing in box on my desk corner. As he tried to delicately put the new stack on top of the old, it started to tilt. As we both reached for the falling papers, they went all over the place. I walked around my desk and we both started picking them up.
“I’m so sorry about that” he said. His deep voice sent chills straight through me right down to lower body. I couldn’t help but shiver and only hoped that he hadn’t noticed. As we both reached for the last papers our hands brushed. He slid his fingers across the back of my hand and I looked into his eyes. He smiled and stood up. Grabbing my hand fully and assisting me as I stood.
“Again I am sorry” he whispered and then turned and left my office.
I do not know how long I stood there just staring after him. When I finally turned back to my desk I realized that my panties were wet. This day dragged, I was totally distracted with recalling the sound of his voice, the look of those eyes and the touch of his hand. I spent the entire rest of the day fighting my body. I was horny and just wanted to see more of him. All of him naked as a matter of fact. However, with this place I would probably never see him again.
That night when I got home I could not take it anymore, I was needing some release. I started stripping almost as soon as I walked in my door. I headed right for my bedroom and my vibrator in my nightstand.
By the time I was at the drawer I was completely naked and wet. I was ready for some release. Pulling it out and turning it on was as much excitement I have had in so long, until today and the sexy co-worker. His voice still echoed in my head.
As I lay down on my bed, I slipped the vibrator between my legs, sliding in between my lips and across my clit. I shuddered at the feel of it. I was already wet, so I slid it down and into me just a little bit. Letting the vibrations pulse through me. I pushed it in me deeper, letting my body feel the hardness of it stretch and fill me. The vibrations just added to the wonderful feeling.
I started stroking myself a little faster, pulling it out occasionally and sliding it across my clit, vibrating and bringing me closer to an orgasm. Then plunging it back into me, hard and fast.
The entire time, I had my eyes closed thinking of the voice and eyes that graced my office today. I was imaging it was him plundering my pussy. Fucking me hard. I moved the vibrator faster and was on the verge of my orgasm. Pulling it out and across my clit one last time, I drove the vibrator deep in me and let go of my orgasm. I was shaking as I came. I could not stop the scream that escaped from me.
As I lay there, still feeling the effects of my orgasm, I slowly pulled the vibrator out. Shuddering one last time as it touched on my clit and sent one last shockwave through me. I lay there feeling better but still wanting something. I loved my vibrator but it was not a real man. I missed the touch and feel of skin on skin. I really needed to get laid. Was it sad that I had just had a great orgasm but still just kept thinking I needed to get laid? I laughed at myself as I got up and went to clean up.
(Part 2)
Another Monday morning facing a long week and I am already unbelievably frustrated. Both with my lack of a personal life and this monotonous job. Somebody please put me out of my misery now.
I then look up and see my fantasy. It’s the voice and eyes as he has come to be known as in my lustful masturbations with my trusty vibrator. It has been an almost daily occurrence for the last 2 weeks.
He smiled and said in the voice that makes me shiver, “I have some more for you”.
Oh I want more, I want all of you here and now. I froze, did I say that out loud? Please god do not let me die of embarrassment right now. He does not react, so it must not have slipped out.
As he walks to my desk, I reach out and take the papers from his hand, his fingers touch mine. Once again I feel the rush go through me. This should fuel my fantasies for a couple more weeks.
As he turns to leave me office, he gets to the door and then stops. He turns back around with the wickedist smile on his face and asks “And what would you do with all of me here and now?”
I am mortified, I did say it out loud. I start to stammer, looking down unsure of how to get myself out of this one. I hear his laugh as he quietly leaves my office. I sit back down in my chair, but all I really want to do is crawl under my desk and die.
My day is dragging even more now, I cannot wait to get out of here. I am only glad there was no one else around to hear what I said. Maybe I will get lucky and he will not say anything to everyone else in the office.
Half an hour before the end of the day, I had my door closed, I did not want anyone bringing me anything more to work on and quite frankly I was still hiding from my blunder today. There was a knock on my door, as much as I wanted to ignore it I could not in good faith do that. I got up and went to open it, maybe I could stop anyone from barging in.
I opened it up and wanted to immediately slam it shut. He was there smiling at me. Without a word, he pushed past me into my office, taking my arm and pulling me in with him. Once completely in he closed the door and turned in front of me.
Standing there facing him, I was horrified and waiting for him to say something about my comment and how he had reported me to HR. I might as well start packing up to quit now.
I was in shock when he took my face in his hands and tilted my head and kissed me. He applied firm pressure to my lips, caressing them with his. He applied a little more pressure forcing my lips to open, his tongue slid into my mouth. My tongue reached for his, it was a dance as old as time. It was amazing.
His hands moved down, he cupped my breast through my blouse. My nipples were hard and poking out through my bra. He took his mouth off mine and bent to take one of them in his mouth. Even through the fabric, I could feel his hot breath and it only made the nipple harder.
He came back up to ravage my mouth again, as he did this, one hand moved down my side over my hip and slowly down my leg. He pulled his mouth from mine as he leaned down, his fingers reaching the edge of my skirt. He then brought his hand back up again, looking at me as he was reaching up the inside of my thigh.
As he reached the junction of my core, his fingers pushed my wet panties aside and I felt the first touch on my clit. I shook with desire. His touch was gentle but firm. He knew what he was doing as he rubbed me and then pushed a finger into me. I moaned a little and to keep quiet me, he once again took my mouth with his.
The assault on my senses was almost too much. I felt my knees want to give way, but he was holding me in such a way that I was supported by his mouth and hands. His finger in me and his thumb rubbing my clit around moved with deft assurance that he knew what he was doing. It did not take long until I came hard.
As I slowly came back to my senses and was able to support myself without leaning on him, he simply said my turn. He had pulled his hand out of me and straightened my skirt enough for me to be able to walk. He moved me back to my office chair and stood in front of me. I could see the swelling in his pants. My mouth watered with anticipation of tasting him.
I undid the front and reached into pull out his hard cock. It was magnificent. It was swollen and a single drop of pre-cum was on the tip. I leaned forward and licked it off. It tasted a bit salty, but I was eager to have more.
I sucked the head in and slid my mouth down his length. Using my tongue to taste all around the shaft. His hand was on my shoulder and tightened as I worked my mouth up and down him. I could hear him fighting back from moaning out loud.
His hands moved to my head and guided me up and down him at a slow and steady pace. My tongue moving constantly stroking and licking him. We picked up speed and I was sucking on him harder. I loved the taste of him in my mouth. Suddenly he stopped me and pulled back. I could see more pre-cum glistening on the head, I could not resist and quickly leaned over to lick it off.
He then stepped back and pulled me out of my chair. He grinned and turned me around to face my desk. He pushed me right up against it and bent me over it. I was excited because I knew what was coming and I could not wait.
I felt the cool air on my hot thighs as he lifted my skirt. He did not take my panties off, he just pushed them aside and shoved his way into me. I gasped at the quick and hard entrance. He leaned over me and put his hand in front of my mouth. Taking a finger and pushing open my lips and sliding it into my mouth. As I sucked on it, I could taste me on him. It was the finger he had in me.
As he was moving in me, I sucked on his finger. My body was alive in so many ways. As he fucked me, each time it seemed he drove a little harder and a little deeper. My orgasm was building fast. I sucked on his finger harder trying to let him know I was close as I pushed my hips back against his thrusting.
This seems to encourage him as he picked up his speed with each entry. I felt like I was going to be pushed through my desk he was pounding me so hard. Then all of a sudden I was cumming hard and fast. I could not prevent the moaning that was coming from me, even with his finger still in my mouth. He slammed into me hard one last time and deep within me I could feel him emptying himself into me. His hot cum filled me.
It took a couple of minutes for us to catch our breath. He moved to stand up and I could hear him adjusting his pants. I stood up and fixed my skirt. I could feel cum all over the inside of my thighs. My panties were beyond soaked with his and mine.
Once we were both presentable again, he stepped around my desk towards the door. Just before he opened it, he looked back over his shoulder and smiled at me. As the door opened it dawned on me that the entire episode had happened only feet from many of my colleagues and they had no idea.
Tonight I would not need to be using my vibrator.
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First Meeting
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Posted:Mar 21, 2016 11:42 am
Last Updated:Mar 29, 2021 2:56 pm
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I sat on his couch nervous at having agreed to this first meeting at his place rather than in public. We had met online and after talking for weeks online and on the phone, we had decided to get together.
We had discovered that we only lived 10 minutes apart and I agreed to go over to his place and he would cook me dinner. Normally I would never go to someone’s place without a public first meeting, but there was something about this man that intrigued me.
I had already noticed what a nice ass that he when he had gotten up to get me a glass of wine. I blushed slightly when he caught me checking him out. I could not stop myself, he was very good looking and I was definitely attracted to him.
When he sat down beside me and handed me a glass of wine, his hand brushed mine and I was surprised that a little shock went right through me and straight to my lower regions. I was starting to get a little wet. When I looked up at him, he was just staring at me and smiling. There was something truly delicious about that smile. I couldn’t help wondering what he tasted like.
I didn’t have to wait long as he leaned in and kissed me. It was a slow assault on my lips at first. He then put pressure and forced my lips open as his tongue plundered my mouth. The taste of him was intoxication, my body responded immediately, I was now very wet and I was wanting more.
His hand slid across the top of my blouse and along the outside of my breast, caressing it. My nipples hardened and I could not stop myself from pushing into his hand wanting to feel more. He took a nipple in his fingers and rolled it, I felt contractions of excitement in my lower body. I could not stop the moan that escaped from my mouth.
I could not prevent my hands from starting their exploration of his chest. I could feel the muscles under his shirt and I only wanted to feel more. I wanted to feel his skin. I reached under his shirt and splayed my hand across his chest. I could feel the rumble in him approving of my touches.
He pulled his mouth off mine and reached down and pulled my blouse off over my head, not bothering to unbutton it. His head dipped down between my breasts breathing in and nuzzling them. I could feel his hands behind me unfastening my bra. Once unhooked, and my breasts spill out, his hands cup them, holding them and he sits back and admires them. His thumbs stroke the hard pebbles that my nipples have become. I am moaning uncontrollably now. He then takes one in his mouth and he sucks on it, I throw my head back and let out a long loud moan. It feels amazing and I cannot help but push my chest into his mouth wanting more. He paid tribute first to one and then the other.
I wanted to taste him, I pushed him back and got his shirt off him. I then let my lips explore his chest and ran my hands down his abdomen. Running my hand across the front of his jeans, feeling his swollen manhood under the rough fabric. I was excited and wanted more. I made quick work of the front of his jeans and reached in and pulled him out to see the full breadth of his hard length.
I leaned down and licked the tip and ran my hands down him. I was rewarded with his first moan of enjoyment. I was eager to taste all of him. I took him into my mouth running my tongue down his entire length tasting and sucking as I moved very slowly down. I wanted him to enjoy this, I wanted him to feel how much I was enjoying this too.
I worked him up and down, slowly to start with. I loved the feel of his hardness in my mouth, sucking and running my tongue all over him. With one hand I cupped his balls and gently massaged them as I administered to him. Every time I would get to the head, I would run my tongue around him completely and suck on it a little harder. Then going back down on him and doing it all over again, coming back up.
I was lost in the rhythm of the moment, when he stopped me and told me that if I kept going, I was going to finish him off and he was not ready for that yet. He stood up and pulled me up with him. He grinned at me and told me it was my turn.
He reached down and hooked his thumbs in my slacks and pulled them down. He kneeled in front of me and pulled my panties down. He looked up at me and smiled, he had noticed how wet my panties were.
As I stepped out of my panties, he leaned forward and I felt his hot breath on me. He gently sat me back down on the couch and his head dipped between my legs. His tongue delved in me tasting my juices and stroking my clit. I was could not help but wiggle with the excitement that was tearing through me. His hands were on my hips trying to hold me still as he worked his magic.
My body reacted to his expert skills and I could not stop the orgasm as it built up within me. Feeling my reaction he doubled his efforts and I exploded, my body convulsed as he licked and tasted all that I had to offer.
When the orgasm slowed down, he came up and kissed me long and hard. I could taste me on him. He then spread my legs even more as he then came between them and slid himself into me. We both moaned at the feel of him filling me. As he moved in me, I could feel another orgasm building. I pushed my hips into him, frantically wanting to feel all of him. We found our rhythm and moved together enjoying each other completely.
The second orgasm rocked me hard as he rode it out inside of me. Taking my mouth with his filling my mouth with his tongue. My whole body arched into him feeling every inch of him in me.
He then pulled out and left me almost begging him not to stop. He pulls me off the couch and turns me around and bends me over. I feel him behind me and cannot help but shiver with anticipation. He then filled me again, I almost came right then.
His hands on my hips he starts fucking me harder than he had before. I was loving every second of it. He slams into me repeatedly, harder and faster. I can feel his orgasm building, I know he is getting closer and closer. I am cumming again as he buries himself deep in me. I can feel his orgasm pumping into me. We are both moaning loudly as we ride out the release.
I cannot wait to see how the second meeting goes….
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Laughs
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Posted:Mar 20, 2016 11:08 am
Last Updated:Dec 8, 2016 5:00 pm
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So I am usually a very happy and easy going person. I love to laugh and have fun. I do not enjoy it enough lately.
Last night I had a lot of laughs with a friend and he and I have a lot of the same humor I have found. It was a nice change to just hang out for a bit and have some fun together. No stress, no pressure, no worries. (Thanks M.)
I stayed fairly late and when I got home, I was a little wound up and couldn't fall asleep right away. It was almost 3 am before the Sandman found me. This morning I get up and had to face getting work done today. I find that although I do not want to work, it is far easier today than it has been all week.
I think I have forgotten how it feels when you laugh til you almost cry and just release all of life's issues for a while.
I cannot speak for others, but I feel less stressed and more personable when I have spent times like last night just having fun. The feeling carries me over for a while.
Sometimes I get too tied up in work and living to remember to let go and just laugh. Then a night like last night happens and it brings it all back home to me.
I need to remember to laugh more. Not just smiling and nodding but that good old belly laugh that you feel throughout your soul.
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Posted:Mar 18, 2016 2:35 pm
Last Updated:Jan 28, 2017 11:56 am
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When having a conversation with someone online, I tend to take responses to questions at face value. That is not to say that I have not had conversations about one thing meaning another or peppered with innuendos.
That being said, a recent conversation went horrible awry because my responses to his questions were apparently not what he was looking for, for answers. He was asking me questions and I was doing my best to answer them. He then asked me why I was not asking him questions, I stated that I am not good at 20 questions, I prefer to let the conversation flow naturally and I was learning a lot about him from the questions he was asking me.
A little later in the conversation, he had asked another question and my reply is that I am interested in meeting people, but am cautiously realistic and do not trust easily. I have to get to know someone before they earn my trust.
The following is the conversation that we had at that point:
Him: Okay I guess I have no chance then
Me: Why would you think that?
Him: Well you don't seem to ask me anything and came out and said u don't trust anyone
Him: Please don't judge me on your others
Me: No I said I do not trust easily, I'm not good at thinking up questions and prefer to just go with the conversation. I'll ask questions along the way, just will not come up with a bunch all at once.
Me: I'm not judging you
Me: But it seems you are judging me because I'm not reacting how you want me to.
Him: Apparently you are a bitch and I am wasting my time.
That was the end of that conversation.
I do not think that my responses were being bitchy, but they were being me. I do not apologize for who I am. If someone does not like that about me, then that is their problem and not mine. I'm cool with me.
I have spoken to quite a few people from this site and my responses have always been in the same fashion as this conversation was. I have not ever had a reaction like that one however. Makes me wonder what is so wrong in his world that he got so upset by this.
So this is a first for me, that my responses do not meet someones criteria on questions where I have been labeled a bitch because of it. I have been labeled a bitch for other reasons, (some I happily accept, others I just don't care enough). I do not deny I am woman and yes I can be a bitch. I try to keep that in check however, sometimes it works and sometimes it does not.
Who knows maybe I come off as being a bitch and too judgmental. I know don't think so, but I guess that would have to be verified by someone who has met me or gotten to know me.
I for one like to think I am pretty easy going and laid back. I like to laugh and have fun. I am educated and reasonably personable. I can hold a conversation with just about anyone on a lot of varied topics.
I am cool with me and that is all that really matters to me. So read this as you will and form your own opinions. I would be curious to hear what you think about it.
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Posted:Mar 4, 2016 8:03 am
Last Updated:Mar 11, 2016 8:13 am
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We all get them, some good, some questionable and some down right scary. What is it that we do and say that cause these in certain people and not others?
I was having a conversation with a person and all of a sudden something they said gave me a very bad vibe. I know people say that this is your intuition speaking to you, but it makes me wonder, how something so seemingly innocuous can make me feel like a dark shadow just passed by.
Taken for face value, the comment made would not be viewed as a bad thing. In the context of our conversation, it was a little off beat. After registering what was said and I was looking at the person, the reg flag vibe was raised. I just thought to my self, "Oh no, this is a mistake" and all of a sudden what I wanted to do was get out of there. So that is what I did. I made a very polite but speedy exit of the situation.
But I have found that it is not in just face to face comments that vibes happen. I was sent an email that was very polite and friendly to start a conversation. I replied in a similar tone with some general information. The reply that then came back just made the 'mmm this ain't right' vibe go off.
Not wanting to 'over think' the comments made in the email, I again replied. The third and final email from this person, really sent the bad vibes alarm off and I then politely explained to the person in my next email that I was not interested.
So I have reread these emails and wondered what about them specifically made my warning alarms go off? Since they were very generalized, I asked a friend to read them and what her opinion of them might be. I was surprised when she said that they kind of gave her a creepy vibe.
I wanted a mans opinion on them, so I asked yet another friend what he thought of them as a starting conversation with a women. His response was that this was not a way he would approach a woman online. He did not say it gave him a bad vibe, but he did say it seemed like a poorly thought out email.
Along these same lines, I have read emails from someone that although seem fairly straight forward, have given me some great vibes. This of course has lead to further conversations and even a meeting. The first face to face was great and the good vibes continued.
So here I sit pondering the essence of vibes and what makes them happen?
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