Damn, it's been a while.
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Posted:Jul 18, 2016 7:13 am
Last Updated:Oct 17, 2021 1:39 pm
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It has been some time since I posted a blog, and I don't really know how to start this, so I'll just have at it. Since February I been thinking on whether to make this decision or not, and as of right now I do believe it is for the best.
I am going to lay off Senior Sizzle for a bit. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I haven't enjoyed myself, I have met many great people and have had lots of good times. But since the passing of my mother in late January, may she rest in peace, I have been trying to get some shit together. It may seem strange, but I just don't have the interest or enthusiasm as I once did. I find myself reading through all my messages just to get rid of the notifications anymore. And with that apathy I find this decision to be the best.
It is kind of hard to believe that I have been on here for over five years. Many people have come and gone, a many that I miss, lol. I know for a few of you that this isn't the blog you were hoping for, but hey, I might come back. I'm still debating on whether to keep my profile active or not, just for the hell of it. I don't, we will see in the next week or so.
Until next time,
Linda "LadyBugHug"
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You're just another fucking fake like the rest of them..
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Posted:Jun 15, 2015 3:52 am
Last Updated:Sep 6, 2019 9:31 pm
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I received some messages recently that I find extremely hilarious. There are those times when someone seems so desperate for attention that they end of sabotaging themselves in the process. It comes down to sending me messages showing their interested in me, and not just one or two, but in this case, seven in less than a half an hour. Then after that, since I didn't respond to those messages in the minute he sent them, he then proceeded to write me five more messages insulting me, calling me a fake and a liar and a copy of MY profile for some reason.
It took me a bit of going through my messages till I finally got to his craziness Well, I decided to message him back, and by the time I was done typing my message to him, and tried to send it, he deactivated his account.
Now, I have had this happen to me on several occasions where a guy would send one two or even three messages in a short period of time and get mad that I didn't message him back within five minutes of them sending their last message.
Look guys, just because you send a me message does not guarantee a reply, that is just the way it is, and frankly, even if I would be interested in you, you lose all my interest in you by being so impatient that you can't even wait at least an hour to even a day or two for me to reply back to you. I'm sorry that my life does not revolve around you and your precious message. I'm not on all day long, and sometimes I am not even on for a couple days, so it takes time for me to get to your messages, if I am interested in you, I would let you know. In this case, having a little patience can pay off.
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You remind me so much of my (Insert relative here).
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Posted:Apr 1, 2015 7:05 am
Last Updated:Feb 15, 2017 2:14 pm
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I had an incident not that long ago that I found rather interesting, and somewhat hilarious. I was out with a guy I met off here, it was the third time we met, but the second time we actually went out. He is a really good guy and I might go out with him again sometime. Although through different circumstances. The first time we met, we talked over drinks and decided the next weekend we would go to beach. Had a great day, spent the whole day at the beach, and it ended with some great sex. Third time around, we went to an amusement park.
It was around this time when he said it, something that just ruined the sexual connecting for me. " You remind of so much of my sister it's scary."
Wait a minute. I remind you of your sister, yet you still want to have sex with? Now, I know he doesn't mean that I am his sister's doppelganger and he thinks he is having sex with his sister. The thing is, the moment he said "sister", I couldn't look at him the same way again. The moment someone compares me to a relative of theirs, I just feel uncomfortable being intimate with them. As some strange rial thing. Granted, I know there are people the enjoy that kind of role play, it just isn't for me. So if you want to keep having sex with me, don't call me you sister, and sure as hell don't call me your mother.
Does anyone else get the same kind of feeling? Is it a turn off, or does it not bother you? Hell, do you enjoy role play?
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Don't I know you from somewhere?
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Posted:Mar 28, 2015 2:57 am
Last Updated:May 29, 2015 1:16 am
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This is a post about something that I run in to sometimes that I find really annoying. Although, I know that it is inevitably going to happen being as that I am on this site, and have pictures of myself posted on it.
It had happened to me only a couple times, one of which really pissed me off. Anyway, what I am talking about is running into someone who recognizes you off this site and feels the need to point that out for some reason. Look if I didn't set up a meeting with you, don't walk up to me and start talking to me, and sure as hell do not mention the fact that you know of me because of this site. It is rude and is only going to aggravate someone. I know I can't be the only one that had run into this situation. Does it agravate you this as much as myself?
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What's with the old man??
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Posted:Mar 25, 2015 2:55 am
Last Updated:Dec 14, 2020 1:16 pm
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I was going to make this another two parter, but decided against it. Hope you enjoy it.
In the post Age Difference by bjosseb100, I made the comment about how I was with a 58 year old man when I was 19. Bjosseb100 replied the I should go into detail about the situation. So I figured that I would make my own blog post about it instead of another reply to that one.
1. How we met.
I actually met him many years before that. He was a business partner of my Dad's. At the time, I was around 6 or 7 years old when I first met him. He wasn't any kind of pedophile or anything. He was just a really nice guy that worked with my dad. He came around a lot through the years until my dad passed. We eventually stopped seeing him altogether. One day, a few years later, I ran into him at a grocery store. We talked for a few and ended up switching numbers. Saying we should keep in touch.
2. How it happened.
About 5 months after talking with him at the store, I called him up, asking him if he would help me move some furniture. He happily agreed help and said he would be on his way with his truck. I am sure that I could have asked someone else to help, but at the time, he was the only one I could think of that had a truck. As we were working on moving things, we talk about my dad and old times. Him complimenting me on how much of a beautiful young woman I have become, and how my dad would be so proud of me at all I have accomplished. It was really flattering.
He was in pretty good shape, and wasn't bad looking either, for an older guy that was about three times my age. The more we talked, the closer I felt to him. I found myself a little giddy around him, like a teenage girl with a crush. Now the I think of it, it was a little ridiculous, but I just couldn't help myself.
After everything was moved and put away, we sat down to rest. Got something cold to drink and talked a little more. As I sat there, looking into his eyes, I leaned over and started to kiss him. He seemed a bit surprised and of slowly pushed me away. I was so embarrassed and started apologizing. He gave a little chuckle and assured me that it was okay, he just didn't expect it. I then swallowed the lump in my throat, and leaned in again. This time, he kissed me back.
I don't think he was ready for it to go any further, but I wasn't going to stop with just kissing. I took his shirt off, looking at his sweaty chest got me even more excited. I then took off my shirt and he snapped off my bra. He started caressing my breasts and sucking my nipples, rolling them around with his tongue. I was sitting in his lap, grinding myself down on him, feeling his cock get bigger in his pants. I climbed off of him, grabbing his hand and guiding him into the bedroom where I unzipped his pants and pulled his hard cock out. He was bigger than I was use to, but that didn't stop me. I sucked his cock slow feeling every inch, by this time I was dripping wet.
He then took me by the shoulders and laid me on the bed, he took my pants off, reached down and started fingering me. His fingers, making me even more wet. He then took his cock in his hand and started to rub it up and down my pussy lips and started sliding his cock slowly into me. I was so wet he didn't have any problem, but his cock was so big. He went slow so it didn't hurt me, but it filled me up unlike anything I have ever felt before. I came fast and hard, I felt like I was going to explode. He fucked me more getting a little faster, he then pulled out and shot his cum all over me.
He laid next to me, we didn't say anything, just laid there and fell asleep together. By the time we woke up it was already dark. He got dressed and left quietly. We still talk from time to time to this day. Never talking about what happened that particular day. Although, I will remember it for the rest of my life.
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A man obsessed and the pregnancy scare..
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Posted:Mar 10, 2015 2:15 am
Last Updated:Dec 14, 2020 1:02 pm
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I would like to start off by saying that I understood his situation, and in no way did I make light of his concerns.
This story is about a guy that I met about two years ago. He was a real nice guy, and we got along really well. The first, and only time, we ever got intimate was probably one of the worst nights of his life. He was getting into it pretty good, when all of a sudden, the condom he was wearing slipped off. Although I noticed, I don't think he did till it was too late.
After he pulled out, he realized that he came inside me without the condom. Now, I wasn't really worried about getting pregnant, but the first thing that popped into his head was that he wasn't ready to be a father. Yelling at me that I should go douche or something.
Well, here's the deal. I explained to him in full detail of why I can't get pregnant. I wasn't born with usable equipment to do so. I might go into that some other time if people are interested. Anyway, still freaking out, he asks me, "if you can't get pregnant, then why have me wear a condom?" As I posted in another blog, [post 3570733], condoms are for more than just birth control.
It would appear that he didn't believe me, because for the next two months, he was calling me and txting me all the time. Asking me if I am pregnant or not. After the second month of this, I actually took him down with me for a pregnancy test. Only then did he finally stop going on about it.
I know my pregnancy scare was all on him. But there are many situations in which a pregnancy scare can literally break someone apart. Whether if be the female or the male. Though, from my personal experience. This is the only time when a guy freaked out more than the girl. He truly was obsessed with it.
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The night I met a guy named Shane, Part 2
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Posted:Mar 1, 2015 5:23 am
Last Updated:Jan 15, 2016 6:09 am
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To start, if you missed part one Your loss was my gain The night I met a guy named Shane, check it out first.
At first, he seemed as if he didn't know what to think of the situation. He then placed his hand on mine and gave me the look that he was okay. I then worked my hand down to you crotch. I noticed that he was already getting hard, like that would be a surprise.
I slowly rubbed him till his cock felt like it was going to burst from his pants. I started to undo his pants as I was kneeling on the floor. Sliding his pants and his boxers down his cock slides out, rock hard. I pull his pants all the way off and toss them aside. I then take off my top and bra, exposing my breasts. I take his cock and start rubbing it between them, feeling it get harder and harder with every stroke.
Taking his cock in my hand I lean over and run my tongue up it from the base to the head, watching him twitch ever time I take the head in my lips and pop it out. Working the head into my mouth slowly, running my tongue up and down the shaft as I work the cock in and out. He grabs the top of my head and forces it down onto him harder and harder. Grabbing a handful of my hair he shoves his cock in as far as it will go as he shoots a hot load down my throat. He relaxes a bit as I suck the rest of the cum out of his cock and take a much needed breath.
No more then five minutes pass when he starts to get up. Me not know what he is going to do now, I go to stand up myself. That is when he grabs me by my shoulders and puts me down on the sofa. He damn near rips my skirt off, and spreads my legs. At this point my pussy was practically dripping. He starts to work my clit with his tongue like he has been doing it his entire life. He then slowly works two fingers into my pussy, finger fucking me harder and faster, and just as I am about to cum, he stops.
Me on the brink of climax, he flips me over and slides he cock into me ready for a second round. He fucks me hard and deep as he reaches down and rubs my clit. At this point I can't stand it anymore, I scream in pleasure as I cum so hard it runs down my legs. He doesn't stop, he is now pounding my pussy, reaching over he grabs my hair and thrusts his cock in as far as he can. I feel his throbbing cock inside me.
Just as I feel like I am going to cum again, I feel him tense up and fill me with his cum. Feeling his cum fill me up inside, I came even harder then the first time.
I laid down on the floor exhausted, and that is where we slept the rest of the morning. At about noon, I took him home. We were pretty quiet for most trip, sharing smiles back and forth.
Now would I have had the same experience with the guy that stood me up? Maybe, maybe not. But I'm not going to complain either. As for Shane and I, we have kept in contact with each other off and on since. We are actually planning a little trip coming this summer. Hopefully it goes over pretty smooth.
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Your loss was my gain. The night I met a guy named Shane.
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Posted:Feb 21, 2015 4:09 am
Last Updated:Mar 5, 2015 2:49 am
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In my last post, Feeling emasculated, I asked, essentially, what guys thought about a women paying for dates.
The question came about because of the fact that I have a tendency to pay my way most of the time. Even more so when I invite someone, I tend to pay for the whole thing. Like in my example in my last post, I payed for tickets to a concert, some guys took it as an insult for some reason.
Anyway, one of the guys I invited said he would meet me there, but ended up not showing. Never heard from him again as a matter of fact.
So there I was, with an extra ticket and alone. having an extra, I ended up going to the ticket line and asking a few people if they still needed a ticket, being as that I didn't want to get arrested for scalping, I offered it free of charge.
That was when I met Shane, a not so tall, kind of pudgy, although somewhat handsome guy. He ended up ditching his friends to sit with me so I wasn't alone, which was nice in it's own right. We had blast. The concert was great and we clicked pretty good.
After the concert, I was starving, and I asked him if he wanted to join me for a bite to eat. After offering to drive him home, he happily accepted. We talked for hours, enjoying each others company. I found myself debating on whether I should invite him to my place or not.
Kind of nervously I asked him if he had any plans for in the morning. In which he replied, no, he was planning on spending the night out with his buddies and crashing the rest of the day after. I told him that he could come crash at my place for the night, since it was closer than his, and I could take him home in the morning.
With a smile on his face, he agreed, saying that be great. By the time we got to my place, it wasn't quite midnight. He asked me if I was really okay with him staying the night. I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't okay with it. I offered him something to drink, and we talked for about another hour or so, when I started getting closer to him. Rubbing my hand on his leg, watching his reactions..
TO BE CONTINUED!!
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Feeling emasculated.
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Posted:Feb 16, 2015 1:56 am
Last Updated:Jul 18, 2016 8:22 am
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As my profile says, I use this site to get out and enjoy fun activities, and depending on the situation, I might be the one that pays for whatever activity it is. Such as a situation that happened not that long ago.
I wanted to go to a concert, I screened some guys and asked them if they wanted to join me. From the ones that turned me down, I mostly got no thank yous. But there was a couple that I found rather strange. When I brought up the fact that I already got the tickets, they seemed insulted. As if me buying the tickets made them less of a man.
The questions I have are for the guys out there. Is it really that big of a deal if the woman pays for the night, even if she was the one that invited them? Why or why not? Shouldn't the guy just enjoy the night, and not worry about who paid for what?
I just don't get.
As for the concert. I will expand on that story another time.
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The stealing of one's panties..
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Posted:Feb 4, 2015 4:58 am
Last Updated:Aug 9, 2016 12:19 pm
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This is something that has been somewhat bothering me that last month or so, and reading the post about panty sniffing just boiled me over.
It was January 9th, I spent the day with a really nice guy, and we had some great fun. At the end of the day, I did invite him in, and he spent the night. He wasn't the best lover I have had, but I'm not going to complain about that aspect.
He left early the next morning, right as the sun was coming up. I got up shortly there after, and while I was gathering my clothes up off the floor, I realized something. My underwear was gone. They should have been with my pants, but they were nowhere to be found.
Some guys like to keep a trophy, I get that. But that doesn't mean that I have to like it. It wouldn't have bothered me all that much, if it wasn't for the fact that that has happened to be two other times. They didn't even ask, or wait for me to give them to them, they just took them.
I don't buy my panties bulk from Walmart to where I can just hand them out like stickers that say Good Job, and in this particular case, they were part of a bra and panty set. Now I have to buy them again if I want to have a complete set again.
I can't be the only one that this has happened too. Am I?
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OH NO, another rant about pics.
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Posted:Jan 30, 2015 4:38 am
Last Updated:Mar 14, 2015 1:08 am
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Okay, after going through my messages tonight, I realized something that I see all the time. People sending me photos attached to their message that are the same photos they use as their profile photo.
I don't understand this. If I'm not mistaken, can't most people already see the profile photos anyway? What is the point of sending it in a message?
Now I can understand if it altered in the profile photo, but most of the time it isn't. It is the same fucking picture.
Come on people, is it that difficult to send another one? Do you even have another one? If not, WHY? It is easy to come to the conclusion that you are either not the person in the photo and you don't have another one, or, you just to damn lazy to bother to look or take another one to share.
All I am saying is, the redundancy of it is pretty stupid.
At least I wasn't complaining about cock pics..
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Why no friends?
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Posted:Jan 23, 2015 5:32 am
Last Updated:Mar 14, 2015 1:08 am
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I have been asked many times why I don't have anyone in my friend's list. The main reason I don't have people in my friend's list is, when I did add people, it seemed like I was getting more harassment than without them. What I mean by this is, some, not all, but some of the guys on there seemed to think that since they are in my friend's list, they were obligated to get something from me. Which we all know that isn't true.
Then there were those that would go on about me only collecting friends because I was some kind of attention , since I was screwing them. Collecting friends like weirdos on Facebook or something.
In the end, I just felt like cutting the friend's list entirely was a better option. There are easier ways to keep in touch with your actually friends, and of course people you might be interested in.
I know I can't be the only one that has run into that kind of thing. I also know there are a lot of people that don't add random people to the list, for obvious reason. But even when I only add certain people, I still got bullshit from them.
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