Oh What a Night... take two
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Posted:Apr 28, 2017 6:36 pm
Last Updated:May 17, 2017 7:35 pm
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Sometimes you just need some stress relief. And who better to help you relieve that stress than someone who can't keep his hands off you? The other night I talked about someone whom I was supposed to see, but I didn't because he didn't seem that interested, but he did seem drunk. In all honesty, he probably still isn't all that interested in me personally, but he asked me to come over again, and this time I went. He asked me if I was going to write about him. I never know how to take that question. Do you want to be part of the story? Do you want to be immortalized? Do you like the stories I've written in the past and you want to recreate one of the moments? Or do you think I'm some easy slut who will fuck you, so of course you'll be part of the story? It almost seems rhetorical. The thing is that I never know if I'm going to write about someone or something from the outset. Sometimes some of the events that have taken place are some of my best kept secrets. Sometimes I'm too emotionally moved to share. Sometimes there's nothing worth mentioning. Sometimes there's so much that it's overwhelming. Sometimes I share highlights; sometimes I share the lows. I share the funny stories, and sometimes I share the events that move me to tears. I'm an open book. I'm a writer; I'm a lover; I'm a woman filled with desire and passion and needs.
Last night was a culmination of many of those things. Last night was fun. Last night was ridiculous and filled with exploration. Last night I thought I was going home several times over only to be drawn back to the bed. Last night reminded me of my youth. The night before I thought he seemed drunk. The more likely culprit was a reaction to a pain pill taken to help him recover from a back injury. It was another one of those that allowed him to fuck me for hours. And we took advantage of every minute of it. He fucked me like he was 17. He kept growing hard, and I kept obliging him. My wetness increased each time he reached out to touch me. I rode him to my pussy's content, and then he flipped me every which way imaginable until he was finally able to explode, and long after my jaw and my pussy were sore.
The night ended later than I thought it would from the outset and far later than it should have considering I had to work today. It was one of those nights when there was plenty to write about, and almost too much to process. But sometimes you just need some stress relief. And sometimes you just need someone who understands that it's important to play with your tits. I love having them played with. I love watching someone play with them. Rub them, pinch them, lick them, suck them, tweak them, twist them. It doesn't matter. My nipples like it all. I admit it, I play with them too. Sometimes I find myself driving down the road, my hand up my shirt. I don't know how long I'll be that way. My hands are just drawn to them. Last night my friend noticed they would reach my mouth. He invited me to suck them, and then he joined me. Together our tongues circled the hardening buds.
I often like to think about the things I will remember with a smile once the night is over. Last night there were numerous things, though there are two that stand out at the moment. The first was that he kept leaning in to kiss me and then he'd draw back. How can someone so abrupt and even coarse become so cute and playful at once? The second was that he's so much taller than I am that when I was laying cross ways on him, his arm cradled my head down to my torso. I've been carrying the weight of the world on my shoulders of late. It was nice being held for a change.
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Oh What A Night...or not.
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Posted:Apr 26, 2017 7:10 pm
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2017 8:45 am
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So let's talk about my sexless night. I'd much rather write about my pussy-filled passionate night, but it didn't happen like that. So, this is what I've got to write about instead. I've been chatting with someone I met once last year. As I recall, it didn't go very well. It was a decent evening, but he didn't seem interested. He's back in town, though, so he chatted me up last night and all day today. He invited me out, but the timing and plans changed as the day wore on. Just now, he called me and asked me if I wanted to come see him. And maybe I would have, but I don't like being the nearly nine pm afterthought when I have to be up at five o'clock the next morning. On top of that, though he said he wasn't, he sounded drunk. Do you know what that seems like? It seems like he had to get drunk to get excited enough about the idea of fucking me. Maybe my perception is not how it really is. But I guess I will never know because tonight I'm staying home in my own comfy bed. Maybe it's a bit lonely, but my self respect will remain intact. In truth, it wouldn't have been that difficult for him to get me into bed. I've had a rough few weeks at work, and someone playing with my tits and filling me with his cock might have been just what I needed to take the edge off. But spending the night with someone who sounded just a little too sloppy seemed like it would have added to my stress, not diminished it.
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Hoarding stories and bad jokes. Wait. For. It.
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Posted:Apr 7, 2017 6:43 pm
Last Updated:Apr 26, 2017 7:43 pm
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I know you guys know how much I adore my Victoria's Secret lotions, sprays, and perfumes. My ultimate favorite is Dark Angel. I bought a one ounce bottle, some lotions, body sprays, and four roller balls. And then I kicked myself for not buying more because they pulled it quickly, and they never brought it back, not even in the semi annual sales they've had since. I always buy more than that. What was I thinking? I've used it sparingly because I can't bear the thought of finishing it. So, today I was searching my bedroom for another bottle of a different perfume, and I discovered an entire new bottle of my beloved Dark Angel. It was like Christmas! Now, it's always like Christmas for someone in my bedroom. Today it was like Christmas for me!
 Hooray for hoarding tendencies!
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Tantalizing
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Posted:Apr 2, 2017 6:40 pm
Last Updated:May 29, 2017 4:45 pm
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You look like the kind of guy who wants to be in control
You're the boss
An authoritarian
You're the kind of guy who will stare intently at someone
Until she takes the hint
Does your bidding
Caves in to your demands
And falls to her knees
You're the kind of guy who makes everything exciting
Women tingle with nervous energy in your presence
You're the kind of guy who likes to talk
But only has to say very little
The rest is done with your eyes and lips
She will receive a glowing smile when she pleases you
But your flashing eyes could tell a different tale
You're the boss
A natural born leader
Forever in control
And no one ever needs reminding
No one will ever forget
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That Saturday morning drive
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Posted:Mar 26, 2017 6:46 am
Last Updated:Apr 28, 2017 3:57 pm
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It's that Saturday morning drive of confusion
Retracing my steps homeward
Fresh memories of the previous night flow through my mind
I can't decide if I want to smile or cry
I know I will likely never see you again
But I have one night of passion to replay in the sweetest of dreams
One night of longing satisfied
But still the drive away from you leaves only regret
I should have left you sooner
I should have stayed longer
I should never have come to you at all
These thoughts travel home with me
They know the route better than I
They travel on cruise control
While I follow the map that leads me far away from you
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The match that wasn't
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Posted:Mar 25, 2017 4:29 pm
Last Updated:Mar 26, 2017 5:54 am
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Jennifer walked into the room. Though Mike was already sitting there on the bed waiting for her, she didn't say a word. She walked past him to the table, and laid out the contents of her bag: some oil, a bottle of lotion, a scarf, some handcuffs, a sports bra, a muscle shirt, and some short workout shorts. Whether she planned on using any of it was anyone's guess, but she liked the effect it had on Mike as he curiously watched her actions.
Jennifer walked out of the room with the change of clothing, changed, and came back and sat down at the table. Still not saying a word, she put her elbow on the table and her arm in the air, assuming an arm wrestling position. Mike came over and sat down opposite of Jennifer. They began to arm wrestle using their right arms. They had already established the rules of the game. Best out of five, loser removes an article of clothing with each loss. As she suspected, Jennifer was able to put up a fight, but she lost the first round. Sweat covered her arms and glistened her cleavage, and her cheeks turned slightly crimson as she stood and removed her muscle shirt. As you would suspect, Jennifer lost the second round, too, and off came her shorts. She was wearing nothing else but her sports bra. Of course, she was going to lose the third round, but Mike wanted the win, and he wanted her naked fair and square. Though she fought valiantly to the end, Jennifer's hand came down on the table, and with that, off came her bra.
Still without speaking a word, she walked to the bed where he had previously been sitting and sat up on her heels, ready to wrestle. Mike took in the sight of Jen's tan, glistening, naked body. He pulled off his shirt and jeans, keeping on his shorts, and attempted to push Jennifer back onto the bed. Somehow, he assumed she would be an easy target/mark just because she lost all three arm wrestling rounds. He was mistaken. Little did he understand she would use her naked body to her advantage.
Instead of falling over backwards, she pounced on him, her naked breasts in his face, taking him off guard instantly. The lotion she was wearing for the day along with her sweat helped her to glide over him and take control. Pinning his arms over his head, she sat down on his chest. Mike didn't seem to know what happened or quite what he should do as Jennifer inched her way up and dangled her ample breasts in his face. Using her position over him to hold him down, she began to use her breasts to smother him, gently, but smothering just the same. She teased his lips with her nipples, and then she used her arms to push her breasts together, squeezing them over his entire face. Mike was too busy enjoying the effects of this at first that he didn't quite realize he'd been had. When he did, he tried to spring to action, but Jen wasn't going to make it easy for him. He tried to twist away from her control, but she was using her body weight to hold him down, and her hands still somehow held his over his head. Finally, he was able to use his legs, wrapping them around her waist to pull her off him. They were now both on their side, facing each other. Mike was taller, which gave him a physical advantage, but he didn't have much wrestling prowess, and Jen had done this before. Further, she wasn't above cheating, which she did immediately. Mike was feeling pretty proud of his ability to release himself from her grasp. He started feeling even better when he felt the thrill of Jen's hand pulling away his waistband and then wrapping itself around his engorged cock. He would have argued this point, but why bother? It felt too damn good for one thing, and for another, there was a beautiful naked woman touching him. Some small efforts were made to keep up the wrestling theme of the evening, but they both knew it was intended as a means of foreplay and nothing more. Before long, Jen had resumed her position on top of him, only this time, she slid her hot wet pussy down over his thick hard cock. If Mike had any blood flow left in his brain, he would have likely called this a tie he could appreciate. But Jen saw it another way. She was calling this one a win.
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A letter of regret
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Posted:Mar 23, 2017 7:31 pm
Last Updated:Mar 24, 2017 9:26 am
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I think I would have liked to have gotten my fill of you. It's my version of living life with no regrets. I would have liked to have stared deeply into your eyes until I saw every nuance of them. Now, I'm left to wonder how they look in the sunlight or when they are filled with passion and longing and laughter and even anger. I would have liked to taste your kisses and feel your skin, glistening with sweat, pressed up against my body. I would have liked to wake up in your arms and to have fallen asleep with my head on your shoulder. I would have liked to have gotten you off in every known position, to have had the time to bring you that much pleasure, to feel the pride of creating that much joy. I would have liked more time with you. I would have liked to have gotten my fill of you so that once we reached that inevitable moment, I could watch you walk away without this feeling of longing that lingers deep within my soul. I didn't get to know you well, and somehow I feel it makes me miss you all the more.
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"I'm a low brow but I rock a little know how."
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Posted:Mar 19, 2017 7:57 am
Last Updated:Jan 30, 2018 7:52 pm
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You'll have to forgive the vulnerability created by a state of confusion. It's not that anyone should ever expect casual to become lasting, but one would think he could at least expect a polite association once the night comes to an end. One would think that by the age of 30 and certainly by 38 one could learn how to extricate himself from a situation without becoming his own doppelgänger for the cause. At any rate, I didn't expect anything from you except for decency and the occasional reason to smile. It's kind of sad to think of that being taken away.
Oh, and you have really nice lips. I wouldn't mind kissing you again. K. Thanks.
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A moment in time
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Posted:Mar 18, 2017 2:42 pm
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2018 8:40 am
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Sometimes you discover you would rather have been a friend than a one night stand. Consider all options before you proceed.
Sure, I know most of us are here for one reason and one reason only, and once we've satisfied that, we can move on to the next one. Some of us are a little deeper than that, though. Sex is everywhere. No, it really is. You can always find someone to fuck you. But can you find someone who has pretty eyes? Or a great smile? Or a sarcastic wit? Someone with whom you wouldn't mind having a cup of coffee? Someone you could be friends with whether the clothes ever come off or not? Consider what you're likely giving up for the sole purpose of getting off. You can't un fuck someone, but you can always call or text someone just to say hello again...and maybe you'd find that you even want to one day.
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Lately
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Posted:Mar 5, 2017 8:22 am
Last Updated:Jan 1, 2020 6:16 pm
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So, I haven't posted anything lately. I haven't written much of anything at all recently unless you want to call the documentation I've created to justify the billing of my writing. I received a promotion at my job, and I now work long days instead of long nights. It's been a positive change. I actually love my job now. I get to work regular hours; I actually get several hours of sleep a night; my health and outlook on life have improved; and I just truly feel better. But I'm not having sex. And I have nothing to share. I'd like to change that. I really would, lol. At any rate, I am sure I will find something new and noteworthy to write about one of these days. And if not, well, maybe I will just have to make something up.
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How's that for a response
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Posted:Jan 28, 2017 8:07 am
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2018 8:39 am
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My body responds to your text
My nipples harden
My pussy moistens
Then quivers
With desire for you
You reach out to me
And my body says yes
I'm yours
Have me
Take me
Fuck me
Want me
Like you say you do
When you look at me
When your hands touch my body
When the night falls
And you let your guard down
For just a moment
When the moment is right
When all you have to do is say hello
And my body responds
With desire
And longing
And need
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Okay, Ladies, This one's for you (and the men who want you)
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Posted:Nov 18, 2016 6:59 am
Last Updated:Mar 26, 2017 5:57 am
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I started thinking about something this morning. Women are sharing their period stories with Mike Pence. I think they should go a step beyond and start writing letters to congress, especially Paul Ryan, sharing all the gory details of why they use birth control. Did you know some women use it to regulate their cycles in order to even get pregnant, Paul? No, I bet you didn't. Did you know some women use it to keep from bleeding to death? No, I bet you didn't know that, either. Seriously, there are as many stories to be told as there are women who use birth control, and we should fill our congressional leadership's time with reading these stories about everything, including the amount of blood women lose with each cycle.
I proposed this earlier in another group. There are many reasons to do this. First of all, it would be an annoyance. Second, it would be a huge time waster for the people sifting through the mail. Third, it would allow many women to express themselves.
Another suggestion would be to write doctors and demand that they write congress or even demand the floor at a congressional hearing regarding the necessity of these medications. These doctors should feel obligated to stand up for women. After all, knowing a woman could die for receiving inadequate treatment should fall on their shoulders.
EDIT. So, I originally said this post for the ladies, but I take it back. Nope, if men want to be able to have enjoyable sex with women, then they kind of need to consider the health of a woman's reproductive system. Seriously, if a woman is too busy stressing that something is wrong with her or that she is going to get pregnant but doctors won't give her proper care, what do you really think is likely to happen? She is likely to start shying away from sex. She is likely to be uncomfortable having sex. If your pleasure is derived from her pleasure, then you can't afford to be indifferent to the the fact that her needs aren't being met, either in or out of the bedroom.
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Yes, Your Freedom, Too.
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Posted:Nov 18, 2016 6:54 am
Last Updated:Aug 7, 2018 1:56 pm
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When any group of people loses their freedoms in this country, the rest of the people lose theirs as well. Yes, even you, you privileged people. Imagine being pitted against your neighbors or friends who are breaking laws. Imagine knowing you are legally obligated to call the police because your gay is having sex with his lover. Imagine having to call the police because your neighbor, who has always been decent to you, is wearing a suspicious thing on her head. It could even be that her hair was wrapped after her shower, but an obligation is an obligation. Imagine you are suddenly obligated to turn on someone you've always liked because you allowed your government to become so corrupt. The possibilities are endless. Some of you Trump supporters are vicious and lost causes. Some of you are probably salivating with anticipation over the notion of getting to turn me in for my speeches against Trump. But what about the rest of you? What about those of you who insist you aren't racist? What about the rest of you who insist your reasons for voting for Trump had nothing to do with hatred for anyone? What will you do when the time comes for you to either defy an order from a maniacal president or succumb to the maniac and betray a friend? Donate to the ACLU, the SPLC, or the SCLC. The rights you save might be your own.
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