True friends
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Posted:Mar 30, 2013 6:34 am
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It is an odd thing to have happen, and coming onto this site, I never anticipated it at all. But as I have spent time here, and as I have chatted and met people from here in real life, I have made some very good friends. That has sadly hit home very hard lately. Two of those friends have been lost to us, and it just reminds me that I have good reasons for never taking life for granted. Those lessons are hard to learn, but important to learn as well. Unfortunately many don't realize that until something tragic happens. My heart breaks for one friend right now as she has to face her loss. <3
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A promise...
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Posted:Mar 10, 2013 4:57 pm
Last Updated:May 11, 2013 8:05 am
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The phone went dead. His last words were clear in my head still as I drifted off to sleep, a smile still on my lips. Sleep was quick to come, and was sweet.
I woke with the sunrise in the morning, my mind going automatically to the needs of the day. Get the to school. Run to the grocery store. Pick up my.... I startled, took a moment to remember, then wondered if it was a dream. No, I was certain it wasn't. "I will be there by 10 tomorrow morning. No hello's, no words, I am just going to drag you up to your bed, remove whatever clothes you are wearing, and then dive in and eat your pussy like you have never been eaten before. I want you. Tomorrow, I am going to have you. When I am done fucking you, you won't be able to move or even think. You will be completely and utterly satisfied."
I quickly got out of bed and jumped in the shower. I had no time to waste. I went quickly through the routine of the morning until the were all out the door and on their way. I moved into the things that I needed to do before he arrived. Hair, makeup, a quick tidy and then time for breakfast and a little relax time before he would walk in the door. I decided to dispense with the clothes. Instead, I wore my new nipple decorations, gold and delicate, pinching my nipples and enhancing the already heightened tension and anticipation that I was feeling. I looked sexy, decorated, my gold jewels all enhancing my appearance next to my bare skin. I had time left, so I took my tea and a magazine and reclined on my bed. Relax. Sure. My breath was fast and nervous... I was waiting anxiously for him to get here.
The time came. My phone had been silent and I had not heard a word since the click of the phone last night. But I knew. He didn't lie to me. He never told me anything that I could not trust completely. I knew that he would be there, and when he said he would. As I expected, I heard his vehicle door close outside. I had texted him to come right in as I left the door open for him.
Before I had time to even close my magazine, the door opened, closed, and he was at the top of the stairs. His shirt was already open, the look in his eyes intense and focused on me. I could see the desire burning in him. As promised, he stripped himself of all his clothes, silent even still, then climbed onto the bed between my legs, and went to work. Immediately I caught my breath. His tongue worked my clit, and his rough chin rubbed my skin so that it tingled. It was mere moments before I was orgasming for the first time, my thoughts and anticipation having prepared me and set my body on fire before he even touched me. The mind is such a powerful thing.
After he had brought me to orgasm several more times with only his mouth, he moved up and knelt between my legs. Without even a guiding hand, his hard cock found its destination. Instantly I felt ecstasy again. My body was tingling all over and my insides felt like they would explode. I knew from experience that if I just let my body go, it would get even better. I could feel it the moment that the warmth released itself inside me, filling my pussy with wetness and making the movements even more pleasing for both of us. He could tell when it happened as well. A smile crept onto his lips and his movements grew even more intense and purposeful.
My orgasms came quickly, one after the other, wetter and stronger and blending into each other to seem as though they were one massive and tremendous orgasm. I knew the moment that he lost control. He is good at waiting, at holding on so that he can draw it out, but even he loses the ability to wait, where the feelings take over and overwhelm. It came hard and strong. I could feel him pulsing inside of me, over and over. He stayed hard long enough to send me to the moon one more time, then collapse on the bed, spent and shaking. We both lay there, breathing hard, touching in random places down the length of our bodies.
Eventually, our hearts slowed, our breathing came easier, and we curled up into one another's arms. It was completely as promised, and even better than either of us had anticipated.
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A night at home...
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Posted:Feb 20, 2013 6:46 pm
Last Updated:Mar 10, 2013 6:28 pm
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The were settling into bed quietly, the house was surrounded by dark night skies, and the fire was crackling in the hearth. We snuggled close on the couch, his arm around my shoulders, my head lying comfortably on his chest. I had my arm tucked in close to him, and my other hand lay resting on his thigh. We were watching a show, what it was escapes me, as I wasn't really concentrating on it.
The day had been long, the evening even longer. It felt good to finally have the house to ourselves, to have some quiet, private time for us. I had been looking forward to this all day long, since we had said goodbye with a sweet, wonderful kiss as we headed out the door. His lips had touched mine in a sweet embrace, their firm yet at the same time soft skin leaving me wanting, longing for more.
Now, I could hear his heart beating, its pace slow and easy. I could tell from the way that he held himself that he was content, at ease and completely relaxed. It feels good to be able to have that with the one that you love. I lifted my hand up to his chest, and began to massage slowly.
I felt his hand start to squeeze my shoulder, massaging me in a similar way. Our breathing was matched, and it felt... right. I slowly lifted my face from his chest, and looked up into his. He turned and looked into my eyes. We stayed that way for a long time, he looking down at me, me looking up at him. A smile played on my lips, and I could see the smile sparkle in his eyes.
It seemed an eternity before he lowered his head, his lips touching mine. They parted, parting mine with them, and we kissed long and slow. His hand's grip on my shoulder tightened, and his body turned so he could better face me. His other arm encircled me, his grasp pulling me close and intensifying the kiss as it happened. His tongue darted inside my mouth, mine meeting his in an intimate dance. My heart was beating faster now, and my juices were flowing, warming my body as I thought of all that was to come.
He pushed me back on the couch now, his lips leaving mine as they traveled across my jaw. He nibbled my earlobe, licked my neck as he moved to the opposite side to repeat his attentions there. His hands moved from my shoulders and began to massage my chest, now easily accessed as I lay back on the couch. My nipples reacted instantly and poked proudly beneath the fabric of my top. He noticed, and lifted the hem of my shirt to reveal my bra underneath. His low growl made me catch my breath. I so loved hearing that sound, his approval and appreciation of all that I was.
He lifted me up slightly and reached behind. Deftly, he unfastened the hooks and my bra slid off and was left on the floor, forgotten. My nipples were quickly consumed, his tongue bathing them and lavishing them. He gave both of them equal time, using his fingers to continue the onslaught as his mouth changed from one to the other.
I felt his mouth travel even lower then, making a trail down my belly as his hands reached for the button on my pants. As skilled as he was at removing my bra, my pants and panties were quickly removed to allow his mouth to continue downward. He found his target, and his tongue parted my other lips to find the prize hidden within. He began to suck and play, using his tongue to moisten, to flick, and to play as my body began to tingle and shiver and shake.
He could feel my climax begin, and he began to suck my clit and pull it into his mouth. He knew just how to attack to bring me to completion, but his attentions did not stop as my final shudders subsided. He also knew well that if he continued, his efforts would have me repeating this feeling over and over.
His tongue was now joined by his fingers, his wet mouth mixing with my wetness from within. His fingers slipped in, finding just the right spot to make me cum again... and hard. I felt the wetness flow inside me, warm and plentiful. He didn't stop still, and another followed quickly behind. There was now wetness covering his hand, and I could hear our noises changing as it got wetter and wetter.
Finally, I could stand it no longer, and my hands ripped at his belt, button and zipper. He shucked his pants as I pulled at his shirt, and my hands finally got to feel his chest skin to skin. My fingers curled into him, his firm body feeling amazing beneath my touch. I pulled on his shoulders as he held his body above me and his hard cock found my wet pussy beneath. He slid inside, our bodies meshing perfectly together. I could feel his hardness deep within me, and along the length of my body as we came fully together.
Our pace was hurried now and we reveled in the feelings that we were experiencing. I could feel that telltale tingle building, better than all the rest that had come before. I let my body take over, and gave myself into feeling. I pulled him close with my arms and my legs wrapped around him. Suddenly, my legs pulled and held, and I started to shiver and shake. I could feel him moving even more urgently now, and then suddenly slam hard inside me as he exploded. His face changed, his expression telling me that he was letting himself go completely, his body completely taking over all conscious thought and action.
He held me, I held him, and we just breathed... hard and heavy. The sweat coated us, mingling with the wetness between us, making everything slick and smooth and warm. We relaxed into the couch, he slid behind me and wrapped me in his grasp, and we again became familiar with the movie that was now playing. The tv show from before was long over and the movie was well on it's way to being done as well. A nice way to end a long day.
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A good morning...
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Posted:Feb 12, 2013 7:15 pm
Last Updated:Mar 10, 2013 6:48 pm
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Slowly I started to gain awareness. The sunlight streamed through the window, finding the cracks and spaces that we could not hide from its presence. I could tell it was early yet, the birds the only things stirring in the world around. I could feel our legs touching, still entwined as they were throughout the night. My mind started to wander its meandering morning path... I stretched, turned and cuddled in against his back. My arms curled around him, my hands reaching around. They found what they were looking for with little effort.
He was also ready to awaken. I could feel his hardness in my hand. It was pulsing and growing as I held onto him. He stirred beneath my arms, and I could feel the smile growing on his lips although I could not yet see it. His shoulders stretched beneath my embrace as he enjoyed the feeling of my hand on him. I squeezed lightly, enhancing the pulsing inside. My thumb ran over the tip, and I could feel his precum start to ooze. The slippery feel just spurred me onward. I continued to play with his tip, my hand squeezing and playing just the way I had learned that he liked. I cupped his balls with my hand, squeezing, moulding them in my hand. He rolled backwards now, giving me better access and taking me into his arm and holding me close.
My head lay on his chest, his body firm and warm beneath me. I could hear his heart under my ear, and feel his breathing, even and relaxed. My hand continued its lazy playing, but soon that was not enough for either of us. I crawled until I kneeled between his legs. My mouth took over where my hand left off. I pulled the tip of his cock into my mouth, and used my lips to encircle the tip completely. I sucked lightly, my tongue playing and swirling around. My hand wrapped around his shaft, and I slowly worked my mouth up and down on the top, leaving enough lubrication behind to help my hand begin to work as well. I could feel him pulsing beneath my touch. Each stroke I took him in a little more, until finally I swallowed him whole. His cock fully filled my mouth and reached far into the back. I could feel him slide down my throat as I fought back the gagging sensation. My nose and my chin hit his pelvis and I held it there as long as I could. On the release, I pulled with my lips, my mouth never leaving his hard shaft as I began again.
My hand slid easily now along his length, and my mouth twisted and turned, sucked and played as he lay back in utter pleasure. I would occasionally cup his balls in my now warm, wet hand. When I could stand no more, when my need surpassed my desire to give him pleasure, I lifted myself up and moved so that i could slide easily on top of him. His hard length now filled my pussy completely, and my wetness mingled with that i had left behind with my mouth.
I moved rhythmically now, feeling the tip of his cock hit deep inside me as I sat fully down on top of him. Each stroke brought him deeper and deeper, and all I wanted to do was preserve that moment for always. I could feel my orgasm building deep inside me, that feeling of tension, pushing me to tighten, but I knew that if I relaxed and let it take over it would be even better. I was not disappointed. As I continued to move on top of him, he thrust his hips upward, timing it just perfectly so that we came together in one hard, deep push. He held my arms taut, I arched my back, and the feeling grew and grew until, simultaneously, we both exploded in ecstasy. He tensed and thrust hard and held it, and I pushed down so both of us held him deep within me in just the perfect spot, my orgasm sending warm wet flooding all over his pelvis, his cum mixing in with mine. I could feel each spurt as it shot inside me. We held ourselves there for a moment, then relaxation came to us slowly and we pulled ourselves apart. I moved up the bed and curled in next to him, my head again nestled into his shoulder. We both smiled softly, his hand cupping the back of my head as his arm wrapped around me. The sun was fully bright in the room now, and we had begun our day in the best way we knew how...
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The Dinner
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Posted:Feb 10, 2013 7:03 am
Last Updated:Feb 11, 2013 5:47 pm
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I ran through the door and headed straight for the kitchen. I checked on the chicken marinating in the fridge, put it into the oven to bake, prepared the salad and got the buns in the warming drawer. Before running upstairs to get myself ready, I took one more moment to open the bottle of red wine to breathe so it would be just right by the time supper was ready.
I took the stairs two at a time and ran to the closet to find it... Ah, there was the one I had in mind. Sitting on the edge of the bed, I pull up my nylon stockings, all the while thinking of the evening ahead. I pull on the new lacy black garter belt and fasten the straps to the stockings. Oops, I forgot to put on the matching panties. Oh well, I am hoping not to need them particularly long tonight anyways!
I find the lacy black bra, the one with the peach lace trim and ribbons running through the straps. Very sweet, but sexy all the same. Finally, I pull on my dress. Sheer black sleeves, fitted bodice with the low cut neckline, and the cute flowing skirt with the hemline just above my knee... Perfect! Now to find the right pair of shoes to go with it. Every girl knows how important the right pair of shoes is to making an outfit just right!
I walk into the closet and scan the racks. Ah, yes, there are the ones I was thinking about. I pull out the black patent ones with the 4 inch heels. Sophisticated and classy to suit the dress, but sexy too. I sit down once more to pull them on and then take a minute to look in the full length mirror. Ah, yes. Perfect!
I hear the doorbell just as I finish touching up my hair and make-up. Damn, I wish I hadn’t run into that parent in the hallways just as I was leaving. I would have liked to be less rushed and more relaxed getting ready for tonight! I spritz on some perfume as a last touch before leaving to head downstairs.
I ran down the stairs, at least as much as that is possible in a pair of heels. I reached the door, but take a moment to catch my breath, smooth my skirt... I open the door and you stand there before me, taking my breath away. I invite you inside, and as you walk past me I take in the sight of you. I can tell that you put some thought into your appearance, and my welcoming gaze shows my appreciation. You walk by in those dark dress trousers I like so much, the ones that cling nicely to your firm, round bum. The leather belt that you got for Christmas finishes them off, cinching your trim waist nicely, and adding that extra finishing touch. The blue dress shirt has buttons done up just enough to be acceptable, but not so much that a slice of your strong hard chest isn’t visible, enticing and providing thoughts of the night ahead...
You take me in your arms and hold me for a few seconds, your hands exploring the feel and the contents of my dress. After a moment, I take you by the hand and lead you to the kitchen. While I take out dinner and put it on the table, you pour the wine. I have never been a slave to the theories and rules about what wine to pair with what meal... The shiraz that you hand me tastes so nice, and I always prefer to have what I want, and not only when it comes to wines!
The wine tastes so smooth and full bodied. I enjoy the flavour and the feel of it in my mouth. As I drink, I stare into your eyes, and... can wait no longer. I place the glass on the counter, and slowly reach for yours as well. I take it and place it next to mine, then pull you towards me. I take your face and cup it in my hands, and slowly touch your lips with mine. I can taste the wine on your lips, and in your mouth as I run my tongue around inside, teasing and tasting, tasting and teasing as our tongues meet and play with one another. The warm sensation, partly from the wine and partly from the feelings the kiss stirs deep within me, spreads from my lips, to my entire face, and awakens within me a need and a longing so strong that it surprises me.
I release your face from my grasp, and my hands move down, feeling your chest, your pectoral muscles twitching as my hands run across them. My fingers play with your taut nipples through the fabric of your shirt, and the play of my hands on the fabric and rubbing your nipples arouses you... I can feel it as my pelvis presses against yours. I love that a mere touch and a kiss from me has that affect on you… I spread my hands inside the open part of your shirt and begin to open the buttons, keeping my hands pressed against you and feeling your warmth as I do. The last button open, I peel the shirt from you, admiring the wonderful things that are uncovered beneath. My fingers run against your hard chest, feeling the softness of your hair as it runs through my fingers. I lean to kiss each and every inch, travelling fully around to make sure I have not missed a single spot. Your back is firm and warm under my hands, and my lips trail tiny kisses along in a trail as I continue my exploration.
From behind you now, I reach and start to unbuckle your belt, loosening it, then undo the button and fly of your pants. Wanting to see as I pull these off, I move again to stand before you, and slowly pull them down and off your hips. I move along with them, peeling them completely off your legs. Now my face sits in front of your hardness... and I notice that I am not the only one to forgo underwear tonight!
My hot breath fans across your erect member, and it twitches as you feel the breath touch you, feel its warmth and moistness. But before I touch, before my lips make any contact, I decide to stand up and give you a little show too. I step back, peel my dress slowly from my body and reveal the decorations that are underneath. Still wearing the stockings, patent leather heels, garter and bra, I again crouch in front of you, this time to face you at your full size, standing straight out and ready for me.
My lips touch your head, and kiss it gently. My tongue joins in, and slowly plays with just the tip... feeling the opening, playing with it and sneaking gently inside. I take the head of your penis into my mouth now, and....
The entire head fits neatly inside my mouth. I swirl my tongue around and lavish it with attention. I begin to take more of your length in my mouth, pulling off to the very tip, then taking you in again. A little more each time... deeper and deeper... until the very length of you is in my mouth, in my throat. Each time I pull off, I suck and hold my lips close in, tight along the entire length of your manhood. The pressure that my mouth creates on your cock feels so good, you moan deeply and have to hold the counter behind you as you push your pelvis into my face, wanting more.
This time I come right off with my mouth, but the attention only continues. My hands are now constantly holding your balls, playing with them, holding the shaft at the base and squeezing firmly, twisting and turning, using the spit left behind to lubricate your shaft. My mouth returns, but this time I go at you from the side, wrapping my lips around your girth. I play lightly with your skin, pulling at you with my teeth, nibbling, nipping bits here and there... enough to tease, but never enough to hurt or make you want to pull away from me. You long for my mouth to enfold you completely again, but I resist, preferring to tease and to tantalize a moment longer.
Finally, I decide that you have waited long enough, and I take you in my mouth again. This time, the fervour overtakes both of us, and you hold my head with your hands, pumping your length in and out, in and out, and I take the full length of you, still holding your sac with my hands and playing, feeling the skin of them, behind them, pushing and pressing on your body just behind the sac as you pump...
I can feel the motion change, and you tense, then stop for a moment, and then... bliss. Your seed squirts to the back of my mouth, and I hold it in... swirl it around until you are fully spent... Then I swallow, the taste filling me and making me smile. I love it when you cum, I love to make you feel so satisfied.
Dinner awaits on the table, and we take our seats, dressed as we are. I take my glass of wine and sip, and raise my glass towards you. We enjoy the meal, knowing that this is only the beginning of the evening...
After dinner, you and I are both enjoying the view across the table... I in my black sexy undergarments, and you in nothing but your skin. I stand and come across the table to put my hands on your shoulders and straddle your lap. You are not ready for me yet, but as I sit, I can feel you begin to stir again. I lower my lips to yours, and kiss you softly with my parted lips. My breasts rub against your chest, the lace a bit rough and providing ample stimulation for both of us. Your hands reach up and grab on, squeezing my firm mounds and massaging them. You reach around and release them from their cage, discarding the lace onto the floor. Returning to their original place, I can feel your hands on my bare skin. You play with my nipples, pulling, massaging, stretching. They are taut and erect now, just as you begin to be yourself. I grind my pelvis into yours to ensure that the feeling continues.
You grab my hips now and pick me up. With total disregard for the meal and the things left behind from that, you push things aside and lay me on the table. My hips, now even with the edge of the table, lift up and offer my pussy to you. Always obliging, you lean down and return my favours of earlier. Your mouth captures my lips, your tongue finds my clit, and you proceed to bring me to orgasm... again and again and again. Your tongue plays an intricate game, darting inside, then back to my clit, your lips pulling and sucking, and the sensation is beyond belief.
Finally, when I think I can stand it no more, you stand, lean over and kiss me, your mouth full of my taste. As you lavish my mouth with your kisses, you enter me. Full, long, hard... you start slowly, easing your length inside me until I feel you hitting my cervix deep inside. Faster and harder and finally you are pounding inside me, shifting the table with the force of your assaults. After the previous orgasms, I am so sensitive that I cum over and over, exciting you even more. The fervour of your thrusts send me over the top... I feel as though I am losing control over everything. One last thrust, and then... your back shudders, your arms tremble and you collapse on top of me, sweaty and satisfied. We lay entangled, somewhat uncomfortable on the table, but completely happy.
You finally regain yourself enough that you stand, help me up, and lead me to the stairs...
We walk beside one another, feeling aroused even with the activities we engaged in downstairs. Knowing that we have the entire night ahead of us, we smile and reach for each other’s hand and walk into the bedroom. I sit down on the edge of the bed, and you peel the last bits of clothing from my body. The stockings and garter hit the floor in a puddle, already forgotten. Your arms have reached for me and taken me in their hold, and you hold me close to your chest. Yours and mine, touching, sharing our warmth, our heartbeats mingling and matching... the beats getting quicker as your mouth traces a line behind my ear, my hands caressing the pictures along your back.
Your lips begin their descent, searching for other places to leave their impression. You nuzzle along my neck, then trace the form of my collarbone and shoulder and down my arm. You take each fingertip into your mouth, suckling each and paying attention to each as if they were the most erotic thing you could think of. You trade arms, lavishing the same attention on the other so as to feel my entire body, not missing one square inch.
Your lips now travel to my chest, stopping to visit each nipple, to play and pay attention to each so that both rise up and stand proud, aroused.
Your trail leads lower, and your hands gently push my torso back on the bed to allow access to the place which you seek. You again smother my clit with your mouth, burying your face deep in my mound to inhale the scent of our sex, still left from our earlier escapades. This time, however, your attentions go beyond my pussy, and you roll me over on the bed, my legs now supporting me as I stand before you, my ass offered up to you. I use my own hands on my breasts as your mouth finds my butthole, and your tongue gives the same attention to it as it had previously to my pussy. Your tongue bathes my behind, making me drip, wet with my cunny juices from feeling the tremendous pleasure you give me. I can feel the tip of your tongue dart inside, and you lick all around my asshole, preparing it for what is coming...
You reach to flip me over, and grab the lube to prepare your hard member for what it is about to do, always considerate of me, my comfort and my pleasure. Sufficiently lubricated, your head touches my hole and you slowly push it inside. I brace myself and try to relax so that you can gain entry without too much trouble, making it better for both of us. Finally, your entire tip pops in. You give me a moment to catch my breath and relax, then continue your journey inward. You slowly start to pull out, then push back in, adding to the lube to help our progress. Each thrust pushes you further inside, until finally, thanks to your patience and caring, you are all the way in. Your balls hit my cunt, slapping against my pelvis and generating even more pleasure for both of us.
You are pushing in fully and deeply each time now, the tempo increasing as I am now fully open to you, and you feel the intensity increase, urging you onward. Your cock fills me up, my hole tight and slick with the lube, making you go wild with pleasure. I can feel the intensity of your thrusts even more now, and I push equally back, trying to get you deeper and deeper inside. My fingers work my clit, the pleasure I am feeling skyrocketing and causing now wave after wave of orgasms to shake my body. You continue the onslaught, and then finally, I feel your body tense, then shake, then a fullness like never before. Your seed shoots into me, and you push, fully and completely inside of me now, until every last drop is spilled.
Dinner is finally done, and the dessert is the best course… as always.
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Venting...
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Posted:Feb 2, 2013 8:41 am
Last Updated:Feb 14, 2013 9:55 pm
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Is it just me or does it seem like it just isn't as much fun as it once was? Unfortunately for me (well, fortunate because of my reasons), the only reason I come here is to chat really, but as of late it has become rather mundane, and many times frustrating and infuriating and is holding less and less of a lure for me. Some people get so bogged down by drama... about people in the room, about things that have happened to them or to others. I know that peoples' lives are complicated, but it is really not the place to air those fights when you are in a chat room is it?
Some people that go in to chat are attention seekers. They want all focused on them, regardless of whether it is positively or negatively. They say things to draw it out, often at the expense of others who may be in the room, or worse, not in the room. The frustrating thing becomes when people rise to the bait and argue, throw insults... and then complain about all the drama afterwards. Are we not all adults? Do we not make our own choices? The ignore button is a wonderful thing, but even if you don't use it, it is not really that difficult to exercise the choice to remain quiet, to talk to other people or simply just leave. Talking to someone that is merely trying to be increasingly negative and rude doesn't help... it feeds the fire.
I go into chat less and less, and when I do, I usually just spend my time on the lurkers couch watching. It is sad, because it can be fun with the right people, and has been a way for me to laugh and to connect with some very good people. But the more and more negative it gets, the less and less good people want to be there. C'est la vie I guess.
“The reason people find it so hard to be happy is that they always see the past better than it was, the present worse than it is, and the future less resolved than it will be.”- Marcel Pagnol
I wish this were not so true, but for so many it is. I found my happiness. I am not going to let others rob me of that.
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People's agendas
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Posted:Jan 20, 2013 6:19 pm
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2013 10:37 pm
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I find it interesting that the art of conversation and the idea that people can go out for a night of fun that doesn't necessarily involve hooking up is lost on some people. I went out with my friends last night, and while we were out, we met a couple and started to talk. They were chatting up our friends quite seriously, then switched over to us and we started to talk more. We were chatting along, I showed off some pics from here (I am very proud of my man  ) and then the question... "So, are we just flirting here, or are we going to go upstairs to play?"
He looked at me and I knew it was my decision. I said very easily and quickly "I think I am good right here". The conversation with them lasted about 30 seconds longer and they were gone. Wow. I don't quite understand that whole idea of going out with the agenda of finding people to fuck at all costs. We are quite good with playing if the mood strikes us, if the people seem to fit and we feel a good vibe, but we never go out looking for anything. We go out with the idea of having fun, enjoying our evening, and that way we are in control of that happening for the most part - we always have fun when we go out with our friends. And most of all, we are never disappointed and have our night ruined by not finding what we were looking to find.
I was a bit miffed that this couple was interested in talking to us only insofar as it was necessary in order to hook up with us, but that as soon as that was no longer a possibility, the conversations was abruptly over. We are not meat - either one of us. We are not a prize to be had, a trophy to be won or a pair to be conquered. We are people that are worth talking to, and we can be fun to hang around with regardless of whether you are fucking us or not. But I guess for some people, the hunt and the trophy is all they are looking for. I feel sorry for those people.
P.S. I later found out that they moved on from our friends when they found out they don't play with other men in the room. Oh, and my man? He was just fine with my decision.. he was not interested either, but was fine leaving the decision to me.
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Only in my mind... or is it?
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Posted:Dec 5, 2012 1:59 pm
Last Updated:Feb 6, 2013 9:28 pm
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My mind wanders... whoever said that the brain is the most powerful and sexual part of you was exactly right. I often find myself thinking... recalling a touch, a caress, a moment, a word... I can feel the wetness start with only that thought. You are so much in my mind that I can't help it.
I lay back in my bed, naked and refreshed from sleep, and a smile spreads across my lips. I can feel your hands on my body now... you are not there right now, but you have been before, and the sensation left behind from your hands slowly sliding down the length of my body, kneading my breasts, your lips suckling tenderly, is not difficult to bring back to the present. My eyes close, my hands follow that same path, and I can pretend that we are together. I can feel the tingling inside, the wetness spread between my legs.
My fingers creep downward to find that wetness, and the touches begin to take on a physical presence as I recall the feel of your hands there. Your fingers lightly separating my lips and finding their mark, pressing and rubbing lightly , playing with my clit and sneaking inside, then resuming their play but now with more urgency and pressure. The feel as your fingers are replaced by your mouth. I so wish I could replicate that feeling now, but memories will have to do.
I can feel the touch of your kiss on my most feminine spots. You kiss me lightly, pulling my clit between your lips and sucking lightly. You play with it, roll it around with your lips, pulling at it and sending amazing sensations shooting through my core and into my inner most self. Your tongue darts out and continues, increasing the onslaught once again. I can feel it moving inside of me now, licking, kissing and sliding in and out of my wetness. Your fingers, your mouth, joined in an intricate dance, complementing one another with their motions.
My breath quickens now. Better than just me bringing myself to a climax, the memories I have of you doing so help to increase my pleasure. I can feel that I am close now, my fingers quicken in their motions, and the memories flood onward...
No longer enough, your kisses and hands having created a frenzy that is amazing, but now we both feel a deep need for that one special connection. You move upwards and overtop of me. I can feel your hard cock, and without any help, it finds its way into its home... We are joined, moving as one, moving together and our breathing takes on the same pattern. My fingers continue rubbing as the thought of you pushing in deeper, harder finally brings me to that place I yearned to be... I cry out, tense up, shiver and shake.... and then smile once again as I remember the look on your face as you collapse on top of me, hold me in your arms and whisper in my ear...
“I’m so glad to see that you are ready for me…” My breath catches, a smile spreads across my lips and my heart skips a beat as I feel the real warmth of your mouth next to my face, your rough whiskers rubbing my cheek as you nuzzle me close.
Memories are wonderful, but the real thing is so very much better. <3
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It's beginning to look a lot like...
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Posted:Dec 1, 2012 6:49 am
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2013 10:39 pm
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The boxes were finally put away, the decorations were finished, and I was finally able to sit by the fire with my hot chocolate and just relax. The lights on the tree glowed with their colours reflecting off of the multitude of decorations. I love to sit and watch the colours... no tv, no sounds, the in bed and just be.
As I sat, thoughts of him crept into my quiet reverie. I wondered where he was, what he was doing at that moment. I started to feel the juices flowing within my body, but then that feeling always accompanies thoughts of him. When we were actually together, the floodgates would open for sure and once again I would soak him and me with all of the things that I felt.
I reached my hand slowly into my pants. Easy access tonight as I had been finishing the work and wanted nothing but comfort. My fingers found the spot quickly and adeptly after years of practice having proven time and again what worked. I sat and quietly fingered my clit, the lights of the tree illuminating my face and creating a pleasant glow. I could feel my breath start to quicken, and then suddenly I heard the door open... that little chime of the security system betrays anyone who tries to enter quietly. Footsteps at the door and some quiet shuffles, then hands on my breasts from behind as I sat. My breath quickened as I felt the familiar touch, the breath on my neck as he bent to nuzzle my ear, to lick lightly. The juices started to flow in earnest now as the grin spread wide on my face.
Home for Christmas... the place that he belongs. His hands firmly clasped my breasts, squeezing with just the perfect amount of pressure to drive both him and me wild. My jaw dropped as my body trembled at his touch. My fingers continued their play, but with a little more urgency now than before. Playing when alone can be a lazy distraction, but add the one that was stirring the thoughts in your mind in the first place and it becomes a whole other world of feeling and intensity.
He came around the couch and sat beside me. His hands enfolded me within his embrace as he first just hugged, held, caressed. The lights in the room cast a strange yet magical array of colours upon his face. It also gave us the perfect amount of light with which to see each other, to catch the smile on both of our lips. Finally, he bent towards me, his face inclined oh so perfectly as he knew just which way to go. We fit so perfectly, we were just so in tune with one another.
Soft yet firm, gentle yet forceful at the same time, his mouth began the dance we had experienced so many times before yet which seemed never to lose its newness or wonder. His tongue darted inside my mouth and the dance continued on with our tongues. My arms wrapped around his strong shoulders now, forgetting the touches and caresses that had been their focus mere moments before. My fingers journeyed upward, curling into his hair. I always love the softness I feel there when I touch him that way, love to feel the curve of his head, the movements he makes as he tortures my mouth with his kiss.
His arms kept me within their circle, but his hands began a different journey now. A much more urgent, purposeful one. It had been so long, yet they knew the way. They returned to their perch on my breasts, playing with the firm mounds and awakening my nipples until they were taut peaks. He massaged them from the sides, kneading the flesh that he had touched so often before. They moved downward after a while, traveling lower to my hips, pulling me closer towards him so that our bodies touched along their length as best as we could manage sitting beside one another. They pulled me in by the rounded curve of my bum, and kneaded there as they had done elsewhere but a moment ago.
Finding the confines of the couch to be too much, he stood, offered his hand to me and pulled me up against him. We walked over to the space in front of the fireplace, he lit it to add to the cozy feeling in the room, then lay down beside me. I threw my leg over his, entwining our lower bodies together, pulling each other closer and closer. Our lips met once again, this time with more urgency, and our tongues began that oh so familiar yet never tiresome dance. Our breath mingled, and our scents mixed between us. I could smell the faint remnants of the cologne he used that morning. It is funny how the memories of past encounters are brought back so vividly by smell... my panties were completely soaked now as those memories ran through my mind as I simultaneously found myself immersed in making new ones now.
Not able to wait any longer, we both tore off our clothes. They were thrown every which way, landing as they would, forgotten. Our skin felt electrified as it touched down our length. The kiss, so erotic and deep, continued, and our hands roamed freely over each other's bodies. His touch was warm on my skin, the places where we met felt tingly and sent shivers through me. I could feel his hardness sandwiched between us... with a wiggle this way and a shifting of my hips, I was able to feel him slip inside me, my wetness only making it easier to do so.
Our bodies melded now, we both moved and writhed around, trying to completely join together as one. He was deep inside me, I could feel him touch that one spot that sent me through the sky, that made me lose complete control and tense every part of my body as my legs shook and trembled around his. As I finished, I could feel him tense and share in the ecstasy... He pulled me even closer and held his breath...
Our bodies sated, we lay by the fire under the glow of the tree and simply enjoyed. Merry Christmas <3
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Only in my mind…
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Posted:Oct 21, 2012 6:21 am
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2013 10:39 pm
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My mind wanders... whoever said that the brain is the most powerful and sexual part of you was exactly right. I often find myself thinking... recalling a touch, a caress, a moment, a word... I can feel the wetness start with only that thought. You are so much in my mind that I can't help it.
I lay back in my bed, naked and refreshed from sleep, and a smile spreads across my lips. I can feel your hands on my body now... you are not there, but you have been, and the sensation left behind from your hands slowly sliding down the length of my body, kneading my breasts, your lips suckling tenderly, is not difficult to bring back to the present. My eyes close, my hands follow that same path, and I can pretend that we are together. I can feel the tingling inside, the wetness spread between my legs.
My fingers creep downward to find that wetness, and the touches begin to take on a physical presence as I recall the feel of your hands there. Your fingers lightly separating my lips and finding their mark, pressing and rubbing lightly , playing with my clit and sneaking inside, then resuming their play but now with more urgency and pressure. The feel as your fingers are replaced by your mouth. I so wish I could replicate that feeling now, but memories will have to do.
I can feel the touch of your kiss on my most feminine spots. You kiss me lightly, pulling my clit between your lips and sucking lightly. You play with it, roll it around with your lips, pulling at it and sending amazing sensations shooting through my core and into my inner most self. Your tongue darts out and continues, increasing the onslaught once again. I can feel it moving inside of me now, licking, kissing and sliding in and out of my wetness. Your fingers, your mouth, joined in an intricate dance, complementing one another with their motions.
My breath quickens now. Better than just me bringing myself to a climax, the memories I have of you doing so help to increase my pleasure. I can feel that I am close now, my fingers quicken in their motions, and the memories flood onward...
No longer enough, your kisses and hands having created a frenzy that is amazing, but now we both feel a deep need for that one special connection. You move upwards and overtop of me. I can feel your hard cock, and without any help, it finds its way into its home... We are joined, moving as one, moving together and our breathing takes on the same pattern. My fingers continue rubbing as the thought of you pushing in deeper, harder finally brings me to that place I yearned to be... I cry out, tense up, shiver and shake.... and then smile once again as I remember the look on your face as you collapse on top of me and hold me in your arms and whisper in my ear...
Soon it will not have to be a memory, soon it will again be real, and I will be able to have new memories for the next time we are apart.
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A good idea...
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Posted:Oct 15, 2012 5:58 pm
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2013 10:41 pm
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The sun peeked through the edge of the window and caressed my eyes. I slowly started to feel it on my face. I stretched a bit and felt him beside me, his arms curled around my body, holding me tight against his warm chest. I snuggled in, pushing my butt back into him, and felt him start to harden and grow. Mornings with my man...
My breathing was deep and relaxed, his slow and even. I could tell that he was still sleeping, even as his lips touched the back of my hair and his arm pulled me in tighter still. I held his forearm and inhaled his smell. As I did, his hard cock, now fully engorged, pressed into my bum between my cheeks.
I eased myself out of his embrace, turned carefully so as not to disturb him, and worked my way down to see what had moments before been poking me from behind. I gently took him in my hand, and lowered my lips to his tip. I took it in my mouth a little, just enough to give myself a taste and for him to inhale deeply as he started to stir. My lips touched his crown, my tongue began a slow swirl around, and I pulled him even farther into my mouth. My hand continued its gentle hold, wrapped completely around the base now.
I kept playing with his tip, my mouth fully taking it in now as i sucked and played. My tongue darted into the opening just enough to be noticed, but never enough to make him uncomfortable. He started to stretch now, and I knew that he was becoming aware of my attentions. I briefly looked up and found him looking into my eyes. I could see that he was happy, a smile shining through them straight to me. My attention returned to my task, and I slowly started to take more and more of his length inside my mouth. Now I could hear his intake of breath... I knew that he loved the feel of my mouth, his cock sliding in and touching the back of my throat. Still holding with my hand, I started to move a little faster, taking him in almost all the way. I moved up and down, the tip of his now slick cock touching the back of my throat softly before withdrawing to begin the journey again and again and again...
He now moved his hand to the back of my head. He held it there, not pushing, not forcing, just letting me know that he was there... and that what I was doing was good. I continued to move up and down, my pace quickening now. I could hear him groan with pleasure, and so I continued on, now adding in a complete and total engulfing of his cock as I let it slide right in and turn down into my throat itself. I held it there, letting him feel me gag on him as I continued to work through it before finally coming off. After each, I would continue with my mouth on him, stopping only for a break once in a while to swirl my tongue on his tip once again.
My mouth never left him, until finally I pulled off, moved up and sat on him quickly, taking him entirely inside my pussy. I rode and rode and rode, climaxing quickly once, twice... each time the shudders and shakes would bring me to pour out my juices. We were slick with cum now, and yet I continued. I could not, did not want to stop. He tensed, my hand crept down to my clit, rubbing furiously as I felt him shoot like almost never before. I exploded on him as he exploded in me, our wetness melding and mixing before it began to slide out and coat us even more. My hips ground down on him, and I could feel the after shocks of his orgasm still coming.
I finally stopped as I felt completely spent and in need of a rest. He took me in his arms, curled me up into his shoulder and whispered in my ear "It was a good idea... Best way to wake up in the morning..." and then kissed my temple. I agree.
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The Greeting
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Posted:Sep 23, 2012 9:33 pm
Last Updated:Jan 25, 2013 10:42 pm
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She was sitting around just waiting, a little bit bored, when the doorbell rang. You were there. You smiled, pushed the door away and walked right in without a word. You closed it firmly behind you, turned around and took her into your arms. At first, you just held her. Your arms hard and strong, holding her close to your firm, shaped chest.
But then it changed. Your hands start to move, slowly, but with purpose and intent. You reach first lower, sliding your open palms down her back, feeling the way that it curved under your fingers. You kept moving, sliding your hands around the mound of her bottom, grabbing it and squeezing, pulling her closer to your pelvis, helping her to fit into the space between your hips. She could feel the hint of your hardness starting to push against her...
Your hands begin to move upwards now, reaching around and grazing the sides of her breasts. She feels her nipples start to come alive with the anticipation of your touch coming nearer. Your hands continue on though, and you begin to massage her back, running your hands in circles, firmly applying pressure, bringing her closer, pulling her into your hard body...
You pull away, slowly, as if you are having a hard time doing so, but as you do, you take her hand into yours. You guide her up the stairs, still not having spoken a single word. You take her to the bedroom, and turn her towards you. Slowly, you lift her shirt up, removing it achingly and painfully slow, as if unwrapping a gift that you wish to savour and remember the pleasure of opening. Finally, the shirt slides off her head, tousling her hair and making it look just slightly messy, but sexy all the same.
You pull her in again, but this time as your hands reach around, you undo the clasp on her bra, and release her ample breasts against your still clothed chest. The fabric of your shirt rubs against her nipples, making them stand erect against you. She starts to push against you, rubbing them even more to increase the sensation, increase the pleasure. You push her gently away, however, intent on your mission.
Your hands reach for her waistband, slowly undoing the button and gliding the zipper down. Your hands reach in, spreading against her waist, then lower on her hips as you slide her pants and panties as one, slowly down past her bum, then all the way to the floor. Your breath, warm and moist, teases her pussy mound as you bend with your efforts, ensuring that her pants are completely removed and out of the way so that you may continue your journey.
Now, completely naked before you, you step back to take in the sight as she stands, waiting, anticipating, her breath coming deeply and audibly, showing you how much she feels, how she wants so bad to have more, wants to have you...
You take her hand again, guide her to the bed and invite her with merely your gaze to lie down. You take your fingertips, and run them slowly, sensually up her toes... the top of her foot... along the length of her calf. Your keep moving, stopping just short of where she most wants your touch to be. You start again, this time on her other leg, following the same slow, torturous path up, and again stopping just short.
You jump to her belly, circling her belly button several times with the tips of your fingers, slowly, but with strength and with intentions that are understood just through your touch. You move up to her breasts, lightly tease the underside of their considerable shape. Finally, your fingers find her nipples, and they tease, tantalize... then start to pinch and to pull. Now fully erect once again, even more than before, she arches up off the bed, begging for more of your touch, for more of you.
You comply, but not because she is wanting it, but instead because you cannot stand it any longer... You want to taste, to take those proud nipples into your mouth and play with them, tease them with your tongue. Its roughness increases the sensation even more and she begins a low moan, and arches further, offering her body to you, inviting you to come even closer, to take more of her in for your tasting pleasure. You suck boldly on her breasts now, lavishing them with your tongue. First one, then the other, not able to get enough for yourself, much less enough for her... You both want more now.
Your mouth moves off her breasts and up to hers. Your length is now next to her body, cupping hers within yours, and your tongues now meet. They dance a fiery dance together, battling in and out of each others' mouths. Your hands return to their possession of her body, running all over, taking, offering pleasure, both of you enjoying every touch, every moment.
You finally part lips, as you get off the bed. She whimpers and reaches out until she realizes why you have moved away. You slowly lift your shirt up and off, then follow that with your pants, skimming them down your taut, muscular thighs and then down until they hit the floor. You stand before her, hard, taut and erect... and she smiles and beckons for you. You regain your place beside her on the bed, taking her in your arms once again.
You give her what she wants, but only momentarily... your lips meet, but then you again leave them to go in search of her other lips.... Wet, moist, warm... They are ready for you, for your tongue. You first find her clit with the tip of your tongue, tease it just a bit, then take it in your mouth and suck gently. Your tongue bathes it completely, running around and around, and then you again suck lightly. The cycle continues, and her hips arch upwards, trying to bring your mouth ever closer, increasing the pressure, the pleasure. She grabs the back of your head and holds you close to her mound. You take this as a sign and pull her clit into your mouth and suck long and hard, pulling again and again and again... until her whole body finds release and shudders uncontrollably.
Before she is completely through and out of her euphoria, you shift positions and find her pussy with your cock. You slide easily inside, and begin to thrust, deeper and deeper with every motion. Her hips rise up as she tries to bring you ever closer, deeper inside her.
She shudders again, not having fully come down from the last orgasm. Her shudders continue, as wave after wave hits... in synch with each thrust of your cock inside of her. Her shudders intensify, and this drives you wild... Your cock tenses, your whole body tightens up, and you finally let go in one long, last thrust as your seed explodes inside her, filling her up with your cum...
You finally are able to move, and her shudders fade, and as you lay down next to her and take her again into your arms, shaping her body into the curve of your own, you finally speak...
`Hello...`
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