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Posted:May 25, 2015 8:58 pm
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I was having a horrible day. I was sore from softball and short tempered with co-workers. I felt surrounded by idiots and taken advantage of by my . By the end of the day I didn’t want to go home – I just wanted to disappear for a while. I thought about calling you but you’d been quiet for a while so I figured you needed space.
Then out of nowhere you reach out to me. You’re horny – I can tell. You offer up the famous “pics on demand” and as usual I hesitated. You’ve shown me much of yourself already and I want to see the rest but truth be told – seeing isn’t enough. But then this pic arrives – naked as could be and hard. I’m so damn horny even the tan line is hot. It would be natural to start at the cock – my mind went right there of course. How that would feel in my hands, in my mouth, in me. But then oddly enough I ended up focused on your hands.
To have your hands grab me from behind, to watch them cover my body in a slow move of possession. I’d lean back against your chest, my eyes closed as I felt every touch, every caress. My head to the side exposing my neck for a kiss and yet you pull me tighter to you. I can feel that cock hard up against me and I want my hands around it but don’t want to lose the skin to skin connection we already have. So I reach back and grab your thighs. The move pops my chest out and you take the opportunity to cup each breast and test the sensitivity of my nipples.
But the sigh that escapes my lips and the molding of my body against yours is driving you crazy so you turn me around and kiss me. But my hands are on the move now. I’m touching your neck, shoulders and before you can anticipate I’m grabbing your ass to pull you in tighter and closer to me. But the grinding isn’t satisfying enough and you shove me back away from you. I feel the edge of the bed against the back of my legs and you push me over so I’m on my back. You pause for a moment and allow me to drink you in and the look on my face shows how much I want you. But torturing me is something you enjoy so you don’t climb on right away. You slowly move up my body – kissing spots along the way – the inside of my hips, the underside of first one, then the other breast, my nipples, my neck, my collarbone. All the while I am slithering under you like some sort of trapped snake. I want to touch you – to feel your skin but you’ve got my hands pinned to the bed at my sides. You put one knee between my legs and I open my legs for you right away. I’m so ready and wanting – of that you have no doubt.
I look down and I can see the precum dripping from your cock – suddenly I start moving differently. I want to lick that. I want to drive YOU crazy. But you sense the change and work to distract me. A strategic kiss right in front of my ear and suddenly my attention changes back to what I’m feeling. I feel the tip of your cock touch me, testing. Without hesitation I wrap my legs around you to try to push you in – but you aren’t letting go of the control and you resist. The tip is all I can feel and I’m slithering again as you’re driving me crazy. You slowly kiss the hiss from my lips but I can feel you smiling through the kiss.
When you enter me you do it so slowly and deliberately, not just to feel every inch but to hear that pleasurable sigh that escapes my lips. When I’ve finally taken you all in you let go of my hands and I begin to explore you, your chest, your back, your ass. The feel of your cock gliding in and out of me is suddenly something I want to see. I push against your chest and you sit up while we both watch that glorious cock disappear into my depths. The sight of it drives me to tighten my legs around you and force you in deeper, harder. You take the hint and grab my hips thrusting quickly for a few strokes. I gasp with each thrust and throw my head back in obvious pleasure. But then you taper off – you don’t want it to end that fast. Time to change it up.
The rest I leave to your imagination..
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Really - has it been that long?
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Posted:May 20, 2015 8:43 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2017 7:17 pm
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Oh yeah... I'm back! Crazy, I know.
I'll catch y'all up later but here's the cliff notes
Nope, not much sex.
Hair is longer - much longer.
Legs are still the same; brain is too (in case you forgot I had one).
My wit needs some sharpening though. I've taken to being the person everyone else needs me to be and kinda lost myself. I'm here to fix that.
And yeah someone inspired me - turned on the faucet so to speak. That'll be a nice juicy story for ya.
Will soon post more. Been so long I need to re-learn all the navigation through the site.
And the water begins to recede from the toe thrust within it..
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The lost kiss
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Posted:Jan 26, 2011 6:15 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2017 7:17 pm
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It’s just a kiss, you know? A simple everyday thing. The first kiss is always something to remember. And there are some kisses that linger on the whisp of memory. But all the minor ones in between. How often do we take those for granted?
Until we can’t kiss anymore.
After my surgery I couldn’t pucker up in the least. Even something as small as kissing my on the forehead when putting them to bed at night wasn’t possible. I knew the numbness was likely to be temporary. But it just amazed me how much I grieved for such an easy to take for granted act.
Here I am, halfway to the point where I find out if the numbness is temporary or not. Trust me; I’m counting down the days. I’m scared as hell that what numbness I still have might be permanent. Anyone who has experience with this tells me it will be fine and that I just need to be patient.
But that is not easy. I don’t fantasize about sex anymore. I can’t even get that far. All I see in my head is a kiss, it has become an obsession that I can’t satisfy. An amazing kiss; intense, full of tension and desire. Sex with lips, the epitome of sensuality. There’s maybe 2 or 3 men in my life who can kiss me like that. Unfortunately none of them are available, nor do they live nearby. But that doesn’t matter because my lip is still numb.
Sure I can form it into a pucker enough to kiss my ’s forehead. But it isn’t alive enough to stand up to what I really crave.
So I ask those of you who keep up with me to remember to kiss your lover like it is the most important thing you will do today.
And then do it again tomorrow.
For if ever you lost the ability….
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A glimpse into my world...
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Posted:Jan 21, 2011 11:09 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2017 7:18 pm
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I just need someone - anyone to understand what I have to deal with here...
So when my was a year old he climbed out of his playpen, kicked out a screen dropped down to the deck and went running down the street in nothing but a diaper. Oh but that was just a glimpse…
At four years old he hears me tell him not to come near the stove as it is hot. OF COURSE thats when he decides to put his whole hand down on the red hot burner. He received third degree burns on his palm in the process and was silver nitrated and gauzed up for weeks. You’d think having to deal with a sock on your hand for that long would teach you to listen to your mother’s warnings right?
But oh no… picture a small scented candle in his room. He’s demonstrated responsible behavior with it for almost a month. He’s heeded my warnings about flammable items. It all changes in an instant. I still don’t know why he did what he did, he still insists the wind (in a room without the air on) blew the candle over somehow – he came running into the kitchen with a flaming piece of paper in his hands. My guess is, he’d listened to me long enough and his curiosity just got the better of him. This was just last week by the way…
Today though, tops all. We’re on a bike ride on a rail trail (a paved trail that used to be train tracks). We spot a farm with several horses. Between us and the farm are woods, two fences and a muddy creek bed. But my finds a way through all of that to get closer to these horses. I’m telling him not to touch anything, to come back to our side the whole time. Does he listen? No… “I’m not trespassing as long as I’m on this side of the fence” he says. At the same moment I hear his now famous undertone of “ow”. You know – the one where you know he got hurt pretty bad but doesn’t want you to know it – an avoidance of the “I told you so” factor I guess. Turns out the fence had an electric current running through it and he got a tiny little shock.
So who wants to take bets?
Will the boy learn his lesson and listen to me now?
Better question – will he survive to see his next birthday (he’s only 10)?
Will I?
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Lost
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Posted:Jan 8, 2011 8:10 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2017 7:19 pm
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Hello all, sorry for my silence. I noticed I was spending a lot of conversational time complaining about all that ails my life. I am not usually a magnet for bad luck and such but right now that seems to be the rule rather than the exception. In attempting to conjure creativity I only created whining and complaining. My delete key has been worn down too far. I found myself turning into a person I do not like to be. So rather than open such flood gates I have remained silent and hermitious.
There is much for me to get through, both physically and emotionaly but rest assured - I am fine, nothing specific happened. We all have times in our lives when we must turn inward and this is where I am right now. I'm not giving up on this place, or any of you. In truth I miss you but am very tired of not achieving what I seek (in all things).
I will peek in more often though and will part the yellow sea soon, one island at a time.
I thank you all for your patience with special hugs to those who have been checking on me as time goes on. You all warm my heart. I promise when I am in better spirits I will do my best to make it up to you.
I hope everyone is enjoying the beginning of 2011 and that you all got everything you wanted over the holidays.
Much warmth and respect,
Cricket
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Oh Santa Baby...
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Posted:Dec 9, 2010 6:21 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2017 7:20 pm
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Dear Santa,
I know you have always wanted me to pierce a body part. You have written me letters, left them with the leftover cookies and milk. By the way, that picture of a navel piercing last year was just over the top! But you know very well I have absolutely no interest in doing such things. Pain simply isn't something I seek. To be honest Mygentlecaress has shown me a few piercings lately that make me throw up a little in my mouth.
But this year I am finally ready to make a deal with you. If you bring me what I want for Christmas I will happily pierce whatever body part you have in mind. You can even watch if you like. In fact I will make the video viral just for you.
So what gift do I want this year you may ask? Oh dear one, it is only one thing…
Isn’t it just the most beautiful thing you have ever seen? And yes that is the color of choice but I can settle for a different color if it makes life easier for you. I’m sure you think red might be appropriate being that it is your color AND will remind you of whatever blood this piercing thing will provide.
Hope you have a great night of flying and I look forward to seeing this beauty in my driveway on Christmas day.
Sincerely,
Wittywoman
P.S. For the record, if you give me a smaller, model sized plastic remote control version like you did when I was 17 then you will also get a fake piercing in return!! No cheating; I want the real thing. I'll make the piercing appointment as soon as the car's authenticity is verified.
So who’s going to play Santa for me this year???
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Intermission is now over...
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Posted:Dec 7, 2010 1:34 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2017 7:21 pm
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When I was a I grew up in a very small house. It was just my parents and myself and we had a tiny little two bedroom, one bath townhouse. It was absolutely a starter house but we lived there for almost 15 years. We got on each other’s nerves (well they got on my nerves) but we always knew what each of us were up to. You couldn’t listen to the radio without everyone else hearing it. And you could forget about privacy on the phone. I was aware of ever y single time my parents had sex and every nasty word they shared.
Now they live in a huge two story, 4 bedroom 2 ½ bath home. Funny how they moved into a bigger home AFTER I moved out – but that’s not what I’m after here. These days they can’t find each other in the house. They don’t know what the other is up to and there are lots of secrets and hidden artifacts. My mom sneaks cigarettes and phone calls to her sisters to complain about her life. My dad plays music constantly and when he shares what he’s been listening to we all end kinda freaked out because we didn’t know he was into that stuff. And you can forget about sex – they’ve given up on that.
Bear with me here, this might be considered a reach. Bloggging on Senior Sizzle is somewhat like that tiny house. Even though there are 34 Million members of the site there might be only a hundred thousand actually active at best. And only a small percentage of them blog with any regularity. So that makes the Senior Sizzle blogs a very small community. We know what each other is up to, we can get in each other’s faces or on each other’s nerves. We recognize when someone is in distress or has a new “friend” and we help or listen or take part.
When the whole fiasco with the advertising was happening many bloggers left and began to blog on vanilla sites. What they found was a huge house. People sneeze blogs now. Every time you turn around there is another one going up. Niches have become nothing but pinholes. It is too easy to get lost, to not be connected, to disappear. I can’t tell you how many news links turned out to be blogged opinions being passed off as factual content. And because I don’t know the blogger I tend to roll my eyes and move on- almost never commenting; never building that relationship.
So we may pick on Senior Sizzle and their sales methods; their ability to overstate activity or membership. But when it comes to the blogs we really have it made. We are spoiled. Quite a few of those who left to blog somewhere else ended up coming back here because there is more of a connection here. Though there have been occasions of strife there are also huge acts of kindness and warmth. Both are necessary to build such a community and connections. Sometimes when things are at their worst it doesn’t hurt to take a deep breath and simply wait while the storm passes (it always does).
The grass may appear greener but the pasture is so vast that you could be the only one to hear your voice. I, for one, am glad I remain.
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Back... or Front - your choice.
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Posted:Dec 1, 2010 1:45 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2017 7:26 pm
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I've been out of touch. We can blame my parents for having a screwed up wifi becuase that's how it started. Then Black Friday was involved, then travel and well... obviously I have no solid reason for my absence. Only excuses.
I'm back though and though I was quite afraid of the sea of yellow that has greeted me I will get traverse those waters in good time and all will be well with my world again.
Glad y'all hung with me. 
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Politics do not whet the sexual appetite
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Posted:Nov 21, 2010 10:22 am
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2017 7:27 pm
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Okay this project of mine is totally working. My next topic was bisexuality and I worked on my post for a while last night. But just as I was going to paste it into Senior Sizzle and hit Add I realized how screwed up the post was and deleted it. It was some political piece about polygamy and such. Who the hell wants to read that crap on this site????
Nope this is about sex. Right?
So with that I leave you pics of the only two women on the planet (that I know of) that would get me to step foot on the bisexual side of the field.
For the record, 7 of 9 (on the left) is really Jerry Ryan who is a hot woman of course, but 7 of 9 the character is downright dangerous. Assimilate me baby!!!
Jolie's sexiest moment ever was when she stepped out of the spa tub thing in the movie Hunted. Those tats are begging to be inspected.
I'll let your minds wander where they will...
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Here, let me lick that up for you...
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Posted:Nov 19, 2010 9:21 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2017 7:30 pm
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So there lying before you is a naked individual. Could be a man or woman, totally depends on your current desires. This person is blindfolded, maybe has his/her wrists restrained, let’s say. You decide you want to dribble liquid down that perfect form.
This is how I started my thoughts this evening. My topic tonight is Beer & Wine and instead of explaining how to pour the perfect beer (of which I’ve been an expert since age 8 ) I couldn’t help but wonder how each of these liquids would taste mixed on the skin of a sexy man.
But then my mind went a little – well you decide for yourself:
If I were the woman on the bed I don’t think I’d want a man to lick beer from my body. Beer is the kind of thing you lay back and relax with, cool off even. So if a guy is going to pour beer on my body and lick it off he’s also going to want to have the Television on too – probably start yelling at the game.
Beer is out…
Wine,
Well let’s go the other way. Wine is very social. So does that mean if a woman is pouring wine over a man she’d automatically start talking and gossiping? Personally I wouldn’t pour wine over a man unless it was a very sweet wine – sweet wine and sexy are just too good of a combination.
So let’s try Champagne instead. I mean you could cheat and use sparkling cider in case your partner is an alcoholic (see how thoughtful I am?). And the bubbles would tickle, right. How fun would that be? And if it was cold, oooooh imagine the goose bumps and all the other bumps that would be raised.
Wait here, I’m going to go look in the fridge and see what I have.  
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The feather and the whip
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Posted:Nov 18, 2010 9:00 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2017 7:33 pm
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My friend “Coach” used to discuss sex with me all the time. He made it his mission in life to inspire my sexual deviancy which at the time was in denial. I don’t know why he pushed so much. He wanted me, I know that was part of the reason but it took me a while to realize there was more to it. In fact his reasoning didn’t hit me until I called him while he was drunk one night. He said something that scared the shit out of me and I have never forgotten it.
He said “I’m bored with sex”
Now this was the most promiscuous man I know. Although he didn’t take chances with his health he would take every other risk there was. He’s was doing things that 90% of AFFers wouldn’t do. And even that was feeling mundane to him. I was freaked out because if that lifestyle had become boring to him things would only get more freakish and he would never be happy. Being that I was still very vanilla this absolutely scared and intimidated me.
Of course I told him that he was bored with anonymous sex, he needed a relationship but he blew that off.
Apparently not too long after that conversation he went to a sex club and found a reason to listen to me. I didn’t know that until 10 years later though.
What he saw was a BDSM display. A man had tied a woman up to a wooden board. The man proceeded to discipline her. He used crops and whips and all sort of implements. This was nothing new, of course. Coach had seen this sort of thing and even been part of it before. But it was the manner in which this particular act was done. This man handled this woman with love. He knew her, every nuance of her facial expressions, of her sounds. He knew when she was on the brink of orgasm and he was in control of whether she went over the edge or not. If there were ever a SM event that was sensual as well as sexual this was it.
Coach told me the story a couple of years ago. His description of it made me jealous. I wanted to be that woman. It isn’t about the pain. I want someone who knows me that well. Someone who can read me and know when to push and when to go easy. Someone who could be that sensual.
Turns out that’s what he took from the event too. He went looking for me to tell me that I was right but he didn’t find me. Instead he found the woman who later became his wife. They are happy now and I am happy for them. Happier still that I was right of course!
Sometimes the cure for a lousy sex life might just be a healthy love life.
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Alphabetic confusion
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Posted:Nov 17, 2010 8:00 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2017 7:38 pm
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Believe it or not I had to look up BBW in the urban dictionary.
I have lived a sheltered life, what can I say?
Yes, I can hear you laughing from here.
I had always though the second B was a description of skin color. The rest I could figure out. Lately I’ve seen too many of a different race use the term. That got me questioning every letter.
But I still remain in doubt – are we talking plump in general size, an overly tall woman or are we just describing breasts? And where is the line drawn? Are there women out there who get mad at others for using the term when it doesn’t fit? I mean men occasionally exaggerate their penis size, do women exaggerate their size to attract certain types of men?
I have not earned any of those letters and that’s fine by me. I’m happy with who I am.
AHA!!! That makes me a “HWWIA”!! Maybe I should go change my profile - after I add my new term to the urban dictionary so someone else who has lived a sheltered life can learn something.
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Remember when they used to call it 4 on the floor? There was a reason for that!!
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Posted:Nov 16, 2010 8:47 pm
Last Updated:Jun 13, 2017 7:41 pm
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We all know how much I love speed and power.
And messing with a man who is driving on a lowly two lane road – well that’s what fantasies are made of. Teasing a man while he is trying to concentrate? It might have happened a time or two (or three or…). 
But having a guy mess with ME while I drive? Well let’s just say it depends on the car. I mean, if I’m driving a 2010 Camaro, trust me, no guy is going to get my attention away from that car. That driver’s seat is doing more to my mind, my body and my soul than any man could touch with just his body. Although after the drive that man might just get himself attacked. Now who wouldn’t enjoy getting ridden after already enjoying a nice smooth, fast and powerful ride? A car like that is an aphrodisiac way beyond oysters.
On the other hand my old 1977 Buick LeSabre (first car) had really nice front bench seats. V8 power, a vinyl roof too, for those that remember back that far. But as much sex as was had in that car, the car itself was not sexy.
A sexy car makes a sexy woman. Yes, I know there is more to it than that but trust me – what I drive totally makes my mood. Sometimes the best foreplay is just letting me drive fast and free along a two-lane twisty turny road with little or no traffic and some great music blaring. And if you want me to play with your stick shift when we get home, you might want to keep your hands to yourself while I’m driving. 
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