2005 is over. At lunch today, I was at lunch today and was asked if I had any resolutions.
Typically, I ignore the resolution thing... Yes, I would like to lose weight and exercise more... but I know that I will not keep it up properly....
But what do I want?
I don't know anymore.
I used to be such a prude. Not sexually, I have always explored with the porn king. Until the kids were born our sex life was active. He occasionally had his fits of sullenness... which gave us temporary breaks but still generally, everything was good.
Since the kids, well things are different. I admit, there was a period when I was nursing the kids that I just didn't have my normal impulses... the hormones will do that to you.. But I knew it was important to him and I kept at it... discovered lube as a way to keep things flowing even though my body was not cooperating. I even learned a new tricks to distract him. But all, in all, I was raising simultaneous infants (my kids are 18 months apart), while he was travelling for work.... Oh, and did I mention that I was in graduate school too? No, I am sure I forgot that. It didn't occurr to me to look outside my marriage for sex or anything else...
Then at one point about 6 years ago, the porn king's best friend came into town as he did periodically and we all went out to play. In the afternoon as we were sitting at a bar, he mentioned that he had a feeling that we were going to get into big trouble that night... Maybe even all end up in bed together. This was unusual. We never discussed these kinds of things. I laughed and discouraged him him, pointing out that my body was a nightmare. Two C-sections, a gallbladder removal and hernia repair (all related to child bearing) had taken their toll... that I had Frankenstein's abdomen. I forgot all about it... until we were in the cab dropping him off at his hotel. When we got there he leaned over me (as the short one, I sat in the middle) and gave the porn king a hand shake and many shoulder shake (it would be easier if men could just hug). I expected the same. But instead, I got soft lips exploring mine. A tongue sliding past my teeth and joining with mine. I was shocked, stunned. This was my husband's best friend and he was kissing me and I was kissing him back and my husband was sitting right next to me. I was torn. Should I reach over and rub his cock through his slacks? But as I was trying to decide he ended the kiss and left the cab. We headed home.
Since that time, I have never been so nonchalant about sex and fidelity again. I also learned some things. For one, I am not immune to that rush of excitement that comes with a first kiss. That despite my understanding otherwise, I am still considered attractive to men... All of them? No, but then no woman is desired by all... The last thing that I learned was something that has been worst of all. My husband pays no attention to me in the slightest. To this day, he is unaware of that kiss. Even though he was right there during it. As a result, I sometimes have wondered if I am invisible.
As time has pressed on and things have deteriorated between us, the memory of his lack of attention has grated on me the most. Being ignored by someone who is supposed to love you makes you feel dead. And I have felt that way. I have moments when I have been able to feel alive again but then that sense of invisibility returns. And I am so tired of it.
So my resolution for 2006 is to feel alive again.
Saturday, December 31, 2005
Wednesday, December 28, 2005
I get sluttier all the time....
| Your Kissing Purity Score: 14% Pure |
 For you, it's all kiss and no talk. You're in a permanent lip lock. |
How does this happen when I haven't been touched in so long?
Tuesday, December 27, 2005
Merry Christmas belatedly
The in-laws have left. WHEE! Now I can put my house back together the way I like it, instead of having everything put away where it "belongs".
I didn't get anything remotely sexy for Christmas... A cocktail shaker and tool set, some wicked looking cheese knives and an electric fondue pot (the porn king fears my use of fire around the house.... Geez, you scorch on cookbook and then get labeled as a pyro).
Surprisingly, there were no fights or even arguments. The grandmothers danced the evening away after dinner. The big downside was that I fell asleep at the table.
Ooops too much work.
I didn't get anything remotely sexy for Christmas... A cocktail shaker and tool set, some wicked looking cheese knives and an electric fondue pot (the porn king fears my use of fire around the house.... Geez, you scorch on cookbook and then get labeled as a pyro).
Surprisingly, there were no fights or even arguments. The grandmothers danced the evening away after dinner. The big downside was that I fell asleep at the table.
Ooops too much work.
Friday, December 23, 2005
Will someone please touch me?
I have these to offer.... I love to touch skin. I love to lick and explore. Unfortunately, I am stuck here in the house, with my kids who are mainlining candy and bouncing off the walls, the porn king who is trying to control everyone and everything, and my in-laws who are quietly re-arranging my house and drinking my liquor. Merry Freaking Christmas!
Tuesday, December 20, 2005
Monday, December 19, 2005
Holiday Party
Yeah, we went to the porn kings holiday party. Like all events with my delightful husband, it started wonderfully. Nice restaurant. Nice people. Good Food.... ooops too many drinks. Yup that is the element that fucks it up every time.
We started the day well enough. He took me shopping for an outfit for the party. Of course, I can't pick out what I want. He has an idea about a certain look. And apparently it is for me to look like Cathy Bates. Now don't get me wrong. She is a lovely woman and a fine actress, but I have actually seen her in person and I am a zippier dresser than she. Plus she is older than I am. So we negotiated our way through and everything was fine.
When I got hope I mixed the new slacks with an old black lace top and the effect was stunning. And then dinner was delightful. I met a lot of nice people, including a woman who looks very much like me. Very odd. We were both surprised.
Then came the kicker of the evening. I should point out that my babysitter needed to get back home as she had school in the morning. So I left the porn king at the party and headed back. It was about 1am. At about 4 there was a knock on the door. Apparently my twit husband forgot that he had both a key and a cell phone and when his jiggling of the door did not bring me lay down and slept in the hall. He was returned to me by security. Charming.
As if this wasn't enough, I then got a diatribe from the git about how lousy I am. That he had been trying to reach me for 5 hours -- not possibly given the time frame. oh and I checked my phone -- no call, so I guess he didn't try too hard to reach me. Oh, and I got to hear what an ungrateful slut I am too. He does sooo much for me and I give nothing back.
That is about the end for me. I am staying here, because of the kids, but I have reached my limit of understanding. For 20 years I have given loyalty, respect, love and help. I helped him achieve his career goals and financial dream and still all he can talk about is how I have not done enough for him. How he can sit in judgement of me when he has spent the last 5 years ignoring and neglecting me and our marriage. Now he gets none of it. I am done.
We started the day well enough. He took me shopping for an outfit for the party. Of course, I can't pick out what I want. He has an idea about a certain look. And apparently it is for me to look like Cathy Bates. Now don't get me wrong. She is a lovely woman and a fine actress, but I have actually seen her in person and I am a zippier dresser than she. Plus she is older than I am. So we negotiated our way through and everything was fine.
When I got hope I mixed the new slacks with an old black lace top and the effect was stunning. And then dinner was delightful. I met a lot of nice people, including a woman who looks very much like me. Very odd. We were both surprised.
Then came the kicker of the evening. I should point out that my babysitter needed to get back home as she had school in the morning. So I left the porn king at the party and headed back. It was about 1am. At about 4 there was a knock on the door. Apparently my twit husband forgot that he had both a key and a cell phone and when his jiggling of the door did not bring me lay down and slept in the hall. He was returned to me by security. Charming.
As if this wasn't enough, I then got a diatribe from the git about how lousy I am. That he had been trying to reach me for 5 hours -- not possibly given the time frame. oh and I checked my phone -- no call, so I guess he didn't try too hard to reach me. Oh, and I got to hear what an ungrateful slut I am too. He does sooo much for me and I give nothing back.
That is about the end for me. I am staying here, because of the kids, but I have reached my limit of understanding. For 20 years I have given loyalty, respect, love and help. I helped him achieve his career goals and financial dream and still all he can talk about is how I have not done enough for him. How he can sit in judgement of me when he has spent the last 5 years ignoring and neglecting me and our marriage. Now he gets none of it. I am done.
Thursday, December 15, 2005
Bad, bad
What a bad, bad, slut I have been....
It has been two weeks since I posted. I was reminded of this from an email from the folks at Poetic License.
What to do to atone?
How about celebrating Half Naked Thursday?
Although I must confess that I was completely naked when I took this picture. This was one of my first attempts at a self portrait (although I have made it fancier now). I took it and sent it to the porn king urging him to hurry home to me. It struck me as a natural given his affinity for breasts and porn in general. Sadly, my attempt to make him hot was rebuffed. Poor me. Hopefully someone out there will enjoy it.
Thursday, December 01, 2005
Saturday, November 26, 2005
I wonder....
Do you think there is a connection between my power color in the previous post being list as tangerine and the color of my bedding?
| Your Birthdate: February 5 |
 Your strength: Your superhuman brainpower Your weakness: Your susceptibility to boredom Your power color: Tangerine Your power symbol: Ace Your power month: May |
What Does Your Birth Date Mean?
Uh Oh.
Mom and Dad took the kids....
What ever will the porn king and I talk about?
This never bodes well.
I wanted to cook duck. But since he doesn't like it, he isn't interested. I pointed out that sometimes it isn't about him and it would be a kindness to indulge me occassionally. I was accused of trying to start a fight.
So I think I will just do as I am told and try to keep my mouth shut as usual.
What ever will the porn king and I talk about?
This never bodes well.
I wanted to cook duck. But since he doesn't like it, he isn't interested. I pointed out that sometimes it isn't about him and it would be a kindness to indulge me occassionally. I was accused of trying to start a fight.
So I think I will just do as I am told and try to keep my mouth shut as usual.
Monday, November 21, 2005
To JMS
Happy Birthday Baby!
Hope you have a good one!
Kisses,
LushlyMe.
(how is that for an exceptionally old picture)
Sunday, November 20, 2005
WHEE!
I finally got the header to look the way that I wanted. And it only took an entire day to do it!
Saturday, November 19, 2005
Tag back DMc
and you ask, "Are you ready"? The sensations running through my body make it impossible for me to say anything but yes.
You gently lower me to the bed and lovingly suckle on my full breasts. I moan at the feelings your are stirring deep in me. I writhe beneath your touch you excite my body. As you continue working on my nipples you reach down into my core and feel the excitement you have created. I am hot and wet for you and you have only been touching me for short moments. But you want more. You dampen your fingers in my wetness and explore my throbbing center. You tease my body as you find your way to my clitoris which is swollen with the lust you have excited in me. Gently you begin to encircle the tender bud. Slowly at first, then as you see my desire rise you increase both the speed and intensity. As you continue to nibble and suck on me I feel as though I am stretched taut and about to break. As if knowing how close I am to losing control you reach out and squeeze my other nipple.
The additional sensation is all that it takes for me to explode. Stars pass before my eyes as my body spasms in ecstasy. I hear myself screaming with joy as my body releases the old tensions and begs for more of your attentions. "Please baby," you hear me say, "Please give me more".
What will you do?
You gently lower me to the bed and lovingly suckle on my full breasts. I moan at the feelings your are stirring deep in me. I writhe beneath your touch you excite my body. As you continue working on my nipples you reach down into my core and feel the excitement you have created. I am hot and wet for you and you have only been touching me for short moments. But you want more. You dampen your fingers in my wetness and explore my throbbing center. You tease my body as you find your way to my clitoris which is swollen with the lust you have excited in me. Gently you begin to encircle the tender bud. Slowly at first, then as you see my desire rise you increase both the speed and intensity. As you continue to nibble and suck on me I feel as though I am stretched taut and about to break. As if knowing how close I am to losing control you reach out and squeeze my other nipple.
The additional sensation is all that it takes for me to explode. Stars pass before my eyes as my body spasms in ecstasy. I hear myself screaming with joy as my body releases the old tensions and begs for more of your attentions. "Please baby," you hear me say, "Please give me more".
What will you do?
My turn S
From our nest down and linens we explore each other with leisurely joy. Every square inch is an exercise in delight as we imprint this moment into our memory. How long will it be until we have another? Will we have another?
Your skin so supple under my touch begs for attention. So I answer its call. I explore every inch of you. My fingers roam your chest from your broad shoulders down your handsome length to your your waist. As my hands begin to roam below your waist I hear your breath become more shallow. Do you want me to touch you there? You remain amazingly still as my fingers glided nearer your hardness. I think you do want me to touch you. I can feel your body trembling as I get closer. I reach out and run a finger up the length of you. You shudder in anticipation.
The tip of your cock begins to glisten with moisture. I lean over and lick it away and then continue to glide my tongue around as I drink in your tangy sweetness. My hand slides up and your hard shaft as I continue swirl my tongue around your thick head. Soon I am licking up and down your hot length.
Are you enjoying this?
Your skin so supple under my touch begs for attention. So I answer its call. I explore every inch of you. My fingers roam your chest from your broad shoulders down your handsome length to your your waist. As my hands begin to roam below your waist I hear your breath become more shallow. Do you want me to touch you there? You remain amazingly still as my fingers glided nearer your hardness. I think you do want me to touch you. I can feel your body trembling as I get closer. I reach out and run a finger up the length of you. You shudder in anticipation.
The tip of your cock begins to glisten with moisture. I lean over and lick it away and then continue to glide my tongue around as I drink in your tangy sweetness. My hand slides up and your hard shaft as I continue swirl my tongue around your thick head. Soon I am licking up and down your hot length.
Are you enjoying this?
Thursday, November 17, 2005
Tag
Ok, my anonymous friend, I am getting ready to lay back down in my soft comfortable bed. I am naked and ready to be ravished. Tell me what you think would be fun and then I will tell you what I think would make it even MORE fun. What do you think? I think it is like erotic tag. You're it!
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
| Your Ultimate Purity Test 2.0 Score Is... | ||||
| Your Score: | Average For All Users | Average For All Straight Moderate Married Pink-Skinned 36 to 42-Year old Females (9 total) | ||
| Dating | 26.92% | 33.3% | 19.66% | Dated seriously |
| Self-Lovin' | 43.94% | 61.68% | 47.64% | When I think about you - or anyone - I touch myself |
| Shamelessness | 51.61% | 78.01% | 59.5% | It takes a couple of drinks |
| Sex Drive | 54.76% | 76.01% | 59.52% | A fool for love, but not always |
| Straightness | 11.11% | 40.46% | 10.08% | Knows the other body type like a map |
| Gayness | 27.78% | 79.56% | 57.41% | At least one weekend of ecstasy |
| Dominant | 80% | 87.55% | 75.55% | Afraid to cross at "Don't Walk" signs |
| Submissive | 76.19% | 87.99% | 70.9% | Submits to no one... almost |
| Fucking Sick | 86.73% | 90.4% | 82.2% | Refreshingly normal |
| Total Score | 55.89% | 74.53% | 58.26% | |
| Take The Ultimate Purity Test 2.0 and see how you match up! (By The Ferrett) | ||||
Sunday, November 06, 2005
Why?
Is it that the porn king only seems interested in me when I am at my most self-sufficient? Last week I took my life in my own hands. No more waiting around. No more begging.
I took some time to enjoy myself at the park. It was beautiful. The sun shone. The leaves were brightly colored and rustling in the light breeze. The water of the lake glistened. The windows of the car were fogged despite the coolness of the day with passion. It was lovely. Time for me.
I also took some time while cleaning the car. It was warm and balmy in the garage. While I stripped while laying in the back seat. Enjoying the feeling of the leather against my skin. Playing with my warm skin and a really big dildo. Ok. While I agree that size does not matter when there is no one to kiss you back or otherwise touch you... you might as well go with all the size you can get. I was a little concerned about being caught. But then, wouldn't be wonderful to be bent over the hood of my car with a long hard cock buried deep in my tight ass. Well a girl can dream.
I took some time to enjoy myself at the park. It was beautiful. The sun shone. The leaves were brightly colored and rustling in the light breeze. The water of the lake glistened. The windows of the car were fogged despite the coolness of the day with passion. It was lovely. Time for me.
I also took some time while cleaning the car. It was warm and balmy in the garage. While I stripped while laying in the back seat. Enjoying the feeling of the leather against my skin. Playing with my warm skin and a really big dildo. Ok. While I agree that size does not matter when there is no one to kiss you back or otherwise touch you... you might as well go with all the size you can get. I was a little concerned about being caught. But then, wouldn't be wonderful to be bent over the hood of my car with a long hard cock buried deep in my tight ass. Well a girl can dream.
Tuesday, November 01, 2005
Halloween
Nice costume? Snuggled up to the porn king wearing it yesterday.... Nothing. I got laid on Sunday. What am I thinking of?
No Life, continued
Well it has been an interesting couple of days. After having dinner recently with my friend who claims that I have no life, I have discovered that she has attempted online dating. Not only that, but on a place where I have a profile. The porn king knows about this profile, and while not thrilled (since I have had it for while) has decided that i he only has time to talk to me 10 minutes a day (as sometimes will happen) or continues to call people on the phone when I thought I was conversing with him (has happened too many times to count), he had best lighten up about my need for interaction with people.
So to hear my friend has a profile on this site made us both raise our eyebrows. Now frankly, I have discovered that site is very female driven. There are about 100 men for every woman. So even a fat, old hag such as myself has chatted with some amazing, handsome men of all ages. Yes, I do tend to avoid men who sound like they are rappers, the illiterate and boys young enough to be my son. I am not looking for the male version of myself. I am looking for friendship and common understanding.
My friend lives a life full of rules...lots of 'em. Which is cool. When I have tried to fix her up with a guy a knew she decided that he was keeping a big secret (yeah, that I knew what was going on... and a little more.. but that is my secret) She has been sure to point this out whenever she is on the prowl.... no more men like that. Well fine. I stopped making suggestions.
What happened is that she ended up hooking up with a 30 year old virgin that was hung like Mini Me. Upon hearing that she had been on the same site, I promptly went home to look for her profile (which I never found since she totally lied to me about her user name). It was the first time I had been on the site in a couple of months, since a. it is hard to chat with kiddies all around all summer and b. the porn king has been home for the most part since I returned and c. another friend had asked me not to go chat with strangers for the time being. So when I got on I had 1,000 emails from men and couples all over the world.
Who has no life now?
So to hear my friend has a profile on this site made us both raise our eyebrows. Now frankly, I have discovered that site is very female driven. There are about 100 men for every woman. So even a fat, old hag such as myself has chatted with some amazing, handsome men of all ages. Yes, I do tend to avoid men who sound like they are rappers, the illiterate and boys young enough to be my son. I am not looking for the male version of myself. I am looking for friendship and common understanding.
My friend lives a life full of rules...lots of 'em. Which is cool. When I have tried to fix her up with a guy a knew she decided that he was keeping a big secret (yeah, that I knew what was going on... and a little more.. but that is my secret) She has been sure to point this out whenever she is on the prowl.... no more men like that. Well fine. I stopped making suggestions.
What happened is that she ended up hooking up with a 30 year old virgin that was hung like Mini Me. Upon hearing that she had been on the same site, I promptly went home to look for her profile (which I never found since she totally lied to me about her user name). It was the first time I had been on the site in a couple of months, since a. it is hard to chat with kiddies all around all summer and b. the porn king has been home for the most part since I returned and c. another friend had asked me not to go chat with strangers for the time being. So when I got on I had 1,000 emails from men and couples all over the world.
Who has no life now?
Saturday, October 29, 2005
I have a life
ok
I don't have a job anymore. The porn kind works strangely. Sometimes he travels all the time. When he travels he covers the globe without warning and without a time limit. These little details are considered my issue.
I have a girlfriend, M. Love her. She loves me.
But currently she is obsessed that I have no life. I am the mother of 2. 3 if you count the porn king. and he should be included. I run hither and yon dealing with girlie bullshit. This is my job. This is my life... So to be told that my obsession with my children is an indicationthat I have no life truly pisses me off.
Thoughts? or is it true I have no life?
I don't have a job anymore. The porn kind works strangely. Sometimes he travels all the time. When he travels he covers the globe without warning and without a time limit. These little details are considered my issue.
I have a girlfriend, M. Love her. She loves me.
But currently she is obsessed that I have no life. I am the mother of 2. 3 if you count the porn king. and he should be included. I run hither and yon dealing with girlie bullshit. This is my job. This is my life... So to be told that my obsession with my children is an indicationthat I have no life truly pisses me off.
Thoughts? or is it true I have no life?
Friday, October 28, 2005
frustration
Not sure what to say.
I had one of those "come to Jesus" talks with the porn king where I explained that I have been lonely and at my living end. He allegedly understands. But is really busy at the moment. I think I have explained quite explicitly that life is full of of moments. To me, this means that he continues to ignore me. He thinks that as soon as his "deal" goes through everything will go right back to normal again. I have been waiting 4 years. I am not holding my breath at this point.
The fact is, that we get along quite swimmingly about non personal issues. Maybe the best you can hope for from a spouse is a friend. It is the question of fidelity that makes the situation murky.
What is better?
Loyalty (which I believe is different than fidelity) or
Fidelity..
Frankly I would prefer Loyalty. Fidelity from him, I have. It gets me no where. Loyalty, I don't have. Anytime I have ever had a disagreement with family, friends, YMCA employees, or random strangers he has been quick to take that person's side. The worst situations have been with my in-laws. They pretty much have carte blanche to say anything that they want to me. After all, if I object there is no one to support me.
I have been called a bad mother for working, for breastfeeding, for moving their bedrooms... you name it. It has been done. When I complain, bitch or argue back, I get this wall of crap from the porn king. I must have misunderstood; English isn't his father's first language (but he HAS been speaking it since 1951); I am too sensitive, etc., etc.
I have had to deal with virtually every kiddie situation alone. I brought the first girl home from the hospital alone. And no, I will NEVER LET THAT GO. She was premature and I was recovering from surgery myself. I needed him and he wasn't there.
I want to be important to him and cherished. I want to needed and desired. I am not. Do I give up waiting for him to realize this marriage is busted and care enought to want to do something about it.
I had one of those "come to Jesus" talks with the porn king where I explained that I have been lonely and at my living end. He allegedly understands. But is really busy at the moment. I think I have explained quite explicitly that life is full of of moments. To me, this means that he continues to ignore me. He thinks that as soon as his "deal" goes through everything will go right back to normal again. I have been waiting 4 years. I am not holding my breath at this point.
The fact is, that we get along quite swimmingly about non personal issues. Maybe the best you can hope for from a spouse is a friend. It is the question of fidelity that makes the situation murky.
What is better?
Loyalty (which I believe is different than fidelity) or
Fidelity..
Frankly I would prefer Loyalty. Fidelity from him, I have. It gets me no where. Loyalty, I don't have. Anytime I have ever had a disagreement with family, friends, YMCA employees, or random strangers he has been quick to take that person's side. The worst situations have been with my in-laws. They pretty much have carte blanche to say anything that they want to me. After all, if I object there is no one to support me.
I have been called a bad mother for working, for breastfeeding, for moving their bedrooms... you name it. It has been done. When I complain, bitch or argue back, I get this wall of crap from the porn king. I must have misunderstood; English isn't his father's first language (but he HAS been speaking it since 1951); I am too sensitive, etc., etc.
I have had to deal with virtually every kiddie situation alone. I brought the first girl home from the hospital alone. And no, I will NEVER LET THAT GO. She was premature and I was recovering from surgery myself. I needed him and he wasn't there.
I want to be important to him and cherished. I want to needed and desired. I am not. Do I give up waiting for him to realize this marriage is busted and care enought to want to do something about it.
Tuesday, October 25, 2005
I have wanted to blog over the last few days.
I want to say something insightful. But the well has been dry. I am feeling drained. The porn king continues on negotiating a deal for the sale of his company. In the last 5 years he has poured virtually all of his energy into this endeavor. He has given up a meaningful relationship with his girls. Traded our marriage. And risked all of our well-beings on this venture. Now that it is time to sell...well he wants to get the deal done and doesn't want to haggle about the price. Even though there was an original agreement discussed with much sweeter terms.
I am angry that my sacrifices have been sold so cheaply. And he is mad at me as a result.
Add to this the everyday traumas of dealing with a preteen.
I have cried all day.
Only my little girl has noticed or cared.
And unfortunately it has not been enough for me.
I need more at this point.
I want to say something insightful. But the well has been dry. I am feeling drained. The porn king continues on negotiating a deal for the sale of his company. In the last 5 years he has poured virtually all of his energy into this endeavor. He has given up a meaningful relationship with his girls. Traded our marriage. And risked all of our well-beings on this venture. Now that it is time to sell...well he wants to get the deal done and doesn't want to haggle about the price. Even though there was an original agreement discussed with much sweeter terms.
I am angry that my sacrifices have been sold so cheaply. And he is mad at me as a result.
Add to this the everyday traumas of dealing with a preteen.
I have cried all day.
Only my little girl has noticed or cared.
And unfortunately it has not been enough for me.
I need more at this point.
Sunday, October 23, 2005
And?
| Your Ideal Relationship is Polyamory |
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Thursday, October 20, 2005
Questions
Are we right for assuming that a marriage can stay happy forever.
Throughout history, marriage was about protection for women or the transfer of property. Love and romance were never considered something that was expected. These things could be found, discretely outside of marriage if one was lucky or rich enough to be able to flaunt the rules.
Years ago, I though that I would have a marriage would be happy and last... sucker that I was. Now I am finding myself, in a platonic relationship. I feel more like a servant than wife. I used to try to work extra hard to keep the lines of communication between us open. I used to try to be agreeable to things that he was interested in to keep the connection. I stopped a while ago. I stopped trying to jump him. I got tired being told no, that he was tired. I take care of my own sexual needs at this point. He doesn't even seem to notice. He doesn't notice that I am not angry that this relationship is disintegrating. He doesn't ask why. or even that is collapsing.
I am not sure what to do anymore. I would prefer to be more honest. But I am not sure that it would get me anywhere. I am feeling lonely and lost.
Throughout history, marriage was about protection for women or the transfer of property. Love and romance were never considered something that was expected. These things could be found, discretely outside of marriage if one was lucky or rich enough to be able to flaunt the rules.
Years ago, I though that I would have a marriage would be happy and last... sucker that I was. Now I am finding myself, in a platonic relationship. I feel more like a servant than wife. I used to try to work extra hard to keep the lines of communication between us open. I used to try to be agreeable to things that he was interested in to keep the connection. I stopped a while ago. I stopped trying to jump him. I got tired being told no, that he was tired. I take care of my own sexual needs at this point. He doesn't even seem to notice. He doesn't notice that I am not angry that this relationship is disintegrating. He doesn't ask why. or even that is collapsing.
I am not sure what to do anymore. I would prefer to be more honest. But I am not sure that it would get me anywhere. I am feeling lonely and lost.
Sunday, October 16, 2005
What I like
I am a simple kind of girl...
I like long, soft wet kisses
My skin being touched by soft fabric, the back of your fingernails, your wet lips or any other part of your body
I like to feel special to you
I like to have my nipples gently sucked on
I like my clit rubbed with wet fingers
I want to be deeply penetrated
and suckle your hard rod and give my body, heart and soul to you
but
I don't want to beg for your attention.
It breaks my heart and kills my soul.
And destroys what we have had
I like long, soft wet kisses
My skin being touched by soft fabric, the back of your fingernails, your wet lips or any other part of your body
I like to feel special to you
I like to have my nipples gently sucked on
I like my clit rubbed with wet fingers
I want to be deeply penetrated
and suckle your hard rod and give my body, heart and soul to you
but
I don't want to beg for your attention.
It breaks my heart and kills my soul.
And destroys what we have had
Tuesday, October 04, 2005
I said I liked the spotted dick!
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Wednesday, September 14, 2005
Silly but true
| What Your Underwear Says About You |
 You're a total rebel who doesn't conform to any rules. P.S. - It's a jungle down there! You're also way too lazy to do your laundry more than a few times a year. |
Hello? Anybody Out There?
This is sooo not right.
Who do I have to blow around here to get some sexual attention around here?
Well obvious the porn king is an obvious choice, but frankly, I am tired of begging him and when he does want something it is more in the range of masturbation.
I need the kissing, the touching, the wild fucking and the gentle lovemaking.
Is that too much to ask for?
I am not hideous. I am reasonably good in bed, experimental even. I am horny and ready to blow at any moment. Isn't that what men want in their lovers?
GGGRRRRR!
Who do I have to blow around here to get some sexual attention around here?
Well obvious the porn king is an obvious choice, but frankly, I am tired of begging him and when he does want something it is more in the range of masturbation.
I need the kissing, the touching, the wild fucking and the gentle lovemaking.
Is that too much to ask for?
I am not hideous. I am reasonably good in bed, experimental even. I am horny and ready to blow at any moment. Isn't that what men want in their lovers?
GGGRRRRR!
Tuesday, September 13, 2005
Why do I Fucking Bother?
Why do I:
Try to keep this house clean, when no one has to help.
Try to fix good, healthy meals for which no one has to even help me set or clear the table and then refuses to eat.
Try to make my ungrateful children or husband happy.
Wait for my satisfaction when no one else cares about my needs or feelings.
I give up for today.
Try to keep this house clean, when no one has to help.
Try to fix good, healthy meals for which no one has to even help me set or clear the table and then refuses to eat.
Try to make my ungrateful children or husband happy.
Wait for my satisfaction when no one else cares about my needs or feelings.
I give up for today.
Monday, September 12, 2005
Too much?
It is hotter than blue blazes here again and the AC is on. But since, the AC sucks in this house, that means that we are all once again sleeping downstairs. Kids on the aero bed in the dining room... hubby and I on the couches.
Things are nice and cool down here.
The problem is that I am horny as hell...
Do you think anyone will notice if I masturbate on my lonely little couch? Will it damage my children forever? Damn, I was afraid of that...
OK... but then I will just do it after they leave for school.
Things are nice and cool down here.
The problem is that I am horny as hell...
Do you think anyone will notice if I masturbate on my lonely little couch? Will it damage my children forever? Damn, I was afraid of that...
OK... but then I will just do it after they leave for school.
Monday, September 05, 2005
Wednesday, August 31, 2005
This seems to sum up my relationships
Ode to My Woman
Steve Martin
Saturday Night Live
May 20, 1989
Ode to My Woman
When a man meets the woman he loves, everything changes. His heart races, his head spins, and suddenly all the dozens and dozens of women he's sleeping with no longer matter. A few years ago, I found the woman I love, and I've put some of my feelings into this little ode.
Every man needs a woman, and I need you --
to lift me when I am sad,
to comfort me when I am down,
to clean me when I am drunk,
to walk beside me when I want to look like I'm not gay,
to walk in front of me when I need someone to act as a human windbreak,
to kiss me when I am horny,
to massage me when I am tense and/or horny,
to make me horny when I am not horny, and then to watch me fall asleep.
I need you darling to clean between my toes when they are not cleaned to my satisfaction,
to pick the nits out of my hair when I have head lice,
to try milk for me when I am not sure of the expiration date,
to be there when I need you to be there, and to be out of town the rest of the time.
My darling, although it may seem sentimental, I want to take this moment to tell you I love you -- because I don't want to lose half my stuff. And even though you are far away across the ocean, I always have this [pointing to ring finger where there is no wedding ring] to remind me --[realizes the ring is not there] sorry [and hides hand].
Goodnight, my love.
Steve Martin
Saturday Night Live
May 20, 1989
Ode to My Woman
When a man meets the woman he loves, everything changes. His heart races, his head spins, and suddenly all the dozens and dozens of women he's sleeping with no longer matter. A few years ago, I found the woman I love, and I've put some of my feelings into this little ode.
Every man needs a woman, and I need you --
to lift me when I am sad,
to comfort me when I am down,
to clean me when I am drunk,
to walk beside me when I want to look like I'm not gay,
to walk in front of me when I need someone to act as a human windbreak,
to kiss me when I am horny,
to massage me when I am tense and/or horny,
to make me horny when I am not horny, and then to watch me fall asleep.
I need you darling to clean between my toes when they are not cleaned to my satisfaction,
to pick the nits out of my hair when I have head lice,
to try milk for me when I am not sure of the expiration date,
to be there when I need you to be there, and to be out of town the rest of the time.
My darling, although it may seem sentimental, I want to take this moment to tell you I love you -- because I don't want to lose half my stuff. And even though you are far away across the ocean, I always have this [pointing to ring finger where there is no wedding ring] to remind me --[realizes the ring is not there] sorry [and hides hand].
Goodnight, my love.
Tuesday, August 30, 2005
Joining
Is it wrong to want to be kissed and touched?
To have a man sidle up behind me, put his hands on my hips and gently kiss the back of my neck and behind my ear? To have him work his kisses down my neck as he slides his hands up my body to cup my breasts in his hands. Enjoying the feeling of my fleshy mounds spill over between his strong fingers.
Is it wrong to enjoy surrendering my body to him. Encouraging his erection through the soft twill of his slacks. Listening to him groan softly. Knowing he wants me as much as I want him. Smelling the clean scent of his body, knowing that he has been thinking of touching me since he woke up this morning, showering alone, his hard erection anticipating my soft body and my desire.
He is not my man. I have no right to dream of him. To want to taste his mouth or enjoy him sucking on my tongue and full lips. Yet I do want him. In fact, I need him. I need this. Our quiet exchange of need and desire.
I need him suckling on my hard nipples. I love the feeling him spreading my legs and opening my body to his mouth. Gently exploring my wet folds of flesh. Hearing him savoring the taste of my sweetness and his tongue meanders at my core until he feels my body jump at the electric impulse created when his tongue finally, gently, swirls around my clitoris. Whimpering as he applies himself to my pleasure.
He loves making my body writhes beneath him knowing it will be just a few moments more until I beg him for more.
I can't stand the sweetness anymore. I need something hard and fast. But he knows this. He knew that he was making me this hot. Just like he knew that I would beg. For his wet kiss. For his hard cock.
And he gives me both. Tasting myself on his lips and feeling him glide deeply into me. Joining our bodies until we are connected.
I am not his woman. He doesn't have the right to dream of me, to imagine the tangy taste of my desire. To ache for my mouth on his hot body. But we can't stop. Our mutual needs connect us.
My need to bring him pleasure and peace urges me on. He is mine right now.
Pulling him to me. Surging upward to meet his downward thrust. His desire is a strong as mine and my desire to please him matches his for me. Hard, fast, slick, hot. We twist and grasp each other until we our eyes lock together as we reach the critical peak.
His lips cover mine as I scream. The kiss, a promise neither of us can keep. But for now, as he smiles into my eyes and fills me wetly and deeply, we can enjoy the pleasures that can only be found in the body of another.
To have a man sidle up behind me, put his hands on my hips and gently kiss the back of my neck and behind my ear? To have him work his kisses down my neck as he slides his hands up my body to cup my breasts in his hands. Enjoying the feeling of my fleshy mounds spill over between his strong fingers.
Is it wrong to enjoy surrendering my body to him. Encouraging his erection through the soft twill of his slacks. Listening to him groan softly. Knowing he wants me as much as I want him. Smelling the clean scent of his body, knowing that he has been thinking of touching me since he woke up this morning, showering alone, his hard erection anticipating my soft body and my desire.
He is not my man. I have no right to dream of him. To want to taste his mouth or enjoy him sucking on my tongue and full lips. Yet I do want him. In fact, I need him. I need this. Our quiet exchange of need and desire.
I need him suckling on my hard nipples. I love the feeling him spreading my legs and opening my body to his mouth. Gently exploring my wet folds of flesh. Hearing him savoring the taste of my sweetness and his tongue meanders at my core until he feels my body jump at the electric impulse created when his tongue finally, gently, swirls around my clitoris. Whimpering as he applies himself to my pleasure.
He loves making my body writhes beneath him knowing it will be just a few moments more until I beg him for more.
I can't stand the sweetness anymore. I need something hard and fast. But he knows this. He knew that he was making me this hot. Just like he knew that I would beg. For his wet kiss. For his hard cock.
And he gives me both. Tasting myself on his lips and feeling him glide deeply into me. Joining our bodies until we are connected.
I am not his woman. He doesn't have the right to dream of me, to imagine the tangy taste of my desire. To ache for my mouth on his hot body. But we can't stop. Our mutual needs connect us.
My need to bring him pleasure and peace urges me on. He is mine right now.
Pulling him to me. Surging upward to meet his downward thrust. His desire is a strong as mine and my desire to please him matches his for me. Hard, fast, slick, hot. We twist and grasp each other until we our eyes lock together as we reach the critical peak.
His lips cover mine as I scream. The kiss, a promise neither of us can keep. But for now, as he smiles into my eyes and fills me wetly and deeply, we can enjoy the pleasures that can only be found in the body of another.
Monday, August 29, 2005
Why is it that fall makes me horny?
Is it because after weeks of having any sexual impulse sucked out of me by an extended trip to the inlaws I feel free again.
or
Could it be after weeks of having any sexual impulse sucked out of me by my darling children they are finally and oh so divinely back in school.
Either way I believe not having any sexual impulse sucked out of me is the key!
The question is what do I do with these impulses? Act on them, begging the porn king for attention or looking else where?
Is it because after weeks of having any sexual impulse sucked out of me by an extended trip to the inlaws I feel free again.
or
Could it be after weeks of having any sexual impulse sucked out of me by my darling children they are finally and oh so divinely back in school.
Either way I believe not having any sexual impulse sucked out of me is the key!
The question is what do I do with these impulses? Act on them, begging the porn king for attention or looking else where?
Monday, August 22, 2005
Saturday, August 20, 2005
Honestly
Like an idiot I am checking out the kids blogs while he is looking at porn... well I guess that is why I call him the porn king...
But truly... I have been here 3 weeks, he has actually been in town the entire time. So I am thinking his travel schedule has nothing to do with our lack of a sex life... Oh fine to be technical there has been some sex. but it was largely mutual masturbation and one occurrence of actual fully realized intercourse. That is assuming you don't mind forgoing both kissing and need more than 3 minutes of foreplay. And sadly, I have learned to do without both.
Oh and assuming ANYONE out there is keeping track. (and I am pretty sure that you aren't) I have finished reading:
Sarah Vowell's The Partly Cloudy Patriot
Wow! I am really loving her work! LOVE, LOVE, LOVE. I think that she is living somewhere in the back of my head except that I, live her twin can bake, procreate and drive. Read it!
and
Allison DuBois', Don't Kiss Them Goodbye
As a person who loves the t.v. show Medium, I was naturally drawn to this book. It is wild to find how real the t.v. story and how amazing it is to consider all the gifts that people around us possess.
or course, I am not allowed too feel to good so I am currently working on:
Michael Christopher Carroll's Lab 257: The Disturbing Story of the Government's Secret Germ Laboratory
Fuck!
This place is just 30 or so miles from where I am now... its amazing the crap they are allowed to play with (largely unsupervised) and few controls they had on there work in the 70's and 80's.
But truly... I have been here 3 weeks, he has actually been in town the entire time. So I am thinking his travel schedule has nothing to do with our lack of a sex life... Oh fine to be technical there has been some sex. but it was largely mutual masturbation and one occurrence of actual fully realized intercourse. That is assuming you don't mind forgoing both kissing and need more than 3 minutes of foreplay. And sadly, I have learned to do without both.
Oh and assuming ANYONE out there is keeping track. (and I am pretty sure that you aren't) I have finished reading:
Sarah Vowell's The Partly Cloudy Patriot
Wow! I am really loving her work! LOVE, LOVE, LOVE. I think that she is living somewhere in the back of my head except that I, live her twin can bake, procreate and drive. Read it!
and
Allison DuBois', Don't Kiss Them Goodbye
As a person who loves the t.v. show Medium, I was naturally drawn to this book. It is wild to find how real the t.v. story and how amazing it is to consider all the gifts that people around us possess.
or course, I am not allowed too feel to good so I am currently working on:
Michael Christopher Carroll's Lab 257: The Disturbing Story of the Government's Secret Germ Laboratory
Fuck!
This place is just 30 or so miles from where I am now... its amazing the crap they are allowed to play with (largely unsupervised) and few controls they had on there work in the 70's and 80's.
Sunday, August 14, 2005
More Books...F@*$
Another horny week reading, reading, reading....
The only thing going to interrupt my long week was a lovely evening out... over-eating and over-drinking... resulting in me being sick... well at least it decreased my horniness for 24 hours anyway.
In the meantime, I finished (more or less) the following...
Cunt by Inga Mascio... Ok... I actually didn't finish this... after a while I just got sick of all of the cuntlovin'
sister groove. Can you tell I didn't take a woman studies class in college. Hell, I am not sure they even offered one... but I am sure this would be the perfect reading material.
Also The Book of the Seven Delights by Betina Krahn. I don't know why... but my romance novels have been distinctly unsatisfying lately... and this was no exception. It must be something about the conservatives having too much power but suddenly there is virtually no good sex scenes written into these books... I vaguely remember reading something by this woman before... and I had a favorable remembrance of it... This thing has erased that now! The heroine is a librarian at the British Museum, a place I love. They hate her because her father (who she seems to despise) forced them to hire her (that's gratitude for you! I wonder if the bitch is somehow related to me?) So she takes her small inheritance and goes to Morocco where trouble ensues. Fun?! Wow!! (do I hear a Sousa march?... sorry you would have to have grown up near Buffalo to get that one) On top of things the hero's name is Apollo.... Apollo Smith. SMITH?! Oh and to make it worse, that is short for Apollodorus. I mean really... what kind of crap is that. And all the Dewey Decimal system references. Puh-leeze.
Also working on...
Don't Know Much About History, by Kenneth C. Davis... liking it... but it is episodic... and has no plot... so I keep picking it up and putting it down. But very fun in a geeky sort of way.
None of these books is a substitution for what I really want though. Which is a hot cock teasing me before plunging deep into my wet pussy. I want FOREPLAY too! Kissing! I havent gotten a really passionate kiss in weeks. A smooch here, a smooch there... my nipples sucked on for 2 minutes and then, "Oh, can I have a blow job?" Any takers? Please?
The only thing going to interrupt my long week was a lovely evening out... over-eating and over-drinking... resulting in me being sick... well at least it decreased my horniness for 24 hours anyway.
In the meantime, I finished (more or less) the following...
Cunt by Inga Mascio... Ok... I actually didn't finish this... after a while I just got sick of all of the cuntlovin'
sister groove. Can you tell I didn't take a woman studies class in college. Hell, I am not sure they even offered one... but I am sure this would be the perfect reading material.Also The Book of the Seven Delights by Betina Krahn. I don't know why... but my romance novels have been distinctly unsatisfying lately... and this was no exception. It must be something about the conservatives having too much power but suddenly there is virtually no good sex scenes written into these books... I vaguely remember reading something by this woman before... and I had a favorable remembrance of it... This thing has erased that now! The heroine is a librarian at the British Museum, a place I love. They hate her because her father (who she seems to despise) forced them to hire her (that's gratitude for you! I wonder if the bitch is somehow related to me?) So she takes her small inheritance and goes to Morocco where trouble ensues. Fun?! Wow!! (do I hear a Sousa march?... sorry you would have to have grown up near Buffalo to get that one) On top of things the hero's name is Apollo.... Apollo Smith. SMITH?! Oh and to make it worse, that is short for Apollodorus. I mean really... what kind of crap is that. And all the Dewey Decimal system references. Puh-leeze.
Also working on...
Don't Know Much About History, by Kenneth C. Davis... liking it... but it is episodic... and has no plot... so I keep picking it up and putting it down. But very fun in a geeky sort of way.
None of these books is a substitution for what I really want though. Which is a hot cock teasing me before plunging deep into my wet pussy. I want FOREPLAY too! Kissing! I havent gotten a really passionate kiss in weeks. A smooch here, a smooch there... my nipples sucked on for 2 minutes and then, "Oh, can I have a blow job?" Any takers? Please?
Sunday, August 07, 2005
In Lieu of Sex... Books
For those of you who know me... there is a reason I take a crate of books with me when I head east each August... My hubby (aka The Porn King) becomes a 12 year old boy when staying with his parents... That means virtually no fun for me. So here is what I have been reading.
Vanilla: The Cultural History of the World's Favorite Flavor and Fragrance, by Patricia Rain
Yes, yes... I have picked this book up and put it down several times now. That is because the woman who wrote it is kind of crazy (she is the self-appointed Vanilla Queen) and frankly, I keep finding editing mistakes... Please check p. 170 if you doubt me... While it is a lovely picture of a Tahitian vanilla orchid, I can not notice the difference between the this orchid and the Vanilla planifolia.. I am sure the flower is more open in the Tahitian orchid and the color is creamier... But the picture is in BLACK AND WHITE and there is no picture of the planifolia for comparison... So I guess I will just have to take your word for it! I find at least one of these kinds of errors a chapter. As a result, I keep putting the darn thing down. I have about 50 pages left... So I am determined to finish.
The Devil's Necklace, by Kat Martin
Nothing better than reading about other people having sex even when you aren't? Right? Well not exactly... This is not Ms. Martin's best work, the sex seemed a bit stale and I didn't like the hero. And if I had to hear about how brave the heroine was one more time, I thought I might scream. Maybe horniness sucks my ability to enjoy a good bodice ripper... Especially since everything I try to masturbate someone trys to come to my room or the Porn King wakes up and acts all hurt. Not that he makes a move to relieve my suffering. BLECH.
A couple of days previously I finished...
Assassination Vacation by Sarah Vowell
I REALLY liked this book and kept reading aloud passage to anyone that would listen. Go buy it and read it. I like anyone that will dragging you on a trip to a cemetery and describe the tomb as looking like a gray stone nipple on the peak of a green breast of grass... Or something to that effect. Sorry... Don't have the book on me to give an exact quote... Update...The exact quote was, "It's a gray granite nipple on a fresh green breast of grass." Darn! I was close!
next up... Since aphrodisiacs, housewifely smut and death have not calmed me, I will be reading...
Cunt: A Declaration of Independence by Inga Muscio
Let's see if that will take some of the wind out of my sails, so to speak... I will let you know how it goes.
In the meantime.. Someone HELP!
Vanilla: The Cultural History of the World's Favorite Flavor and Fragrance, by Patricia Rain
Yes, yes... I have picked this book up and put it down several times now. That is because the woman who wrote it is kind of crazy (she is the self-appointed Vanilla Queen) and frankly, I keep finding editing mistakes... Please check p. 170 if you doubt me... While it is a lovely picture of a Tahitian vanilla orchid, I can not notice the difference between the this orchid and the Vanilla planifolia.. I am sure the flower is more open in the Tahitian orchid and the color is creamier... But the picture is in BLACK AND WHITE and there is no picture of the planifolia for comparison... So I guess I will just have to take your word for it! I find at least one of these kinds of errors a chapter. As a result, I keep putting the darn thing down. I have about 50 pages left... So I am determined to finish.
The Devil's Necklace, by Kat Martin
Nothing better than reading about other people having sex even when you aren't? Right? Well not exactly... This is not Ms. Martin's best work, the sex seemed a bit stale and I didn't like the hero. And if I had to hear about how brave the heroine was one more time, I thought I might scream. Maybe horniness sucks my ability to enjoy a good bodice ripper... Especially since everything I try to masturbate someone trys to come to my room or the Porn King wakes up and acts all hurt. Not that he makes a move to relieve my suffering. BLECH.
A couple of days previously I finished...
Assassination Vacation by Sarah Vowell
I REALLY liked this book and kept reading aloud passage to anyone that would listen. Go buy it and read it. I like anyone that will dragging you on a trip to a cemetery and describe the tomb as looking like a gray stone nipple on the peak of a green breast of grass... Or something to that effect. Sorry... Don't have the book on me to give an exact quote... Update...The exact quote was, "It's a gray granite nipple on a fresh green breast of grass." Darn! I was close!
next up... Since aphrodisiacs, housewifely smut and death have not calmed me, I will be reading...
Cunt: A Declaration of Independence by Inga Muscio
Let's see if that will take some of the wind out of my sails, so to speak... I will let you know how it goes.
In the meantime.. Someone HELP!
Thursday, August 04, 2005
Fun, Fun, Fun
Hot sun, cool water, tasty sushi and FINALLY some sex on this vacation... Not wild, passionate love making or even crazed fucking... more of a clinical mutual masturbation followed by more swimming in the pool... Beggers can't be choosers, I guess. At least I will be tanned and toned at the end of this trip.
Tuesday, August 02, 2005
Keys to my heart?!
The Keys to Your Heart |
You are attracted to obedience and warmth. |
In love, you feel the most alive when your lover is creative and never lets you feel bored. |
You'd like to your lover to think you are stylish and alluring. |
You would be forced to break up with someone who was ruthless, cold-blooded, and sarcastic. |
Your ideal relationship is lasting. You want a relationship that looks to the future... one you can grow with. |
Your risk of cheating is zero. You care about society and morality. You would never break a commitment. |
You think of marriage something you've always wanted... though you haven't really thought about it. |
In this moment, you think of love as something you don't need. You just feel like flirting around and playing right now. |
Hmmmm that sounds partly accurate. And I ain't telling which parts!
Monday, August 01, 2005
Is there something in the water?
I had the strangest dream last night.....
I dreamt that I was taking a test for tae kwon do for which I was ill-prepared (DUH! I don't take it so I would have to be screwed for a test). My friends (the tae kwon do Moms... we watch our kids take these classes) were all prepared. To complicate matters, Bill Clinton was in the audience watching with some little boy... Why? Who the hell really knows... but since he was there, I decided that I wanted to sample the wares.
So I was trying to learn tae kwon do and hit on a former POTUS at the same time. If anyone can explain that... please tell me what it means!
I dreamt that I was taking a test for tae kwon do for which I was ill-prepared (DUH! I don't take it so I would have to be screwed for a test). My friends (the tae kwon do Moms... we watch our kids take these classes) were all prepared. To complicate matters, Bill Clinton was in the audience watching with some little boy... Why? Who the hell really knows... but since he was there, I decided that I wanted to sample the wares.
So I was trying to learn tae kwon do and hit on a former POTUS at the same time. If anyone can explain that... please tell me what it means!
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Long Island
I'd like to hope that the picture below will represent the face that I will have for the next couple of weeks when I am out on Long Island. But the truth is, that is bloody unlikely. It is more likely to look like this! That grimmace will cover teeth clenched so hard that it will make my brain hurt. It will be all I can do to keep from screaming.It is not that my in-laws are not nice people. They are. We just don't mesh. It has something to do with them being passive-aggressive control freaks and me wanting to be treated like a reasonably intelligent adult. To this end, I resent being followed, quizzed about my destinations when I leave the house or even in it... heaven forbid, you want a moment of privacy to relieve your stress with some well deserved masturbation. At some point, I will be asked to account for my time. Do I tell them? Hmmm, choices.
It would be fabulous if I could to visit there if they would just lighten up a bit... We will be near the water, they have a pool. There is plenty of privacy. If they would leave me or the hubby unsupervised a couple of times I could really enjoy myself... Naked in the pool sounds like a hoot. He won't do it, of course, but I would have a blast. This dream won't be realized of course. I will be dealing with oblique digs made at me and will be taught by example the proper way for a good wife to behave. Honestly, if it requires me to smoke like a chimney, drink like a fish and eat no more than 3 tablespoons of food a day... COUNT ME OUT! I would prefer to stay the way I am... A woman of appetites... ALL KINDS OF APPETITES!
Monday, July 25, 2005
Sunday, July 17, 2005
"I would like a nice, powerful, mind-altering substance. Preferably one that will make my unborn children grow gills."
I just finished watching Party Girl..I love that movie and haven't seen it in an age. But now I am hungry for a falafel, side of baba ghanoush and a seltzer... Maybe a taste of the Lebanese Delight?
Hmm that is the part the seems best... being laid across the reading room table at the public library and made love to all night... Books and sex... all you need to do is add water to guarantee orgasm without even touching me!
Sunday, July 10, 2005
Hot and Fast
We got no farther then the door before we began. A few minutes of idle chit chat before our looks darkened and our hands began to wander. I knew I was lost when my hand slid roughly across the front of his shorts and I felt that hard bulge that was waiting for me. He groaned but continued to try to find his way down my shirt to my hard nipples.
I stripped off my top, letting my breasts tumble free. He cupped them in his hands as he lowered his head to begin to suckle. I could feel liquid warmth quickly replacing the anticipation that a felt from the moment I walked in to his apartment. My hands reached for the button on his pants, undoing it and the zipper with remarkable speed. We awkwardly moved together stepping out of shorts and shirts, boxers and sandals making our way to the bed falling together onto the coverlet.
He could hear my faint growl as he lavished my nipples with attention. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered hoarsely, "But not as much as I do." "Oh, I love it, baby," I purred back to him, "But I need more". I reached out and wrapped my hand around his long, hard cock. "You want me?" he growled at me, "Tell me where you want it!" "Deep in my hot pussy, baby!" I purred softly into his ear, "Feel how wet I am. You did that to me". He thrust two of his fingers deep into my throbbing humid center.
"YES!" he groaned as he crawled between my legs and plunged heavily into my burning body. My body yielded to his hot invasion. For the barest moment we savoured our primitive joining, before our basest urges took control. I screamed as I pulled him deeper into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and grabbed his buttocks as we crushed our bodies together.
As we labored together, our sweat slicked bodies slid in unison. My hands roamed his fevered flesh urging him on. As our wildness began to crest, he slid his long fingered hands between us making contact with my swollen clitoris. He only circled my wet nub twice before I exploded under him. He yelled triumphantly as my body gushed over his hand and cock.
The joyful spasms of my orgasm tightened its caress on his rod and as my quaking body quieted his erupted. His face was a mask of pained pleasure as he emptied his body into me, filling me. Sated, we collapsed together, holding each other as the last sparks faded and we slept.
I stripped off my top, letting my breasts tumble free. He cupped them in his hands as he lowered his head to begin to suckle. I could feel liquid warmth quickly replacing the anticipation that a felt from the moment I walked in to his apartment. My hands reached for the button on his pants, undoing it and the zipper with remarkable speed. We awkwardly moved together stepping out of shorts and shirts, boxers and sandals making our way to the bed falling together onto the coverlet.
He could hear my faint growl as he lavished my nipples with attention. "You like that, don't you?" he whispered hoarsely, "But not as much as I do." "Oh, I love it, baby," I purred back to him, "But I need more". I reached out and wrapped my hand around his long, hard cock. "You want me?" he growled at me, "Tell me where you want it!" "Deep in my hot pussy, baby!" I purred softly into his ear, "Feel how wet I am. You did that to me". He thrust two of his fingers deep into my throbbing humid center.
"YES!" he groaned as he crawled between my legs and plunged heavily into my burning body. My body yielded to his hot invasion. For the barest moment we savoured our primitive joining, before our basest urges took control. I screamed as I pulled him deeper into me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and grabbed his buttocks as we crushed our bodies together.
As we labored together, our sweat slicked bodies slid in unison. My hands roamed his fevered flesh urging him on. As our wildness began to crest, he slid his long fingered hands between us making contact with my swollen clitoris. He only circled my wet nub twice before I exploded under him. He yelled triumphantly as my body gushed over his hand and cock.
The joyful spasms of my orgasm tightened its caress on his rod and as my quaking body quieted his erupted. His face was a mask of pained pleasure as he emptied his body into me, filling me. Sated, we collapsed together, holding each other as the last sparks faded and we slept.
Sunday, July 03, 2005
Fireworks
Tonight -
They will burn bright and colorful with the energy of hope and desire and fueled by the chemical fusion that was brought together by chemistry and the lighting of a spark.
But when the spark and the chemicals are gone and the anticipation and need have waned, the ashes float slowly to earth.
Trod on by the world.
Tomorrow -
They will burn bright and colorful with the energy of hope and desire and fueled by the chemical fusion that was brought together by chemistry and the lighting of a spark.
But when the spark and the chemicals are gone and the anticipation and need have waned, the ashes float slowly to earth.
Trod on by the world.
Tomorrow -
Monday, June 27, 2005
Is there a fire?
In the hot twilight he comes to me.
Skin on skin, lips to lips, arms and legs in a torrid tangle of desire. In the distance there is a siren. Growing louder and more constant. As he enters me deeply and I wrap myself around him. Hard, fast, top, bottom, forwards, backwards. The sirens screaming with sighs, moans and screams. Tongues, mouths, cock, pussy, hands, breasts, ass, hands and skin all joined together.
Sated for now.
Skin on skin, lips to lips, arms and legs in a torrid tangle of desire. In the distance there is a siren. Growing louder and more constant. As he enters me deeply and I wrap myself around him. Hard, fast, top, bottom, forwards, backwards. The sirens screaming with sighs, moans and screams. Tongues, mouths, cock, pussy, hands, breasts, ass, hands and skin all joined together.
Sated for now.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Taking out the twins!
Yesterday was the first time I have been able to hang out in my backyard alone.
Alone is important in this situation because freak that I am, I like to indulge in a little nude sunbathing. I have to wait for a perfect day... sunny, warm, during the week so that the neighbors are unlikely to be home on the off-chance that someone can strain their necks enough to see me and lastly, that the kids are not home. The kids have seen me naked before.. such is the life of a mom. There is no privacy for me, not when I might be required to break up an argument while I am in the tub. However the kids do tend to freak out if I am nude someplace they consider inappropriate... the living room, the backyard, their grandparents pool.... And they are not content to keep their distress to themselves. They become screeching banshees announcing my "shame" .
I started slow... only 20 minutes... Can't afford to scorch such pale, delicate skin... ahhh but it felt so good. The warm sun, the gentle breeze and my bare skin! Paradise!
Alone is important in this situation because freak that I am, I like to indulge in a little nude sunbathing. I have to wait for a perfect day... sunny, warm, during the week so that the neighbors are unlikely to be home on the off-chance that someone can strain their necks enough to see me and lastly, that the kids are not home. The kids have seen me naked before.. such is the life of a mom. There is no privacy for me, not when I might be required to break up an argument while I am in the tub. However the kids do tend to freak out if I am nude someplace they consider inappropriate... the living room, the backyard, their grandparents pool.... And they are not content to keep their distress to themselves. They become screeching banshees announcing my "shame" .
I started slow... only 20 minutes... Can't afford to scorch such pale, delicate skin... ahhh but it felt so good. The warm sun, the gentle breeze and my bare skin! Paradise!
Thursday, June 16, 2005
Keep on the Lookout Tomorrow
Hmmm what should I be looking for?
A hard cock sliding wet between my breasts?
My wet pussy glistening with cum?
Soft damp kisses making their way across my body...
Or,
Flowers ordered at the last minute.
Sadly, I guarantee that the last option is what I will get!
Blech
A hard cock sliding wet between my breasts?
My wet pussy glistening with cum?
Soft damp kisses making their way across my body...
Or,
Flowers ordered at the last minute.
Sadly, I guarantee that the last option is what I will get!
Blech
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
We have run out of gifts...
Hmmm, should I take this as a sign?
The porn king and I will be celebrating 16 years of wedded bliss(?) I went looking for what is the traditional gift. It turns out... THERE IS NONE.
Should I take that as a sign that for the next 5 years there is nothing to celebrate? Maybe I am just supposed to register for sex toys? Get a young boyfriend? Hmmm. Is it even seemly to have a "boyfriend" when you are 40? It seems so junior high.
I guess I have 5 years to figure out these answers?
The porn king and I will be celebrating 16 years of wedded bliss(?) I went looking for what is the traditional gift. It turns out... THERE IS NONE.
Should I take that as a sign that for the next 5 years there is nothing to celebrate? Maybe I am just supposed to register for sex toys? Get a young boyfriend? Hmmm. Is it even seemly to have a "boyfriend" when you are 40? It seems so junior high.
I guess I have 5 years to figure out these answers?
Monday, June 13, 2005
What Will Tomorrow Bring?
What will tomorrow bring?
Will talking lead to a kiss?
Will kissing lead to a caress?
Will a caress lead to a grope?
Oh! The possibilities are endless!
Will talking lead to a kiss?
Will kissing lead to a caress?
Will a caress lead to a grope?
Oh! The possibilities are endless!
Thursday, June 09, 2005
Wednesday, June 08, 2005
You tell me!
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Monday, June 06, 2005
Skin
Electricity trails his finger tips as it slides smoothly over my hip and across my stomach. Gliding towards nowhere.
Tuesday, May 31, 2005
Just a question...
Can you GPS your family?
How much porn do you need to hide from your wife to be considered a freak?
If you have so much porn why don't you want want to have sex more than once a month?
Sorry... just randoms questions that have crossed my mind today
How much porn do you need to hide from your wife to be considered a freak?
If you have so much porn why don't you want want to have sex more than once a month?
Sorry... just randoms questions that have crossed my mind today
Tuesday, May 24, 2005
HA!
Talked to Mom to get an idea of what is going on over the weekend... Dad is off Monday, so that is the day for the family get together. As she asked, how things were which started me on a diatribe of how things suck lately. When I told her about Kevin's comments last night you could practically hear the cringe. Yup... she agrees that was completely unacceptable.
She thinks that I should go back to work to at least get some respect there. But that just creates more problems for me. since my working has always been viewed as my silly hobby... something that can be dropped whenever someone else in the family wants something from me. She remembers feeling much better about life when she got back to work. Of course, she has forgotten that she could rely on me to help out around the house. And of course, I don't have that.
My kids have learned from their father that I can and should be worked around. They have learned if they don't get what they want, it is because of me. Daddy was willing to give them whatever they wanted. But now he just has to back me up our of... well I would say loyalty but since he has really gone our of his way to let them know who is responsible for them not getting their way, that doesn't really seem appropriate.
She assures me that this is all normal and the way of all marriages and parenting arrangements. And it probably is the way we have had to deal with things. But why should we enjoy this or even want to do things this way.
Her concern is that I am in some sort of victim mode. But the truth is, I haven't yet figured out how to deal with it.
I will.
The question is how others will react to it.
She thinks that I should go back to work to at least get some respect there. But that just creates more problems for me. since my working has always been viewed as my silly hobby... something that can be dropped whenever someone else in the family wants something from me. She remembers feeling much better about life when she got back to work. Of course, she has forgotten that she could rely on me to help out around the house. And of course, I don't have that.
My kids have learned from their father that I can and should be worked around. They have learned if they don't get what they want, it is because of me. Daddy was willing to give them whatever they wanted. But now he just has to back me up our of... well I would say loyalty but since he has really gone our of his way to let them know who is responsible for them not getting their way, that doesn't really seem appropriate.
She assures me that this is all normal and the way of all marriages and parenting arrangements. And it probably is the way we have had to deal with things. But why should we enjoy this or even want to do things this way.
Her concern is that I am in some sort of victim mode. But the truth is, I haven't yet figured out how to deal with it.
I will.
The question is how others will react to it.
Respect
R E S P E C T
Find out what it means to me!
Or maybe what I don't this is respectful. Case in point, older child was not going to sleep. Her computer was on and she had a DVD playing... It was 10:30 pm. I went in to her room, turned off the computer, turned off her light (left her night light on) and returned to my room. That solves the problem, right?
Or maybe it creates an entirely new one. See, older child likes to sleep with the light on. Turning off the main light was punitive on my part, and frankly, it was meant to be... It said, "You have pushed too far. There are limits. Here is the line".
She came into our room to complain. I gave my standard, "Tough luck, hopefully you learned a lesson," response. But that was when she got the real lesson. Hubby, irritated by the stalemate pointed out to the older child that all she really needed to do was "appear" to comply. After all, I would probably be asleep in 10 minutes anyway. Then she could proceed to do as she pleased.
In my book, I call that undermining me. Apparently, he was pointing it what she would already know since she is a "smart" girl... Getting smarter too. Now she clearly understands there is no reason to respect me. Even Daddy doesn't.
Find out what it means to me!
Or maybe what I don't this is respectful. Case in point, older child was not going to sleep. Her computer was on and she had a DVD playing... It was 10:30 pm. I went in to her room, turned off the computer, turned off her light (left her night light on) and returned to my room. That solves the problem, right?
Or maybe it creates an entirely new one. See, older child likes to sleep with the light on. Turning off the main light was punitive on my part, and frankly, it was meant to be... It said, "You have pushed too far. There are limits. Here is the line".
She came into our room to complain. I gave my standard, "Tough luck, hopefully you learned a lesson," response. But that was when she got the real lesson. Hubby, irritated by the stalemate pointed out to the older child that all she really needed to do was "appear" to comply. After all, I would probably be asleep in 10 minutes anyway. Then she could proceed to do as she pleased.
In my book, I call that undermining me. Apparently, he was pointing it what she would already know since she is a "smart" girl... Getting smarter too. Now she clearly understands there is no reason to respect me. Even Daddy doesn't.
Wednesday, May 18, 2005
Death by 1,000 Cuts?
Can you kill a marriage this way? I am beginning to think so.
Hubby won a big contract that he has been working on for the last two years. I decided to prepare a special dinner for him to celebrate. I ran out, picked up the food stuffs. Got the kids organized and fed and started in on the prep for dinner. Along the way, I called him to check on his arrival time. 7:00 pm I was told. “Really,” I asked, “Can I rely on you?” 7:00 pm was a firm time I was assured.
Arrival times have been just one of the issues that cause trouble around the house here lately. He seems to be coming and going at will these days. It’s all for the best of reasons. It’s all for the company and therefore for the family. Except, I am not sure that this is true. He likes what he does. He likes the people that he does it with. I can see where this would be more interesting than dealing with stuff around here. The kids, the house and even I are not necessarily the ego boost to him that we could be. On the other hand, is that what a family is for? I am certainly not getting those kinds of warm fuzzies from my household duties and no one seems concerned.
If it is a question of wanting separate lives just say so. But currently, this idea seems to involve him doing has he pleases and me holding the fort. Our family is scheduled around what the kids need and what he needs to do for the “business”. Dinner and drinks with friends hardly seems a sacrifice. But that is business. Handling chores around the house, dealing with homework or other kid-related duties, even sex with me all need to be scheduled around his fluid schedule. It’s all for the greater good of the family and I should be more understanding.
In the meantime, back at the home front, I finished steaming the fresh artichokes, making the parslied potatoes and cooking the rack of lamb. I had brownies with gelato and berries for dessert. The wine is chilling. The kids are fed, homework is done, chores have been finished, teeth brushed and pajamas are on. He entered the house at 7:30. Late again. But there was a good reason for it!
Yes, I know.
Hubby won a big contract that he has been working on for the last two years. I decided to prepare a special dinner for him to celebrate. I ran out, picked up the food stuffs. Got the kids organized and fed and started in on the prep for dinner. Along the way, I called him to check on his arrival time. 7:00 pm I was told. “Really,” I asked, “Can I rely on you?” 7:00 pm was a firm time I was assured.
Arrival times have been just one of the issues that cause trouble around the house here lately. He seems to be coming and going at will these days. It’s all for the best of reasons. It’s all for the company and therefore for the family. Except, I am not sure that this is true. He likes what he does. He likes the people that he does it with. I can see where this would be more interesting than dealing with stuff around here. The kids, the house and even I are not necessarily the ego boost to him that we could be. On the other hand, is that what a family is for? I am certainly not getting those kinds of warm fuzzies from my household duties and no one seems concerned.
If it is a question of wanting separate lives just say so. But currently, this idea seems to involve him doing has he pleases and me holding the fort. Our family is scheduled around what the kids need and what he needs to do for the “business”. Dinner and drinks with friends hardly seems a sacrifice. But that is business. Handling chores around the house, dealing with homework or other kid-related duties, even sex with me all need to be scheduled around his fluid schedule. It’s all for the greater good of the family and I should be more understanding.
In the meantime, back at the home front, I finished steaming the fresh artichokes, making the parslied potatoes and cooking the rack of lamb. I had brownies with gelato and berries for dessert. The wine is chilling. The kids are fed, homework is done, chores have been finished, teeth brushed and pajamas are on. He entered the house at 7:30. Late again. But there was a good reason for it!
Yes, I know.
Monday, May 16, 2005
Dirty Haiku
Silly, I know, but I saw my kids having to write poems in school a while ago. When they wanted help, I told them that the only type of poem that I remembered how to write was a haiku which I liked because they didn't have to rhyme or even make sense... of course, I failed to tell them that my favorite type of haiku to write was a dirty haiku! Why shock them?
Kissing his hard cock
Sucking his sweet hot cum
Needing more and more
Skin hot warm and smooth
Touching my aching hot flesh
Begging for release
Loving your spicy taste
Warm, creamy and all mine
Part of you for me
Love his magic touch
Hands roaming over myself
Sweet skin electrifying
Grinding touching moving
Toward an unseen moving goal
Making me soar higher
His hard long cock swells
In my dripping wet pussy
Making me moan loudly
Kissing his hard cock
Sucking his sweet hot cum
Needing more and more
Skin hot warm and smooth
Touching my aching hot flesh
Begging for release
Loving your spicy taste
Warm, creamy and all mine
Part of you for me
Love his magic touch
Hands roaming over myself
Sweet skin electrifying
Grinding touching moving
Toward an unseen moving goal
Making me soar higher
His hard long cock swells
In my dripping wet pussy
Making me moan loudly
Love
I was thinking of some people we saw at mini golf on Sunday... They were an older couple, probably in their sixties. I saw them as were teeing up. They were a couple of holes ahead of us. I assumed that their grandkids were running ahead of them. Which was exactly what my kids were trying to do. I would see them everyonce in a while but got busy dealing with each kiddie crisis that developed. And yes, you can have a mini golf crisis. The kids would go crazy if the other one would win her "favorite" hole. Combine that with the golf lessons that I was getting from Tiger hubby, it was a fun morning.
When we finally finished, we are heading down the stairs: disgruntled girls, over-excited hubby (he was the big winner) and me. I was trying to scurry the kids passed all the games that give out those ridiculous that can be turned in for cheap plastic toys. And then I see them. That couple. They were playing air hockey and laughing away. And I realized that they didn't have any grandkids with them. They were just there, hanging out and having fun together.
Made me wonder if hubby and I could be like that in 25 years. I somehow doubt that. He doesn't much like spending time with me now. He makes phone calls when I am talking to him. We can only do the things that he wants to do. That doesn't really lend itself to the happy ever after that I saw.
When we finally finished, we are heading down the stairs: disgruntled girls, over-excited hubby (he was the big winner) and me. I was trying to scurry the kids passed all the games that give out those ridiculous that can be turned in for cheap plastic toys. And then I see them. That couple. They were playing air hockey and laughing away. And I realized that they didn't have any grandkids with them. They were just there, hanging out and having fun together.
Made me wonder if hubby and I could be like that in 25 years. I somehow doubt that. He doesn't much like spending time with me now. He makes phone calls when I am talking to him. We can only do the things that he wants to do. That doesn't really lend itself to the happy ever after that I saw.
Sunday, May 15, 2005
Another lost weekend
Well it's late in the afternoon already. And if someone doesn't touch me I might explode! I guessed Friday night would come to nothing... dinner out with the kids... it often sucks all romantic urges out of a person. And I was right, of course.
Saturday night held more promise... early dinner with friends... the food was good... I got some strange drink that was allegedly a MaiTai... but I have never seen such a pink one in my life... but it was tasty and I enjoyed. The restaurant we went to was a mixture of chinese and japanese food... I had the garlic eggplant and bummed sushi from some of the guys. Conversation was awkward... we were out with friends that are working their way back to each other... but along the way one of the guys accused me of making out with his partner! It's hard not to think of that whenever we are together... and, NO, I didn't do it!.. that whole mess though is a story for another day.
We got home relatively early, played Scrabble with the little one... with me helping her... as a result, hubby won, since I screwed myself out of some good points in her favor. Next up was tv... Alien planet was showing on the Discovery Channel... very cool.. you should definitely check it out. http://dsc.discovery.com/convergence/alienplanet/splash.html It was an amalgam of the imagination of artists, scientists and the magic of tv. I made popcorn for the girl and hubby and then waited for her to poop out. NO LUCK!
The little one wanted to spend more time with Mommy and Daddy so she was invited into our room to watch more tv... Two seconds later, both she and hubby were out like a light! It was sweet, her little face still looks angelic when she sleeps... AWWWW
But where is my hot, wet bedroom action?! Blech!
Saturday night held more promise... early dinner with friends... the food was good... I got some strange drink that was allegedly a MaiTai... but I have never seen such a pink one in my life... but it was tasty and I enjoyed. The restaurant we went to was a mixture of chinese and japanese food... I had the garlic eggplant and bummed sushi from some of the guys. Conversation was awkward... we were out with friends that are working their way back to each other... but along the way one of the guys accused me of making out with his partner! It's hard not to think of that whenever we are together... and, NO, I didn't do it!.. that whole mess though is a story for another day.
We got home relatively early, played Scrabble with the little one... with me helping her... as a result, hubby won, since I screwed myself out of some good points in her favor. Next up was tv... Alien planet was showing on the Discovery Channel... very cool.. you should definitely check it out. http://dsc.discovery.com/convergence/alienplanet/splash.html It was an amalgam of the imagination of artists, scientists and the magic of tv. I made popcorn for the girl and hubby and then waited for her to poop out. NO LUCK!
The little one wanted to spend more time with Mommy and Daddy so she was invited into our room to watch more tv... Two seconds later, both she and hubby were out like a light! It was sweet, her little face still looks angelic when she sleeps... AWWWW
But where is my hot, wet bedroom action?! Blech!
Saturday, May 14, 2005
Friday, May 13, 2005
She doubled checked the message on her phone... Number 310. As she got out of the car, she straightened her dress. It was a favorite of hers. It was a brown jersey dress that was wrapped low and clung to her full breasts. She knew that she looked good when she wore it and that gave her confidence. The fact that men always took notice of her certainly helped. Normally she felt invisible in public. Not that this she was concerned about that now. She looked down the hallway checking numbers… 320, 318,16… Finally she was there.
She rapped on the door quickly and turned the nob and entered. The light was low but she could see him. Her lover. He was laying on the bed waiting for her. He watched her intently as she closed and locked the door behind her. “Hey baby!” he drawled as she set down her purse. “I have been waiting for you but decided to get more comfortable.” “Not too comfortable, I hope,” she purred, “otherwise you might not need me!” “Baby, you know that I always need you. And it has been so long since we have been together.” “It’s been way too long,” she replied, “And I haven’t been touched in an age”. “I know baby, but it has given me the chance to think about what to do when I saw you again,” he replied with a mischievous gleam in his eye.
He rose from the bed and made his way over to her. Reaching up, he pulled her hair out of its barrette, low across the nape of her neck and splayed his fingers through her dark tresses. Then he lowered his lips to hers and pressed them warmly into hers. Auuughh, I have missed you, he groaned.. “Not as much as I have missed you,” she replied as she wrapped her arms around him. The second their bodies touched they were on fire. Her hands slid up over his hot skin until she could run her fingers over silky short hair. “You are going to mess my hair up,” he said smiling. “Oh, I think you will survive,” she retorted. He reached up and pulled her hands downward, “I have something else that needs stroking”. “Ahhhh yes, baby!” she moaned. “You are so hard and ready for me.” “But you aren’t,” he muttered, “You have too many clothes on”.
He reached for the ties of her dress at her hip and gently pulled it open. The dress opened to reveal her bounteous breasts bulging out of her plunging red bra and matching lacy panties. His lips curled into a slow smile, “It’s like opening a present!” “Just for you,” she purred, “I know how much you like gifts”. “It’s not the gifts, it’s the unwrapping,” he claimed as his hands cupped her breasts and he lowered his head to kiss the cleft between them. She leaned in closer to giver him greater access as he reached into her bra and lifted first one hard nipple to his mouth, then another. His tongue swirled around each hard bud in turn, making her moan loudly. “You like that, do you?”he murmured. “You know that I do,” groaned into his ear, “Now what can I do for you to make you happy?” “You are doing it lover,” he crooned, “Now let me help you out of these”.
He slid his hands behind her back and unsnapped her bra and slid if off her shoulders. “Almost ready,” he was smiling. Now his hands slid down her curves to the waistband. “Now we just have to get rid of these,” he growled, “Then you are mine!”
Stripped of the remainder of her clothes, he backed her up towards the bed and gently laid her on it and followed her down. He then proceeded to kiss her intensely as he explored her body with his hot searching fingers. “Jesus, I have missed you, “ he groaned, “You taste soooo sweet”. She wrapped her hands around his hard cock and heard him groan. “Oh baby……”
“You like that, darling?” she crooned. “You know that I do… I just need more”. She backed him toward the bed as she continued to stroke his hard length. When he reached the edge, she pushed him gently backwards. As he fell backwards, she sank in front of him on the floor. “What are you doing?” he groaned. She slid between his legs and replaced her hand with her soft, wet lips. An unintelligible sound emanated from deep within him. She swirled her tongue around him. His cock swelled within her. She smiled as she began to slide her tongue up and down his hard shaft.. The silky skin covering erection was stretched taut across his thick veins. “oh baby… you are sooo hard for me”. She run increased the speed of her tongue up and down his hardness. As she reached the tip of his swollen head she could taste the sweetness of his body that welled up at the point of his essence. She tasted it gingerly, inhaling its sultry sweetness.
He could hear her breathing in his scent. The sound of her wet slavering over his stiff cock made him harder than he could have imagined. His hardness buoyantly jutting into her hot, soft mouth, caressed by her wet velvety tongue. She moaned as she tasted his excitement bead at the tip of his throbbing head. “I can taste how much you want me,” she whispered, “I have needed you so much. Give me more!”
“My love, I can’t stand it any more,” he exclaimed gutterally, “I need to be in you!” He pulled her onto the bed beside him and rolled her onto her back. In an instant, his lips met hers and his hands began to fondle her soft flesh working their way downward. As he reached below her bellybutton, her hips raised up to meet him. As she writhed beneath his touch, his fingers slid through the springy curls that guarded her womanly hub. His fingers glided wetly through the soft folds to reach her sensitive center and began to gently swirl around the hooded nub of flesh.
He knew how much pleasure he was giving her by watching the way she twisted beneath his hands. “That’s it baby!” he breathed, “Just let go”. She looked into his eyes and saw his love and desire shining in them. She could feel the tension building within her and knew that that the moment was drawing nearer. She slid her hands up and held his face tenderly while she kissed his soft lips passionately. They continued straining together until he reached between them and pinched her taut nipple. At that moment she screamed as she exploded around him, crying his name as she tried to meld his body with hers. Her eyes shut briefly but then opened to see his triumphant smile. “Yes my love, its all for you, he whispered.
His fingers slowed as he allowed her to catch her breath. Her skin was electric with intensity and she shivered with uncontained bliss as his hands roamed her sensitive belly and thighs. His kiss soft and gentle on her lips and neck. As he made contact with the mounds of her breasts, both of their breathing quickened. He suckled at one tight nipple then the other intensifying the throbbing in her womb. His fingers glided through her wetness and slid home into her lush dark core. Her juices poured out over his hand as he slid in and out of her.
At once her body became alive with need. His thumb massaged the sensitive bud while his fingers thrust deep into her. Her body thrashed with uncontained ardor. The pleasure was devastating her and she was only half-surprised to hear herself begging him to end this torment. “Not yet, my love, but soon,” her crooned into her ear.
When she thought that she might go mad with the irresistible ecstasy that he was giving her she reached her hand down to touch her wetness, then reached out to stroke his swollen member.
His self control broke and he was like a wild man. He slid hot and deep into her waiting body. She smiled at the look of rapture that emerged across his handsome features. Their eyes met and like their bodies connected to continue on their voyage to paradise. Each murmured wordless encouragements to the other as they strained in unison to reach some unseen pinnacle that seemed just out of reach. For long moments they drank each other in. Arms and legs and mouths tangled together. His body grew hotter as he thrust rhythmically into her wet core. He watched her face and knew that she was near the limit. Her muscles were tightening around him. He reached down between then to touch that hub of sensitivity between her legs. “Look at me,” he commanded. She opened her eyes to look deep into his. Her orgasm began to crest with the intensity of the sensation and emotion he was stirring in her. “I love you,” he whispered as the wave of sensuality swept over her.
He absorbed her screams of joy with his kiss and delighted in the spasms engulfing her body. As he continued his drive into her warmth he felt the moist gush of her pleasure pour between them. His pace increased as he felt her arms and legs and lips continue to hunger for him. As her shudders began to slow her felt her body continue to vibrate around his now scalding organ. A fierce possessiveness overtook him as his body inched toward its goal. He kissed her forcefully, held her face close to his as he began to shudder with his release. “You belong to ME!,” he growled as he exploded deep within her womb “MINE”.
“Yes,” she crooned, “Yours… all yours”. She watched with wonder as he poured himself deep within her body, “We belong to each other”. When the last swell of ecstasy faded, he collapsed in exhaustion. She held him to her and kissed him tenderly. “I love you so much,” she murmured breathlessly, “I am yours forever.” They gently embraced each other as their hearts and panting slowed to normal.
The urge to touch and kiss continued as they dressed. As she began to retie her dress he edged up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed the nape of her neck as fondled her breasts and caressed the soft skin of her belly. “I hope that I have filled you with my child,” he whispered, “But I think I will enjoy trying again!” He turned her toward him and helped her finishing dressing. As they walked toward the door, they stopped and shared one last lingering kiss, then walked out into the brilliant sunshine.
She rapped on the door quickly and turned the nob and entered. The light was low but she could see him. Her lover. He was laying on the bed waiting for her. He watched her intently as she closed and locked the door behind her. “Hey baby!” he drawled as she set down her purse. “I have been waiting for you but decided to get more comfortable.” “Not too comfortable, I hope,” she purred, “otherwise you might not need me!” “Baby, you know that I always need you. And it has been so long since we have been together.” “It’s been way too long,” she replied, “And I haven’t been touched in an age”. “I know baby, but it has given me the chance to think about what to do when I saw you again,” he replied with a mischievous gleam in his eye.
He rose from the bed and made his way over to her. Reaching up, he pulled her hair out of its barrette, low across the nape of her neck and splayed his fingers through her dark tresses. Then he lowered his lips to hers and pressed them warmly into hers. Auuughh, I have missed you, he groaned.. “Not as much as I have missed you,” she replied as she wrapped her arms around him. The second their bodies touched they were on fire. Her hands slid up over his hot skin until she could run her fingers over silky short hair. “You are going to mess my hair up,” he said smiling. “Oh, I think you will survive,” she retorted. He reached up and pulled her hands downward, “I have something else that needs stroking”. “Ahhhh yes, baby!” she moaned. “You are so hard and ready for me.” “But you aren’t,” he muttered, “You have too many clothes on”.
He reached for the ties of her dress at her hip and gently pulled it open. The dress opened to reveal her bounteous breasts bulging out of her plunging red bra and matching lacy panties. His lips curled into a slow smile, “It’s like opening a present!” “Just for you,” she purred, “I know how much you like gifts”. “It’s not the gifts, it’s the unwrapping,” he claimed as his hands cupped her breasts and he lowered his head to kiss the cleft between them. She leaned in closer to giver him greater access as he reached into her bra and lifted first one hard nipple to his mouth, then another. His tongue swirled around each hard bud in turn, making her moan loudly. “You like that, do you?”he murmured. “You know that I do,” groaned into his ear, “Now what can I do for you to make you happy?” “You are doing it lover,” he crooned, “Now let me help you out of these”.
He slid his hands behind her back and unsnapped her bra and slid if off her shoulders. “Almost ready,” he was smiling. Now his hands slid down her curves to the waistband. “Now we just have to get rid of these,” he growled, “Then you are mine!”
Stripped of the remainder of her clothes, he backed her up towards the bed and gently laid her on it and followed her down. He then proceeded to kiss her intensely as he explored her body with his hot searching fingers. “Jesus, I have missed you, “ he groaned, “You taste soooo sweet”. She wrapped her hands around his hard cock and heard him groan. “Oh baby……”
“You like that, darling?” she crooned. “You know that I do… I just need more”. She backed him toward the bed as she continued to stroke his hard length. When he reached the edge, she pushed him gently backwards. As he fell backwards, she sank in front of him on the floor. “What are you doing?” he groaned. She slid between his legs and replaced her hand with her soft, wet lips. An unintelligible sound emanated from deep within him. She swirled her tongue around him. His cock swelled within her. She smiled as she began to slide her tongue up and down his hard shaft.. The silky skin covering erection was stretched taut across his thick veins. “oh baby… you are sooo hard for me”. She run increased the speed of her tongue up and down his hardness. As she reached the tip of his swollen head she could taste the sweetness of his body that welled up at the point of his essence. She tasted it gingerly, inhaling its sultry sweetness.
He could hear her breathing in his scent. The sound of her wet slavering over his stiff cock made him harder than he could have imagined. His hardness buoyantly jutting into her hot, soft mouth, caressed by her wet velvety tongue. She moaned as she tasted his excitement bead at the tip of his throbbing head. “I can taste how much you want me,” she whispered, “I have needed you so much. Give me more!”
“My love, I can’t stand it any more,” he exclaimed gutterally, “I need to be in you!” He pulled her onto the bed beside him and rolled her onto her back. In an instant, his lips met hers and his hands began to fondle her soft flesh working their way downward. As he reached below her bellybutton, her hips raised up to meet him. As she writhed beneath his touch, his fingers slid through the springy curls that guarded her womanly hub. His fingers glided wetly through the soft folds to reach her sensitive center and began to gently swirl around the hooded nub of flesh.
He knew how much pleasure he was giving her by watching the way she twisted beneath his hands. “That’s it baby!” he breathed, “Just let go”. She looked into his eyes and saw his love and desire shining in them. She could feel the tension building within her and knew that that the moment was drawing nearer. She slid her hands up and held his face tenderly while she kissed his soft lips passionately. They continued straining together until he reached between them and pinched her taut nipple. At that moment she screamed as she exploded around him, crying his name as she tried to meld his body with hers. Her eyes shut briefly but then opened to see his triumphant smile. “Yes my love, its all for you, he whispered.
His fingers slowed as he allowed her to catch her breath. Her skin was electric with intensity and she shivered with uncontained bliss as his hands roamed her sensitive belly and thighs. His kiss soft and gentle on her lips and neck. As he made contact with the mounds of her breasts, both of their breathing quickened. He suckled at one tight nipple then the other intensifying the throbbing in her womb. His fingers glided through her wetness and slid home into her lush dark core. Her juices poured out over his hand as he slid in and out of her.
At once her body became alive with need. His thumb massaged the sensitive bud while his fingers thrust deep into her. Her body thrashed with uncontained ardor. The pleasure was devastating her and she was only half-surprised to hear herself begging him to end this torment. “Not yet, my love, but soon,” her crooned into her ear.
When she thought that she might go mad with the irresistible ecstasy that he was giving her she reached her hand down to touch her wetness, then reached out to stroke his swollen member.
His self control broke and he was like a wild man. He slid hot and deep into her waiting body. She smiled at the look of rapture that emerged across his handsome features. Their eyes met and like their bodies connected to continue on their voyage to paradise. Each murmured wordless encouragements to the other as they strained in unison to reach some unseen pinnacle that seemed just out of reach. For long moments they drank each other in. Arms and legs and mouths tangled together. His body grew hotter as he thrust rhythmically into her wet core. He watched her face and knew that she was near the limit. Her muscles were tightening around him. He reached down between then to touch that hub of sensitivity between her legs. “Look at me,” he commanded. She opened her eyes to look deep into his. Her orgasm began to crest with the intensity of the sensation and emotion he was stirring in her. “I love you,” he whispered as the wave of sensuality swept over her.
He absorbed her screams of joy with his kiss and delighted in the spasms engulfing her body. As he continued his drive into her warmth he felt the moist gush of her pleasure pour between them. His pace increased as he felt her arms and legs and lips continue to hunger for him. As her shudders began to slow her felt her body continue to vibrate around his now scalding organ. A fierce possessiveness overtook him as his body inched toward its goal. He kissed her forcefully, held her face close to his as he began to shudder with his release. “You belong to ME!,” he growled as he exploded deep within her womb “MINE”.
“Yes,” she crooned, “Yours… all yours”. She watched with wonder as he poured himself deep within her body, “We belong to each other”. When the last swell of ecstasy faded, he collapsed in exhaustion. She held him to her and kissed him tenderly. “I love you so much,” she murmured breathlessly, “I am yours forever.” They gently embraced each other as their hearts and panting slowed to normal.
The urge to touch and kiss continued as they dressed. As she began to retie her dress he edged up behind her and wrapped his arms around her. He kissed the nape of her neck as fondled her breasts and caressed the soft skin of her belly. “I hope that I have filled you with my child,” he whispered, “But I think I will enjoy trying again!” He turned her toward him and helped her finishing dressing. As they walked toward the door, they stopped and shared one last lingering kiss, then walked out into the brilliant sunshine.
What am I doing?
Just posting the inner thinkings of one of those invisible women that you see everyday but never seem to notice.
I am not the hot chick in the mall with 4 teenagers trailing after and two grown men ogling her... I am your best friend's wife, the mother of your daughter's school chum. Part of the background of life and yet alive and vital, needing to be touched and needed.
This is my place to express those desires and needs... Hope you enjoy them and reach out to the invisible women surrounding you...
I am not the hot chick in the mall with 4 teenagers trailing after and two grown men ogling her... I am your best friend's wife, the mother of your daughter's school chum. Part of the background of life and yet alive and vital, needing to be touched and needed.
This is my place to express those desires and needs... Hope you enjoy them and reach out to the invisible women surrounding you...
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