Morning Friends (part 1)
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Posted:Sep 4, 2008 8:10 pm
Last Updated:Sep 4, 2008 8:11 pm
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She met him at the door in a towel, having just stepped out of the shower. She had expected him to call when he had arrived downstairs. She wasn’t expecting the knock on the door without a little more warning.
Releasing the bar block she stood behind the door as she opened it, very aware of the extra noise caused by the release of the privacy lock when she turned the handle. It was early and very quiet in the halls of the hotel as she pulled the door towards herself and stuck her head around it to invite him in.
He was wearing jeans and a green cotton shirt with a small white plaid running through it. He stood just a few inches over her five foot seven inches. The first thing she noticed were his eyes, almond shaped, dark lashes framing a beautiful velvet brown iris. Eyes she could fall into, a slight smile on his, just full enough lips that carried all the way up into those eyes.
He stepped inside and she closed the door behind him softly but firmly, moving the bar lock back into place. She looked back at him, very aware of her state of undress compared to him. Her lids fluttered down as she ran her eyes over his body. Something about the width of his shoulders and the narrowness of his hips made her breath catch in her throat. That brief awkward moment, meeting in person finally, with one purpose in mind.
He says, “Hi”.
“Hi.”, she replied.
He reaches up, puts his hand on the back of her neck and pulls her into him, pressing his lips against hers. Her lips part slightly to run her tongue along his lips, and she reaches up to pull him in tighter as she pulls the edge of his lower lip between her lips and scrapes it lightly with her teeth.
Now he has a pause, a slight jolt as the realization hits that this is real, this is really happening. His lips leave hers and move to her jaw line, her ear lobe, her neck. Her hands move to his back, pulling him still tighter against her, moving down to cup his ass and pull his hips into hers, moving her hips in a circle, pressing and away, pressing and away.
His lips move down below her next to her shoulders, her chest that is visible over her towel.
She reaches up to unbutton his shirt, but his hands are faster. And they’re not buttons, they are snaps, and with one pull his shirt is open and her hands are on his chest. She runs her open palms down the planes of his chest, feeling the shapes that the muscles made beneath her fingers. Her mouth immediately goes to the darker skin of his nipples, embracing each with her lips and teasing the tiny hard pebbles with her tongue.
He pulls her up and pulls away her towel lowering his head to her ample breasts. Sucking the apex of her left tit into his mouth and exploring it while his fingers fondle her right nipple. Her head falls back with a mix between a gasp and a sigh. A low purr in the back of her throat as his tongue finds a sweet spot.
After a moment, she steps back, just one step, enough to reach his belt and start to unbuckle it before he pusher her hand aside in his rush. At the same time he’s pushing his shoes off - first one foot, then the other. Before he can lower his jeans, she takes his hand and pulls him towards the space between the two beds.
He lowers his jeans just enough to press his ass, covered by his grey boxer briefs up against the bed and she lowers his jeans as she sinks to the floor. He removes his shirt as she releases one leg at a time from his jeans, then she smiles up at him and reaches up to pat the bulge in his grey shorts, licking her lips in anticipation.
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Sometimes
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Posted:Sep 2, 2008 7:36 pm
Last Updated:Sep 3, 2008 5:30 pm
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Sometimes it's not about an extended, erotic, sensual encounter. Sometimes it's just about sex. The thrill. The sensation. Pressing the flesh. Touching someone. Being touched. Being alive.
Meet me in a spare moment, in a secluded spot.
Stick your fingers in me.
Let me suck you.
Bend me over your car and fuck me.
Cum on my ass, on my back, in my mouth.
Let me clean you with my tongue.
Drive safe.
Have a nice day.
Have fun and stay safe! 
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Afternoon Delight
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Posted:Aug 31, 2008 10:22 am
Last Updated:Sep 4, 2008 8:06 pm
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Gonna find my baby, gonna hold him tight
Gonna grab some afternoon delight
My motto's always been 'when it's right, it's right'
Why wait until the middle of a cold dark night?
When everything's a little clearer in the light of day
And we know the night is always gonna be there any way
This whole thing started when stress at work nearly drove me over the edge. Finding myself has helped me make it through and opened a lot of widows and doors, but it hasn’t cut down the stressors, and a bad day is still a bad day.
So … I went looking for distraction. And I found it.
I’ve never had a “nooner” before. And even though the stress was still there, I was smiling through the rest of the day …
Last week a friend offered a “picnic” lunch, unfortunately I couldn’t make it … couldn’t take the time off work. Today I MADE the time!
I wore a skirt for ease of access, and a t-shirt over a sheer lace bra and a thong. I met my friend for the first time outside his place; he took me inside to his bedroom. He kissed me and sucked my lower lip into his mouth … mmmm. My belt, my glasses, my earrings, my t-shirt, pumps and bra all found their way off of me. He suckled my breasts, pulling at my nipples with his lips and teeth. Since his shirt was off by now also, I returned the favor, licking and sucking on his oh-so-sensitive nipples.
Then I lay back on the bed, he lifted my skirt and pulled my thong to the side, just enough to gently nibble on my clit and insert a finger into my hungry pussy.
He recommended that I remove my skirt so I wouldn’t mess it up for work, so I removed it and my thong and took a moment to suck on his cock before I got back onto the bed. This is a man who has a talent for using his lips, tongue and fingers and before long I was cumming, gasping and bucking against him.
That was the beginning of getting to know each other. During our “lunch” I came many more times, squirting so hard once that I splashed myself; licking myself off of his fingers and face; getting a full massage and all over body stroking; sucking his eager cock so that I was able to drink down two loads of his cum.
I haven’t been a fan of 69 because I like to focus on what I’m doing and what’s being done to me … but he gave me a new appreciation for the position and how to make the best of it.
Oh, it was rough, putting my clothes back on and going back to the office. But I did … with a smile on my face, his taste on my lips, a blend of our scents all over me and a promise of more “lunches” to cum!
Thinkin' of you's workin' up my appetite
Looking forward to a little afternoon delight
Rubbin' sticks and stones together makes the sparks ingite
And the thought of lovin' you is getting so exciting
Sky rockets in flight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
Afternoon delight
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"And the day came ..."
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Posted:Aug 30, 2008 8:51 am
Last Updated:Sep 3, 2008 5:59 pm
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This is what I had built my walls against. This is what I had feared and protected against. Feelings so strong and so deep that they cut to my soul. Fear so strong that it takes my breath away.
Fear of loss. Fear of rejection. Fear of abandonment. Fear of myself. Fear of feeling too much, too deep. Fear of doing everything wrong. Fear of making the wrong choice. Fear of no forgiveness.
I am on the outside of the wall looking at new landscapes, exciting, yet scary in their unfamiliarity.
And the wall stands behind me now. Would that I could just walk away and leave it there … but if I leave it standing, it can become my prison again. So I must turn and remove the wall, clear the debris it’s been hiding and claim the pieces I need to keep and honor those for their usefulness that has now expired. I must clear the rubble from the wall, finding ways to make it useful and leave it here … my grounding, my ground, a part of who I am … while I explore the new landscapes.
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I get it! I think.
I am me. I am unique. I am different.
I love in a way that is different from others. It’s always confused me why I felt so wrong when I tried to fit the expectations of others … in all sorts of things, but particularly in relationships and love … and I’ve always felt that I was told I was wrong when I tried to feel and love true to myself. And though others may not understand, and I may face ridicule or scorn … I must find and be true to myself. I must let my heart open as it will ‒ not as others will it.
Grant me the serenity to accept the things I cannot change, the strength to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.
Knowing who I am is the first step. Knowing what I need to do is the second. Having the courage and strength to do it … to “kiss the monster on the nose” … is where character comes in. And those times where I question if I have what it takes, I will remember that even if I don’t believe in me, I believe in my friends and they believe in me. And I will remember that I can ask for help, I don’t have to do it all on my own.
And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to open. -- Anias Nin
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My utopia
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Posted:Aug 28, 2008 5:34 am
Last Updated:Sep 3, 2008 6:01 pm
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I have found my utopia. I had just had the most wonderful evening and I didn’t want to come back to reality. I sat there with my travel vibe buzzing between my legs remembering the most fantastic evening/night/morning.
A drive to the country.
A dinner with two couples.
We five move to the great room for wine, movies and desert.
Some movement, some adjusting and there are bits of stroking and petting.
I’m on the far end; my arms can only reach our hosts.
The couple that’s visiting … she doesn’t want to play.
My hostess and I straighten up from dinner and then she takes me on a tour of their home.
We end on the deck of the master suite where her husband joins us.
A blanket of stars covers the night ‒ so far from the city are we.
We search for constellations as we explore combinations, hands reaching, and clothing falling.
We move inside to the bed where he pushes me onto it and climbs next to me so I can suck on his substantial uncut cock.
And his wife joins us on the bed, a true woman, voluptuous, smooth, soft curves and velvet skin, hair like silken threads ‒ a woman goddess.
Her head is on the footboard and he climbs between her legs and licks her pussy while I stroke her legs and suck her toes until she comes.
My head is against the headboard and he turns and sucks and licks my clit while his fingers tease my pussy, pushing on my g-spot until I come with a squirt.
He kneels between us a pussy in each hand both of us coming with pants and squeals as we squeeze each others tits.
He moves between his wife’s legs and fucks her while I suck her tits and finger her clit.
I move my fingers into her soaking pussy while he comes behind me, lubes me up and pushes his dick up my ass, bit by bit - stretching me a little more each time until he’s all the way in.
She takes my hand and squeezes it, takes my breast and sucks on it, he announces to her that he’s fucking my ass, she smiles and he pounds me hard.
We move to the shower together to clean up, soaping each other up and rinsing off.
Back in bed we hold each other, stroking, kissing, licking, laughing and talking about our likes, our passions what turns us on, what makes us happy.
Lying on his stomach, his wife and I massage him from head to toe. Each of us working on half his body until purrs.
Turning him over, she licks his dick then moves up to sit on his face while I wrap my tongue around his head. Moving his foreskin back and forth with my lips. Sucking him deep into my throat, squeezing the base of his cock with my lips. Bobbing up and down on his shaft until he spews loads of cum down my throat.
This is just a taste of the encounter. The experiences too numerous and varied. My mind a blur of sensation and emotion. What a wonderful night. My utopia. The best of many worlds.
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Turn me on
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Posted:Aug 27, 2008 2:40 pm
Last Updated:Sep 3, 2008 6:02 pm
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I talk and write about sex a lot ... well fellatio in particular ... and now that I'm getting some regularly, my mind is leading to paths other than just physical sensation... more what turns me on ... what gets me in the mood...
Eyes - looking into someones eyes and having them look into yours when they talk to you.
Conversation - talking with someone who has opinions and wants to share them and wants to hear mine.
Intelligence - I think it takes someone with intelligence to make another person feel intelligent... someone who makes me feel intelligent and challenges my brain yet won't make fun or be put off when I can't remember a name or a word. Someone who doesn't like or expect me to play dumb and would probably be offended if I did - but is willing to help me expand my knowledge into new areas and ideas.
Humor - witty not ribald ... wordplay is foreplay ... make me laugh - make me groan - laugh with me ... ba-dum-bum.
Scent - clean, fresh, you ... if I wanted to sniff cologne I'd go hang out at the department store ... let me smell you ... maybe mingled with your deodorant, a light mist of cologne/aftershave or fabric softener (I had a boyfriend around high school/college that used ERA laundry detergent and it took years before I quit getting wet every time I smelled it on anyone!) but let me smell YOU through it.
Touch - I know I said other than physical sensation ... but since we've gotten this far ... touch me ... gently but firmly ... but your hand on mine but don't make me feel like I can't get away (unless that's the game we're playing.) Run your fingers up my arm, down my back across my shoulders... reach up and lightly touch my face, my neck, my ear as you brush my hair back. Put your hand on my thigh, squeeze my knee without groping ... later touch my skin, stroke me, trail your fingertips in lazy cursive letters on my skin.
Massage - rub my shoulders, my hands, my neck, my arms, my back, my feet... massage will almost always lead to more with me! Be firm press my muscles and let them relax into the pressure, then stroke them to pull out all of the tension.
Kisses - kiss me lightly, kiss me firmly ... lick my lips with the tip of your tongue, suck my lower lip between your teeth ... let our tongues explore each other, kiss me on my ear, my neck, my hairline, my shoulder blade, the rise of my breast, the valley between my breasts, my wrist, my fingers, the inside of my elbow ... well, you get the idea.
By this time ... if I'm not turned on ... it's not going to happen! I'll talk about what makes me cum and how to make me squeal and squirt in another post.
Have fun and stay safe!
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My Little Anonymous
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Posted:Aug 26, 2008 5:12 pm
Last Updated:Aug 30, 2008 8:48 am
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My little anonymous . That’s what he called me. It makes me smile.
Of course, if you break it down …
My? I’m not really his, or am I? He calls and I answer. He tells me to unlock my door, turn off my lights and remove my clothes … I do. I don’t question him ‒ if I’m here, I’ll answer.
Little … well, there’s not much little about me. My lips are plump when I lock them around his eager cock. My ass is full and round when he bends me over and smacks it. He says I have a meaty pussy as he slides his fingers inside my wetness.
Anonymous … not me, he knows my name. He knows where I live. He has my number. .. and my phone number too. I don’t know him, other than his thick hard cock in my mouth. His soft teasing lips on my breasts. His warm voice on my phone. He is a dark ghost to me … I know his touch, his hair, his feel, his smell, his taste. But I don’t know him.
… well there it is. That is what it all comes down to. I cannot deny it. In fact I revel in it. I love the thrill. Knowing that no one knows or suspects how bad I can be, what fun I have under the cover of darkness. A stranger pumping my mouth full of his cum, sucking my tits, fingering my pussy and ass. A cum queen. Loving every flit of my tongue on balls heavy with cum, every swirl of my tongue on the head of his cock as I slowly take it deep into my mouth, savoring every thick veined inch until I feel that I can’t take any more, then pushing that extra bit so that my throat is a sheath around it and I feel that rush when his head presses hard against my windpipe.
My little anonymous . That’s what he called me.
And I smile as he walks away into the night and I crawl back into my bed working my dripping pussy, remembering his cock in my mouth. I can still feel the sting on my ass from his hand where he smacked me and I come with cry and a sigh still wanting his hands on my body, his lips and teeth on my tits. And I fall asleep with the taste of his cum lingering like a nightcap to bring sweet, trampy dreams.
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My sensual nature
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Posted:Aug 24, 2008 6:07 am
Last Updated:Aug 26, 2008 2:49 pm
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Someone I was chatting with recently asked me to describe more about myself - not in the mundane way - but about my sensual/sexual nature. I could have pulled my list from Wants and Desires - the beginning but that was ten days ago(was that really all?) and I've found out more about myself ... I thought it might make sense to post it here ...
More sensual in nature? Well, like I said, I'd love to hear about your passions. I'm exploring the sensual side of myself right now. I KNOW that I have a passion for fellatio ... always have, since I first became sexually aware. But I think that's been pretty obvious in everything that I've written.
Here are some other things I know about my self and my sensuality and sexuality ... feel free to share the same about yourself:
I am a very touch oriented person. I like to touch and be touched. I really like to have flesh touching flesh - there can be something very powerful about the energy when my skin touches another persons skin - clothing tends to lessen that. If I really listened to my inner voice, I'd be perfectly happy living in a clothing optional environment. At the same time ... I like to dress up (not only in the bedroom) and I like the feeling of lingerie and dressing "sexy" even if it's just going to come off (definitely not required, and not all of the time, but fun from time to time.) I like to have fun ... I like to smile and laugh and giggle ... even in intimate settings ... I'm there to have fun and feel good, and sometimes that means smiles and laughter ... with each other. Water is VERY sensual. I am much more comfortable with oral sex than I am with intercourse ... I'm willing to work on that. I am interested in exploring light bondage - being tied up and licked, sucked, fucked sounds like it could be fun. I am not good at role playing and haven't had an inclination to explore it - along the same lines, I don't think I'd be into full BDSM. I am trimmed - not shaved. I like to play with "toys" both by myself and I think it would be fun with someone else. My breasts like lots of attention. After I've cum the first time, and particularly if my g-spot is being stimulated (WOW OH WOW!) I squirt and I can cum again, and again and again squirting each and every time. I really like to be stimulated with fingers inside me when I'm being eaten. I love the taste, feel and smell of semen. I ENJOY swallowing. I like licking myself off of a man. I'd be interested in a three way. Talk and touch turn me on. I'm a bit of both an exhibitionist and a voyeur.
Well, I'm sure I could go on ... but that's enough for now! So, how about you?
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Anonymous Meetings & Blow Jobs
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Posted:Aug 23, 2008 8:23 pm
Last Updated:Aug 26, 2008 2:49 pm
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Anonymous meetings … and blow jobs can be fun.
A post looking for fun leads to made up names on email sparking an interest … pictures shared where the face is in shadow.
One phone number is all it takes … if that.
One phone number and the calls start, being woken from my sleep by a soothing, sexy voice … again later … and again, asking to meet.
Thoughts racing wondering if this is the right thing to do.
We meet in the dark … I step into his car so we can talk … and touch ... we drive … talking … and touching.
There needs to be more.
We stop … find a place … behind a fence … in the woods … or secluded by bushes … and he worships my breasts with his tongue and I do the same to his cock.
No clothing removed just pushed aside.
Groping … fingering … licking … whispers … touches … and I close my lips on just the tip of his cock in time to drink the delicious creamy splash.
A readjustment of clothes.
A quick goodbye with promises to find each other again in cyberland … and move fantasies into reality.
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Being Well Loved
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Posted:Aug 23, 2008 11:47 am
Last Updated:Aug 27, 2008 2:34 pm
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There's a soreness when I know that I've been loved well ... a good soreness, a good feeling. Hip joints that have been pushed beyond their regular position ... shoulder and neck muscles feeling the strain of prolonged activity ... the inside of my lips, textured from my teeth ... nipples overly sensitive to every brush or movement ... knees tender from the unaccustomed weight ... sore calves from muscles that clenched too tight. And my pussy, feeling used but happy, a stretch at the base of my slit, a sensitizing of my labia and clit, every movement making me smile ... and remember I've been loved well.
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"Smooth runs the water where the brook is deep." - Shakespeare
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Posted:Aug 19, 2008 5:51 pm
Last Updated:Aug 22, 2008 9:27 pm
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Water is so sensual. I’ve always found water to be an aphrodisiac (even though I’m an earth sign). I find being in water calming, soothing and erotic. Standing in a shower, soaking in a tub, wading in the ocean, swimming at night in a pool warmed by the heat of the sun.
Since I was young, my favorite indulgence when bathing, after showering, is to lay in the tub and let the water from the faucet beat down against my clitoris, shifting slightly to feel it pound into my vagina, and back and forth until I came with the rush of the water as the tub filled and covered my hair and my face. My legs pressing against the cold tile while the water embraces my body with its warmth and it brings me to climax.
Aaaahhh
I also love the feel of a shower pelting down on my body, a slight sting (if the pressure is good) with the soothing rush of liquid. And adding a lover to the mix sends me over the edge!
The smooth caresses of a lovers hands, almost frictionless because of the water. Standing, facing the showerhead with the water pulsing on my skin while my lover stands behind me, running his hands over my body, pulling me into his body, feeling the pressure of his cock against my water slicked ass, his hands running down my back; down my arms; around my body to cup my breasts in his hands. Lifting them to the force of the water, pinching and squeezing my nipples while supporting the fullness in his palms.
Mmmmmm
Soapy hands covering every part of me, squeezing my ass cheeks and slipping a finger between them. Penetrating me slightly with a soaped up finger, I moan and move into him as he growls against the back of my neck.
Pouring shampoo into his hands, he runs them through my hair, massaging my scalp with the tips of his fingers, and then carefully rinsing every bit of soap from my hair and body.
I turn and take the soap so I can run my hands up his chest, creating slight suds in the patches of hair on his chest. Running my slippery hands over his pecs and tweaking his nipples as I glide on around to soap his back and press my breasts against his soapy chest, mine fleshy and slick with water his solid, the light soap in his chest hair creating a cushiony feeling against my hardened nipples.
My hands that were moving around his back now running over his shoulders, his shoulder blades, pressing against the ridge of his spine, sweeping out around his waste and down across his hip bones. Moving back around his ass and cupping his cheeks with my hands.
Gripping his cheeks with my hands, I slide my body down his to my knees in front of him and I lick his solid cock in a single line from his testes to his crown. I bring my hands forward and soap his balls and cock. Embracing his balls lightly but firmly and gripping his cock firmly running my hand along his shaft, over the ridge of his head and flipping my finger across the top of his head.
I move aside to let the water wash away the soap. And then I take his dripping cock between my lips. Licking each drop of water, sucking on the head and pulling the full shaft into my mouth. The water adding to my excitement, like it’s urging me on as I suck on his length. Running my tongue around the head as I pull my mouth away and then push back down against his length. Feeling his head pressing against the back of my throat. Swallowing instinctively the water running down his chest, across his stomach and into my mouth as I grab his butt and pull him deeper into my hungering mouth.
He braces his hands against the wall and leans into me, letting me ravage him with my tongue. I feel his balls tighten under my chin, his breathing becoming ragged, his penis throbbing, jumping like it’s reaching to be deeper inside my throat. And with a purr and a swallow, I drink down his essence as he shouts to the wall. With a final lick from his balls to his tip, I rise and kiss him. The water washing away all evidence of our time spent beneath its revitalizing touch.
There is nothing softer and weaker than water,
And yet there is nothing better for attacking hard and strong things.
For this reason there is no substitute for it.
-Lao-Tzu (c. B.C. 550)
My soul is full of longing
For the secret of the Sea,
And the heart of the great ocean
Sends a thrilling pulse through me.
-Henry Wadsworth Longfellow (1807-1882), The Secret of the Sea
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Ask and you shall receive
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Posted:Aug 13, 2008 12:39 pm
Last Updated:Aug 26, 2008 2:51 pm
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Ask and you shall receive. If you build it they will cum … WOO HOO! I write about the freedom of judgment and being able to laugh during sex and WOW did I get it … mmmmmm … I’m still purring!
Every time my shirt brushes against my still erect and very tender (in oh, so good a way) nipples … every time I feel the slight soreness from my well loved pussy … the slight bruising of my swollen lips from protecting a luscious long cock from my teeth … the scent, even after showering, catching whiffs of his essence on my heated skin. WOW!
And on top of the awe inspiring loving… someone who likes to laugh! And is willing to explore! (And has spectacular tongue, lips, fingers, cock, balls, buns … My body is responding just from the memory. My eyes go half lidded, my skin starts to flush, the blood rushes to fill the swollen tissue in my cunt and it starts to moisten and throb … I probably shouldn’t be in public right now … I just want to run my hands over my body, cup my breasts, pinch my nipples … well, you get the idea! Isn’t fate awesome?
Have fun and stay safe!
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Lighten up
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Posted:Aug 12, 2008 10:39 am
Last Updated:Apr 25, 2024 4:16 am
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I wrote this last month ... put wanted to post it here for the topic ... even if the reason for it is a little out of date.
Independence Day. I know what it means for the country ‒ what does it mean for me?
Independence from judgment ‒ about my desires, about my body, about me. I had a few minutes of that today at different times ‒ watching my best friends shoot off fireworks and laughing and clapping like a (it made them laugh at me … so what? I was enjoying myself and enjoy showing my joy!) Playing (poorly) a Wii game later with those same ‒ I kept falling off the race course, it made my laugh! My friend said her favorite part of playing Wii (or watching) is my sound effects! My team mate said I’d probably do better if I quit laughing! I was having FUN!
And that is part of my independence this July Fourth ‒ being able to laugh. I’m always surprised (you think I’d learn by now) that there isn’t more laughter in the bedroom (okay ‒ do NOT go there!) I mean fun laughter ‒ not making fun, not judging or embarrassing, but joyous, fun laughter! (Well, maybe a little embarrassing laugher at times, I mean there are a lot of potentially embarrassing things about sex, as laugh as we’re laughing with our partner, not at them.)
Why is sex so serious? Come on, it’s the most basic, most natural thing we can do with others. It’s FUN (at least I hope so!) I like to laugh when I’m having fun… my guess is that most people do. Yes, there are times when sex is a sacrament, and more solemn ‒ that’s fine … that’s cool! But when you’re just hooking up ….when it’s the thrill of someone new … when it’s just getting off … when it’s pleasure and joy and the affirmation of being alive … lighten up!
Several of my dates have seemed a little weirded out because I’m smiling or laughing when something feels GOOD. Or if I’m looking at them … and thinking about the things I’m going to do, the fun I’m going to have, and it makes me smile. Hey, I didn’t run screeming from the room, or laugh and point at their dangly bits and private parts. I figure we’re both (or all) here for the orgasm, we might as well enjoy the ride!
I sign my emails “Have fun and stay safe! ” the emphasis is on have fun, the balance is in staying safe (and you always end with a wink!) Lighten up!
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