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Will He Ever Love Her?
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Will He Ever Love Her? She walked into the house. It was quiet except for the sound of running water. She dropped her purse and keys on the kitchen counter and started down the hall. She didn’t even bother knocking, just turned the doorknob. The door to the bathroom was slightly ajar and through it she saw steam clinging to the mirror over the sink. There were noises coming from the shower: the continuous spray of water, the soft thud of a bar of soap being dropped and quiet cursing as he retrieved it each time. He might be angry when he found her there but she didn’t give a damn. Heart racing, she sat on a corner of the bed. His bed. The one he refused to share with her. For a second, she considered taking off her clothes and slipping between the sheets, to wait for him, so he could find her lying naked, ready to give herself to him. But she refrained as there was no telling how he’d react. The water stopped suddenly and she could barely breathe, as she stared at the door. When he flung it open, she instantly regretted being there. With a towel slung around his waist, he stopped in the doorway. His wet jet-black hair was curling over his ears, his skin stretched tight over the smooth, sleek muscles of his hard abdomen. “What the hell are you doing here?” he demanded, while she stared in amazement at his body. “What’s it look like?” she fired back at him. “Waiting for you.” “I thought we had an agreement. This room is off limits” Her heart was pounding in her chest and she felt she had to take this chance, to fight him, or risk losing him. She walked towards him, staring confidently at him, “I have never had to pursue you. You were always the persistent one.” “I don’t want to hear it.” He growled at her. Angling her head upward, she defied him, her eyes daring him, her body only an arm’s length from his. Boldly she stepped up to him, so close she could smell the soap still clinging to his skin. My God it was so intoxicating! Closing her eyes, she touched his bare arm and felt encouraged since he didn’t draw away. “Just hold me,” she whispered, leaning into him feeling his muscles flex as if he was fighting the impulses and urges she desired him to share. “Oh God.” His arms surrounded her, strong and comforting. “This is so wrong.” “No.” She softly kissed his neck and he groaned. A tremor passed from his body to hers. He lowered his head with unerring precision, catching her lips with his, kissing her with an intensity that stole her breath. Her arms wound around his neck and she kissed him with all the pent-up lust that had been gnawing at her for days. “I don’t think….” “No, don’t think. Just feel.” She caught his lips with her and her mouth parted in an open invitation. His tongue slipped between her teeth and his hands moved slowly upward, brushing against her ribs through the silkiness of her blouse, the fabric rustling as he cupped her breasts. Nipples erect, she rubbed against him, moaning as he kissed her eyes, her cheeks, knowing her blouse was being unbuttoned and tossed aside. Her breasts, encased in<b> sheer </font></b>lace, were suddenly free and he was touching them, tracing the sculpted edge of the lace with his rough fingers. Picking her up and holding her tight, his back braced against the wall as his tongue circled the delicate soft spot at the base of her throat. “Oh baby…..Baby, this feels so good. Just love me. That’s all I ask.” she pleaded. With a groan, he tossed her onto his bed. The broodiness flickering in his eyes. “I can’t. Not yet. I don't know if I ever can.” Disappointment and humiliation burned her to her soul. “Are we on some kind of timetable that I don’t know about?’ she demanded, her voice shaking. ‘Damnit it! Don’t shut me out….” But he had already turned away from her, ramming his arms through the sleeves of his shirt. The towel dropped. As she got a momentary glance of his bare butt, he stepped quickly into a pair of boxer-briefs and yanked on his jeans. “I told you this was wrong,” he yelled back at her as he stormed out of the room. “Why can't you change ?” she whimpered. With tears flowing , she reached for his towel and held it to her heart, uncertain what to do next.  |
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You can't make someone love you. How long do you wait for them to change?
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You look for someone who recognizes you, dear. It can happen.  Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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People won’t change
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sexyldy1000 replies on 8/23/2018 5:00 am: Good advice but hard to follow. Thank you for stopping by and providing your point of view. How well I know it. It's easy for someone to give free advice. It's cheap, right? I do know though that there aren't any guarantees in life. All you can do is keep your eyes and your heart open to good opportunities. My wife and I were three time losers when we met. No one would have bet a nickel on us getting together and making it work. We weren't even looking for anything serious- we'd given up. But we were open to something if it happened without even realizing it at the time. It was the best thing that ever happened to me. I wish you all the best. Become a member now and get a free tote bag.
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My current FWB is intent on somehow making me love her.he has declared her love for me, and even has hinted as marriage, I didnt take the bait, but I did ask her if she meant her comment as a proposal, and she backpedaled abit, and so here we are, at a stalemate. I have loved many women, close to a dozen in my lifetime, and know myself quite well, and do not see myself falling in love again, much less with this gal, way to many unsurmountable differences between us. But we continue for now, and who knows what the future will bring !
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8/23/2018 4:38 am |
Boundaries are most often the result of insecurities of self image. Like a wild or feral kitten refuses to be touched, patience and understanding go a long way to removing the boundaries. Give it time and even the most stubborn potential partner will come around. Works for me.  Jimmy B.My blog JimmyB7474 is called Into The Woods (erotica) entertaining stories about a guy named Jimmy. Enjoy.
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Agreed, you just can't make someone love you. As far as waiting? I think it would have to be up to the individual person, as to how long, and what the relationship is all about. I can say without a doubt, I've never hung in a relationship hoping she would love me eventually. I'd never ask anyone to wait around for me. I think by the time you get to that point, if you have to question whether you would ever love them, the answer is already there. " I refuse to belong to any organization that would accept me as a member" Groucho Marx
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I think it's obvious that he has some unresolved issues and time does not seem to be resolving them. The switch on your heart has to be disabled in order for you to move forward. Not an easy step to take - but one that will help in your recovering and moving forward. Or, like many men and women who are hooked - you can wait around, hope and dream that things might change. Unfortunately, time will keep moving forward. How long can you wait? As long as you want to . But at the end, don't blame him if it turns out to be a waste of time. He has warned you that it will be! ... is there another way to look at it Going Too Fucking Far NEW Blog Features RevealeD O O A Foolproof Method Posted Over on that NEW site O O
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Hi sexyldy1000. Thanks for sharing this post. Hmm... There are many reasons for people not connecting... Love may not be the underlying reason... Trust, is usually the deal-breaker... And, with this story, who knows what happened. Sometimes, one of lovers can initiate intimacy and get rejected... Usually, other factors contribute to the "no fly" zone if you will... Hopefully, they will resolve their issues and satisfy the unfulfilled urges at hand before they seek their answers elsewhere... got me thinking... hmm... sometimes, apologizing doesn't mean you are forgiven... "If I apologised It wouldn't mean I was forgiven..." Iain Ballamy - "If I Apologised" (Mirrormask soundtrack) If I apologised It wouldn't make it all unhappen Wouldn't make the darkness go away If I apologised It wouldn't mean I was forgiven It wouldn't mean you wanted me to stay But it's a dream When you seem To be walking into the sun We're on first Unrehearsed And we still don't know what we've done So we don't say anything If I apologised I don't suppose you'd even notice Even though I'd whisper it inside If I apologised We could be the perfect couple Well we could, but only in my mind But if you ask For the mask Then we're tumbling on through the dark But we wait And it's too late And we only had to be asked So we don't say anything Couldn't hurt to try it Couldn't hurt too much to try It's there beyond the quiet It couldn't hurt too much to fly... To leave private messages, please use my confidential mailbox at my blog: Good luck!!! 
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Such another great read hun and so very sad too, I don't understand why some men think that way, they never truly know a good thing when they have it.. Seduce the mind and see what a wonderful adventure the body will take you on.. 
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