Now that's a cold hard cock!

I received this little gem in my email today, thought I would pass it along for everyone's viewing pleasure.

Do you think somewhere out there someone has created a snow pussy?

A Sweet Surprise

R drove all the way here to spend the night with me last night! I couldn't believe it, I was in such shock.

A dark suit near the exit caught my attention as I left the class room. I glanced up from my books and nearly dropped them when I realized who it was. Smiling from ear to ear I rushed up to him.

"What are you doing here??" I was so excited to see him, I couldn't contain myself. I set the books on the window ledge and placed both hands on his chest, staring up into his eyes. Placing his hands on my hips, he smiled and stared back down at me.

"I thought you could use the company," he winked and bent down to kiss me. Just the excitement of it all had me on edge, wanting and needing him.

"Let's go back to my hotel!" subtle I was not. Flushing and slightly embarrassed at my sudden burst, I started to laugh.

I followed R back to his car and climbed inside. He was so handsome sitting there, and he smelled so good. I leaned over and placed my hand on his thigh, close enough to his penis that my fingertips could feel it, rub it. Gently kissing his chin and neck, finally finding his lips. Growing ever harder, I rubbed and stroked him through his slacks.

"Blow me baby," he moaned. Giving his penis a quick squeeze, I unzipped his zipper while he unfastened the hook. I stroked it with my hand a couple of times savoring the softness of the head, waiting for the precum. I licked the head with my tongue, then looked up at him and licked my lips. Pushing his seat back as far as it wound go, he leaned his head back and put his hand on the back of my head. My head moved up and down on him as I sucked his cock as hard as I could, his fingers laced within my curly hair.

His cock was pulsing, I knew he was about to cum. Pushing down hard on my head I could feel the salty warmth fill my mouth, spill out on to my chin. Moaning loudly, he said "That's my girl" and released my head. I swallowed hard and slowly pulled him out of my mouth. My lips made a smacking sound when he was finally free. Wiping the stray cum from my chin he leaned over and kissed me gently on the lips. "Now, then, let's find that hotel room of yours."

Maybe it's just me......

but I have never once considered masturbating with a food product. I didn't really think that people actually do that.

Just because I'm insanely curious now, has anyone out there who may be reading this blog ever masturbated in this fashion? If so, please let me know how your experience was, and, possibly, maybe even a few details?

What brings this up, you may be asking? Well, you guessed it, last night I chatted with the submissive man for a bit and he requested I pleasure myself with a banana. Since I am not at home this week, my last week of training thank God, I didn't actually have a banana to even consider doing this with. (I'm not so sure I would have if I had one either.)

Meet me for lunch?

I met him for lunch, but neither of us ate. We spent nearly the entire time tucked away in the men's bathroom occupying the farthest stall from the door. His touch electrified my skin, my clothes lay strewn about the stall. Sucking and biting my nipples, they are still sore to the touch. Such a naughty boy he was, I couldn't get enough.

That poor old man who found my bra! I thought he was going to have a heart attack!

Let's Play

Because I can be such a tease, I sent the below posted picture and post in an email to R.

This photo and the following words are what I received in response:

2 can play at this game, my lady
 

My Desire

I lust for your skilled lips and tongue, for your touch. My nipples are aching for you, your kisses, they need to be sucked, and rubbed. They want to feel your cock on them, teasing them, sliding between them. I need to feel your warm slippery cum on them. That is my desire.

Double Standard

I was bored last night so I wandered into a chat room for a bit. Disappointing as always. I have just one suggestion for any men out there that may be reading this, who also happen to chat in a chat room.

If you are going to ask for sexy pictures of the female you are chatting with, please have sexy pictures of your own to share.

I must have had a million men IM me, but, here's the thing:

• If the first thing I see from you is ASL, I won't respond.
• If you can not carry on an intelligent conversation, I will quit talking to you.
• If you pester me for naked pictures and you aren't prepared to share some as well, I will quit talking.
• If all you are going to do is sit there and read the nasty little things I would love to be doing with you without responding back in kind to me, I will end the conversation.
• If you really want to earn some brownie points, start off the conversation with a compliment. It works every time.

So, needless to say, after about an hour of surfing through rooms, I gave up. When the dentist from Egypt told me I needed to send him a naked picture with my legs spread, playing with myself, I was disgusted. (This was his opening line, by the way.)

69 Secrets about the Woman with a Secret

1. I have freckles, dimples, and don't tan very well.
2. I love to bask in the sun anyway.
3. I hate talking on the phone.
4. I sometimes let the phone ring until my voice mail picks up so I won't have to talk on the phone.
5. I cried uncontrollably the first time I watched 'City of Angels'.
6. I never cry during a movie.
7. My husband is short, works in construction, always has facial stubble.
8. My lover is tall, a business man, and always clean shaven.
9. The two men couldn't be more opposite if they tried.
10. The first time I ever had an affair was with the man I lost my virginity to.
11. It was my oldest sons 2nd birthday.
12. He died of a heart attack this year on the 9th anniversary of our affair.
13. He was not discovered until 4 days after he died.
14. My feelings are easily hurt and I sometimes pout.
15. Childish as it may sound, I like to get my own way.
16. I will only sleep in silky pajamas.
17. I will only wear silky panties.
18. I keep a stuffed teddy bear under my bed that I've had since I was a kid.
19. When I wake up from a bad dream I reach down and hug the teddy bear.
20. I cried and searched frantically one day when he turned up missing.
21. Nobody knows about the 'episode', except you.
22. The first time I gave a guy a blow job I threw up on his feet.
23. I was so embarrassed I wanted to die.
24. I love no bake cookies.
25. I've tried to make them a million times and they never turn out.
26. I've skinny dipped before with complete strangers.
27. I've had sex while swimming in a pool.
28. Surprisingly, it's not as easy as you may think.
29. I once had to go to the ER to have a sponge contraceptive removed from me.
30. I was 18 years old and nobody has ever heard this bit of information but you.
31. I am turned on by dark colored trouser socks.
32. I have absolutely no idea why.
33. I would rather be with a man that is not attractive but treats me well then a man who is gorgeous but doesn't treat me well.
34. I am sexually attracted to my husbands boss.
35. He has only one testicle, the other one was removed when he was a child. He had cancer.
36. The best sex I ever had was outside under the stars.
37. It was the first time I ever moaned for my lover.
38. I don't like to be on top during sex because I have absolutely no rhythm.
39. It's impossible for me to climax on top unless my lover is helping me out.
40. My clit is extremely sensitive.
41. It can not handle direct stimulation from my partners hands.
42. But I love oral.
43. I've never had my asshole licked.
44. I do wonder what it feels like.
45. I love massage oils. Especially the flavored ones.
46. My absolute favorite color is blue.
47. I am grossed out by long toe nails.
48. I once refused to have sex with my husband until he cut his toe nails.
49. My feet are an erogenous zone.
50. It turns me on to have them massaged and rubbed.
51. I sometimes let my lover shave my legs.
52. It turns him on.
53. I don't like the smell of food scented candles.
54. I sometimes fantasize about fucking an anonymous stranger on a beautiful sandy beach.
55. I sometimes worry that I think about sex too much
56. I've known my best friend in the world since we were in 7th grade.
57. On Monday she told me she was 8 weeks pregnant for his first child.
58. Instead of feeling happy for her, I felt sad.
59. She has no idea what she has in store for her.
60. I sometimes feel suffocated by my children.
61. I do love them more then anything else in this world.
62. I love receiving emails.
63. I would rather get an email then a phone call anyday.
64. I always stop by and visit with an elderly woman that works with me.
65. She reminds me of my grandma.
66. My grandma died 11 years ago, I miss her so much.
67. I sometimes wonder if she is looking down on me watching what I am doing.
68. I have never told anyone I know about this blog.
69. I love having this secret too.

Evening Desire

We're sitting together, on the bed, watching TV. R has his pillows piled up behind him, leaning back against them with his arms resting on my shoulders. I'm leaning back against R, sitting between his legs, my arms resting on his slightly bent knees. So comfortable and cozy, I don't want to move.

Sliding his right hand down he begins stroking my breast, my nipples hardening at his skilled touch. Tired from the day, we've been merely relaxing, fully dressed, enjoying the closeness of our bodies. I continue to sit still, allowing him to explore and touch. Growing warm and lustful for him, I slowly run my hand up and down his calf. He has black trouser socks on, I love that he always wears black socks.

I wait for him to make the first move, it turns me on to feel seduced. Leaning up, he asks me if I want to take a bath with him. Delighted at the thought of him and I together in the steamy water, kissing and touching each other, I hop off the bed and flash him a smile. A smile is so contagious, he can't help but smile back at me.

He turns on the water as I begin to undress. I can sense him behind me as I slide my skirt down to my ankles. Grabbing on to my hips he pulls my ass into the warm curve of his groin, his lips barely touching as he gently kisses my neck. I melt into his embrace.

Sliding his hands up he lifts my top up over my head and tosses it to the other side of the room. Giggling, I use my toe to kick the skirt over with the top. He loves to hear me laugh, he's told me so many times. Playfully he tickles my sides causing me to squirm against him and laugh out of control. I have to beg him to stop just to catch my breath.

I finish undressing and climb into the tub waiting for him to do the same. He stands before me, naked, hard, sexy. Unable to pull my eyes from him, I watch him climb in and sit across from me, our legs intertwined with each other.

"Come sit with me," he requests, holding out his arms. Turning to face the same direction as R, I slide back against his chest and lean my had back on his shoulder. I close my eyes as he slips his hands beneath the surface of the water and starts to rub between my legs, his fingers gently separating the folds of skin.

I love how he knows just what to do.

A Stolen Moment

"I've missed you so much," R leans down and kisses me full on the lips. I've missed him too. I didn't realize just how much until that moment. My tongue is tingling, he tastes like peppermint.

"I've missed you too," I look deep into his eyes, he leans down to kiss me again. Sliding my hands beneath his suit jacket, I wrap my arms about him and squeeze just a tiny bit.

"Come see me tonight," He smiles down at me as he brushes the stray hairs out of my eyes. I smile back and nod my head yes. Leaning down, he kisses me one last time, soft and warm, I don't want to let him go.

But, I have to, for now.

We are the people our parents warned us about.

- Jimmy Buffet



Sorry to disappoint, but it's been a quiet weekend in the house of secrets. Sometimes it's nice to be able to just hide out from the world.


I happened across this quote just now and I had to publish it in my blog. It fits.

A long way home...

The roads were terrible yesterday, an already 6 hour drive took me 8. I had never been so relieved to get home in my life.

My husband was glad to see me, for a change. He must have been worried, he gave me a hug a few moments after I stepped though the door. I miss that. I miss feeling wanted by him. I waited until after the kids had gone to bed and asked him if he would care to take a shower with me. I expected him to say no, I was pleasantly surprised when he said yes.

A shower can be the most relaxing, erotic, unreal experience a person can have. 2 people together in the warmth of the continuously flowing water, touching and rubbing, smooth and slippery, wanting and needing each other. By far, it is one of my favorite turn ons.

I stood facing the spraying water, eyes closed, his arms wrapped tightly about my waist, my hands resting on his. He is slowly sliding himself in and out of me, out of my tight little ass. For a long time we stood there in this position, neither of us wanting anything to end the moment. I've missed him, I've missed us together. Finally I lean forward a bit, placing my hands on the shower wall. Knowing this is his cue, he grabs my hips and start thrusting into me, hard and fast. Moaning out, I rest my forehead on my right arm, my muscles tighen as I reach my climax. A few more thrusts and I feel him cumming as well, grinding himself into my ass.

A nice end to the day, if I may say so.

*I would have preferred a nice shower picture, but I couldn't get them to turn out. The bathroom is too bright. Hopefully this will do.

Continued....

His arm wrapped tightly about my waist, my arms laced around his neck. He was hard, very hard, pressed up against me, I wanted him. I wanted more. I moaned out when he slid his hand down to grab my ass and pull it in closer to him.

My lips stinging from the pressure of our kisses, I pulled away and knelt down before him, both hands massaging the firm bulge in the front of his slacks. Pulsing and twitching in my hands, he was enjoying my touch. Placing both of his hands upon mine, he thrust forward and leaned his head back. I squeezed with both hands while he moaned.

I smiled.

He was becoming impatient, he quickly removed his slacks and underwear. I remained on the floor, kneeling. I wanted to suck his cock. He didn't come back over to me, so I had to tell him to. Smiling sheepishly, he returned back to the spot he had occupied moments before. I started slow, like always, sucking just the head, using my right hand to cup his balls and massage the shaft a little. He moaned constantly, I loved it. In no time flat he was cumming in my mouth. I'm not used to such a quick response! It was kind of nice.

I began removing my clothing as he sat on the bed and watched. Feeling a little kinky, I decided to leave on the black lace bra and panties. I could tell by the devilish smile on his face that he was enjoying every minute.

He leaned back slightly as I climbed astride him, grinding slightly down into his lap. The material from my panties had worked it's way into the crack of my ass but I did nothing to fix it. I was flushed and warm, in need of his touch, in desperate need to have him inside me. Within moments he had rolled me onto my back, sucking on my neck, humping between my legs. Not the most suave of moments, but the carnal need of his actions had me wanting much much more. I reached down and hooked a thumb in my panties, hoping to get them down far enough to possibly get a little action, he was to tight between my legs, they weren't going anywhere.

"Get my God damn panties off and fuck me," I was breathless and irritated, he did exactly what I said. In 5 seconds flat the panties were on the floor, my legs were in the air, and I was moaning into his ear. The weight of his body pressing down as he drilled into me, I couldn't catch my breath, I couldn't get enough. I couldn't stop myself from cumming.

Prelude to a night of passion

I can be very persuasive when it comes to getting what I want. What I wanted tonight was to get this man to make me scream out in ecstasy.

I put my hand on his thigh as we were pulling into the driveway of the hotel, my pinky finger was nearly touching the bulge where his cock lay. His leg twitched a little when I first placed it there but he made no moves to discourage my actions. I waited until we were parked and asked him if he was coming in.

"Are you sure?" he sounded a little hesitant.

"I'm sure," I moved my hand up a tiny bit higher. My pinky was now resting on his cock. Looking directly into his eyes, I lean in and kiss him gently. He placed his hand on mine and gave it a squeeze. The hint of a smile on my lips as I said "Let's go," and opened the car door.

Is it considered 'cheating' when you cheat on the person you are cheating with?

This situation gets very complex.

Dinner went very well. It was actually kind of nice, really. I was able to be myself, sarcastic, witty, and just a plain geek at times as well. I didn't feel the need to be extra cute, or extra sultry, or even extra remarkable. Just me. I loved that.

(Instructor) So, what are you doing after I drop you off?

(Me) I don't even want to think about it. I feel like I'm trapped in that room. When I opened the closet door this morning I think I heard a voice calling my name, it was saying 'come to the light [woman with a secret]'. {laughter}

(Instructor) Maybe I should take a look at that closet of yours. {more laughter}

(Me) I should get started on the project. I don't want to have to worry about it at the last minute.

(Instructor) You would be surprised how many people do wait until the last minute.

*car stops in front of my hotel. I'm trying to decide what to do. Do I thank him and get out? Do I invite him in to take a look at my closet?

(Me) Hey, thanks for dinner. You have no idea how much I appreciate getting out of that room.

(Instructor) So, would you mind if I came in and hung out with you for a while? I could keep you occupied for a while.

(Me) Not at all, I would love to have some company.

*We get out of the car and walk up to the door. My heart is pounding. I'm super nervous. I have no idea what to expect. He follows me down the hall and up the stairs to my room. Neither of us is saying a word. I open the door, flip on the lights, and turn on the TV.

(Me) Home sweet home. Isn't it cozy?

(Instructor) You're not like anyone I have ever met. You are definitely one of a kind.

(Me) Really?

*there is nowhere to sit in the room so I plop down on the bed. I'm trying to act all calm and collected, but I have no idea what I'm doing.

(Instructor) Would it be too forward of me to tell you that I want to fuck you?

(Me) Not really. {laughter}

(Instructor) Like I said, one of a kind. {more laughter}

*I stand up and close the gap between him and I, only a few small inches separate the two of us. I flash my naughty smile up at him and raise my eyebrows. I can tell he has no idea what he's doing either. We both laugh.

(Me) Maybe we should call it a night.

(Instructor) You're probably right. I've been acting like a creep since I got here. I apologize, I just can't help it.

(Me) No need to apologize, I've been enjoying myself.

(Instructor) Tell you what, let's do dinner again tomorrow, ok?

(Me) I would love to.

*I follow him back to the door, a million thoughts swirling in my mind. I can't wait to see what's going to happen tomorrow.

Dinner for Two

I was late for class this morning. For the life of me I couldn't pry myself out of bed. The instructor had already started his lesson as I was sneaking through the door and quietly making my way to the nearest empty seat. What a lovely start to the endless hell I call six sigma training!

Lost for most of the morning, I approached the instructor during our lunch break to see if I could somehow make heads or tails of the lesson plan. He had assigned our project today, I am in serious need of help if I plan to eventually grasp this stuff.

He's a naughty boy, I could tell. Several times I caught him staring down the front of my blouse as I leaned over to take notes while he rehashed the lesson. I made sure to give him quite the eyeful! At one point he stepped away from the table exposing a slightly bulging, probably horny as heck, cock. I smiled inwardly when he noticed me looking.

I asked him what he was doing for dinner, I was bored as heck in the hotel room and didn't feel like wasting away by myself. He gladly accepted my invitation to join me for a meal. Who knows, I may get lucky tonight.

Here I am again.......

Another long week in Six Sigma training hell. FYI, it is possible to get a glass of ice water in hell.

The sheets are definitely better in this room, but I'm bored as hell. I hate it here. After 6 hours on the road the last thing I want to be is trapped in a God forsaken hotel room.

I have added a screen name for yahoo on my profile, anyone interested in rescuing me from my boredom, please do! This is an open invitation, if you see me online, I'd be more then happy to chat.

Worth the Wait?

R is one of the most handsome men I have ever seen, I lust for him just at the thought. His dark brown eyes intoxicate me with their beauty, I often lose myself as I look deep into them. His intelligence and charm are what really seal the deal though. Oh how I love a smart man.

I descend the stairs slowly allowing R to gaze upon me from head to toe. His left hand slides up his thigh to stroke his hardening cock through his pants. A sly smile forms on my lips as I watch him, I have to force myself not to rush down to him, I want him to wait.

"God you're gorgeous," his voice is husky with need. I stop at the bottom of the stairs and wait for him to come over to me. Wrapping my arms about his waist, I press my body tight against him and look directly into his eyes.

"How do I look?" His bulging pants have already answered my question, but I ask anyway. R's hands grasp my rear and squeeze as he lowers his head to kiss me long and deep. I am weak with desire for him. "Let's go get comfortable," I lead him down the hall to the spare room.

I lay in his arms for a bit smoothing my hand up and down his body, lingering now and then to rub his balls or stroke his cock. He is so hard, I want him so badly. He is laying naked next to me, I am still wearing the long black slip and matching panties. Rolling me onto my back, R kneels before me to remove my panties. Placing himself between my parted legs he kneels down to lick the crease of my thigh. The touch of his cool tongue next to my skin electrifies me. Once again his tongue reaches out to me, this time it's the labia, ever so carefully. He's teasing me by not penetrating me. I moan for him, I want him, I ache for him.

"Do you want me?"

"Yes....."

"What's that? I couldn't hear you."

"Yes, [R], please......"

My back arches involuntarily as he buries his face between my legs. I moan out immediately, one hand in his hair, the other hand rubbing and squeezing my left breast. My legs come together as I climax, my breathing is coming in quick gasps. Before I have a chance to catch my breath R is on all fours above me, inserting his rock hard cock between my legs. Oh, he feels so good, moving slowly in and out of me.

Our bodies are making the wet smacking sounds that lovers create. The headboard bangs against the wall as he picks up speed. Loud moans, from both of us. I wrap my legs around his waist as he begins to pound into me, harder and harder. Bucking up against him I climax a second time, my hips coming off the bed. Pounding into me one last time he cums as well, throbbing between my legs, warmth pulsing out. We kiss deeply and try to catch our breath. Still connected we roll onto our sides, my legs still around his waist.

"That's my girl," he says cupping my bottom with his hands. I live to hear him whisper this into my ear, I close my eyes rest my forehead against his.

Lovely

"You're early," I open the door with a smile to let him in. The doorbell rang as I was stepping out of the shower. I'm not ready for R to see me yet, I wanted to look perfect.

I keep it a secret from the world, but I am crippled with insecurity and doubt nearly all my waking hours. I force myself to excel, to be perfect. I chastise myself when I am not.

"I couldn't wait to see you," R leans down and kisses the top of my head. Embarrassed about my appearance, I stare directly at the floor. My face is flushing, I can tell from the sudden rise in my body temperature. "What's the matter Girlie Girl?" There is a note of concern in your voice.

"I just wanted to look good for you, and......." I force myself to look up into R's eyes. "and I look like this!" Now I can feel tears stinging my eyes. I look back down to the floor, I don't want R to see.

R pulls me into his embrace, his chin resting on the top of my head. "You look lovely." I can feel him kiss the top of my head again. "Now, go on back upstairs and finish getting ready. I can wait."

"Ok!" I smile wide with excitement, he returns the same wide smile back at me. He pats my bottom as I turn to head back upstairs. I'm going to be extra nice to him tonight.

My First Overnight Stay

I was 18 years old the first time I spent the entire night with a man.

My then boyfriend was almost 30 years old. He thought of me as innocent and sweet, it was quite the conquest for him when he had taken my virginity. He had asked me repeatedly to stay with him the entire night from that moment forward. I was always reluctant, always said no.

The day I said yes was one of the best days of my life. I loved this man with all my heart. He was such a patient and gentle lover, and an excellent teacher. He taught me well the ways of love, how to pleasure a man. It is because of him that I am the way that I am.

It was about 9:00 when he suggested I get into my night clothes so we could snuggle on the couch for a while. In his mind he was picturing a sexy little barely there nighty. Imagine his surprise when I stepped out into the living room wearing boxer shorts and a white t-shirt. I'll never forget the look on his face as he pulled me into his arms and started laughing. I couldn't understand at that moment why he was laughing so hard. When I asked him he told me I was the cutest thing he had ever seen, but we were definitely going to be doing some shopping. I need some new night clothes.

It wasn't long before the two of us were snuggled beneath the covers in his bed, naked, kissing and touching, loving each other. It was that night that changed me forever. That night had opened my eyes to a world I had never experienced, a world that I had never known about. It created within me a need to be held secure in the arms of another while I slept.

I'm Miserable

I hate it here.

I'm stuck sitting alone in a motel room typing away on a laptop trying to kill time until I can go back to class. A class that I can barely concentrate in because the instructor is so damn good looking.

And these damn sheets on this bed are scratchy. It makes my skin itch just thinking about it. I really wish I had brought my sweet pea body lotion now. I can almost feel the moisture being sucked out of my legs as I sit here and type this.

Hmmmm...........

One of my favorite things in the world is to lay back on the bed, relaxing, having lotion smoothed across the length of my legs. The feel of a mans hands gently rubbing and massaging, touching, tenderly caressing me. I long for that touch right now. I'm lonely.

I'm almost looking forward to the 6 hour drive tomorrow, I want to go home. I want R. I need R. Chatting on line just isn't enough for me. I need him to be inside me, I need him to make me whole, I need him to satisfy this aching desire.

Six-Sigma Training

I pictured the class instructor naked throughout the entire class. He was so handsome, and so sophisticated. I was so turned on by him, I could barely think. I sat right in the front too. I wanted him to notice me.

He did notice me.

I approached him after class to clarify a couple of things that he had been talking about, that I hadn't been paying close enough attention to. It was so hard for me to concentrate, I felt like a starry eyed school girl or something.

Another one of my classmates approached while we were discussing the chapter. He was asking where he could find a good place to eat. I immediately jumped on that bandwagon myself, I was half starved.

The instructor, my classmate, and I all ended up eating dinner together at an Applebee's that was right down the road. I flirted shamelessly with them both, but I was really only attracted to the instructor.

How am I going to be able to make it through 2 more weeks of class with him? I'll never learn a thing.

Feeling Playful

I love to play with you, to tease you, to become excited by you. I'm flushed with excitement and horny as I sit astride you, slowly rubbing my panty clad pussy on your rock hard cock. You throb against me, involuntarily moving and twitching with excitement.

My hands are on your shoulders, I lean down and run the tip of my tongue across your bottom lip. You lean up to kiss me but I pull away before you get a chance to. I smile wickedly as you groan out my name. Your hands grab onto my hips as you thrust up, trying to get beyond the silky thin barrier of my panties.

"Silly boy," I whisper in your ear just before I nip it with my teeth.

"Fuck me baby... Oh God, just fuck the hell out of me..." pleading in your voice.

I'm wild with desire. My panties are still around my ankles as you bury yourself within me. I'm on my hands and knees, ankles bound by the silk panties. My body thrusts forward against my will as you pound into me, over and over, harder and harder.

Screaming out your name, I climax, my pussy tightening around you.

"That's my girl," you croon as you pound into me one last time. Warmth between my legs, I feel our excitement running down my legs. I stay still, not wanting to move, not wanting the moment to end.  

Patience

I watched you, quietly, from across the room. You had no idea I was already there, waiting for you. I smiled to myself as I watched you check your watch repeatedly, your attention focused on the door.

Slowly working my way across the crowded room. I don't want you to know that I'm already here yet. I want to surprise you.

You glance in my direction and smile wide. I can't help but return the same wide smile. Leaving your perch at the door, you rush in my direction, to take me in your arms. Burying your face in my hair, you whisper into my ear "How long have you been here? I was getting worried." I giggle a little as your warm breath tickles my sensitive skin.

"Not long...." I look up into your eyes, so captivating and warm. I smile again, and smooth my hand along your rear, giving it a gentle squeeze. "So, are we ready?" I'm already feeling very playful, I can't wait.

"You've read my mind," taking my hand in yours, you lead me back toward the door.

Golden Shower

Urinating on a person during sex is commonly called a golden shower and the most common body parts to be urinated on are the face, breasts, buttocks and genitals. There is a risk that some sexually transmitted infections (STIs) can be passed through urine so it's best to aim below the neck at unbroken skin in order to minimize risks. Drinking someone else's urine poses the same sort of risks. (I found this here)

Before last night, I had no idea such a thing as this existed. I love to learn new things about different people. People can be so different from each other, it's amazing to me. When I had asked him what it felt like, he had described it as 'a warm loving feeling'.

Submissive Man

I had a very interesting on line conversation last night. Interesting to the point that I actually chatted with this man for 3 hours. I never do that.

We had spoken before on several different occasions, but none of those conversations piqued my interest like this one. It began the same, I was bored, he was bored...... etc. This time I asked him what it was that he found attractive in a woman. His reply? He liked to feel 'owned' by a woman. I thought about it for a second, then I inquired further. He found it very erotic to be with a possessive woman that demanded her needs be met, whatever they might be.

I have to admit, I was very intrigued by his response. In fact, I was imagining what it might be like to be with someone like him. I am always the one who submits to demands, it might be nice to be on the other side of the scenario.

He has been with dominant women before, I wondered what it was about me that he found interesting enough to continue to chat with me periodically for as long as we have. I'm not really a dominant type of person. I'm spoiled, I like to get my way, but, I tend to be submissive as well. Perhaps my ability to be both dominating and submissive? I don't know.

He wanted me to pee on him. I had never heard of this before, he explained it's a sort of submissive turn on, I've decided to research it a little when I get the time. This could get extremely interesting. In our last conversation he had wanted to see me swallow a live goldfish. He commented 'lucky goldfish'. (I do want to emphasize that I did not swallow a live goldfish.)

Anyone who may be reading and have experiences or knowledge on the subject, please leave a comment or an email. I'm extremely curious on the subject.

I masturbated for him at the end of our conversation. Something I've never done before. He masturbated for me as well. I couldn't help but wish for the real thing.

Saturday Boredom

Because I am bored, and a little horny, I've decided to post a nature shot. Not very creative, but, I'm not really in a creative mood right now.

As you've probably noticed already, I'm a fairly curvy woman, I was built to pleasure a man. I love to be touched and rubbed by my partner, to know that he is hot with desire for me and my curvy parts.

My breasts are sensitive, one of my erogenous zones. It tingles when my nipples get hard, the tingling drives me wild, makes me warm, and lustful. Sometimes in the throws of passion, if they aren't getting enough attention, I'll rub and stimulate them myself. I'm always rougher on myself then my partner would ever be, but, I like it rough.

Business Travel

I've been asked to travel to one of our sister facilities for some training. I'm not looking forward to it by any means. I hate to travel alone. I hate to be away from home. I get so homesick.

Sleeping in a strange bed, in a strange town, not knowing a soul.

My husband seemed genuinely interested when I told him about it this evening. I don't do it on purpose, but I get pouty when I don't want to do something, I think he likes it when I'm pouty. He likes to pamper me, treat me like a child. He hugged me to him and reassured me, told me everything would be just fine. I leaned my head into his shoulder and sighed.

My husband and I have been together for 12 years, married for 3. I first met him when I was 18 and he was 35. He loved me at first sight. In his eyes, I was perfect. Young, pretty, shy, spoiled. I was his princess. He loved my laugh, he loved my 'mermaid hair', he loved to hear me moan out his name as I rode his cock.

I miss those days when I was the most important person to him.

Hunter Becomes Prey

I sought him out, something very uncharacteristic of me. I make him do the chasing, something he does very well.

I arrived at his house wearing only a red negligee and my long coat. He met me on the step, before I even made it to the door, already hard from anticipation. I smiled wickedly up at him, opening my coat, giving him a full view of what lay beneath. The same wicked smile appeared on his face as well.

"What are you waiting for? Get in here so I can take advantage of that cute little ass of yours!" he wraps his arm about my waist and whisks me through the door. The coat falls to the floor in a heap.

"And what do you have in mind for me tonight?" I smile coyly, looking up at him through the corner of my eye. I'm pulled into his arms, such a strong tight grip, he crushes me right to his chest. Every part of my body is aching for his touch.

ecstasy.

Time

"I don't have time for this," he said to me, turning his back and walking off. Depressed and rejected, I watched him take a few steps before I turned and headed back to the house, still clutching our oldest son's report card.

How can he not have time for this? It's me. He doesn't want to make time for me. It pains me to think about this yet again. Like a child I tear up as I realize once again I come last.

Mmmmmm.......

His cock was hard and throbbing as I sucked the head like a lolly pop, running the tip of my tongue in and out of the crevices. He moaned loudly, grabbing a handful of hair, begging me to go down on him, to take him in all the way.

I took him in whole, nearly heaving, but I managed to stave it off. "Oh, God!! That's my girl!" My mouth watered, my breathing was labored, his hand was on the back of my head, holding it down. "Swallow Baby, swallow...." His cock was already pushed to the back of my throat, it was impossible to swallow. Warmth at the back of my throat, I forced myself to swallow, juices were beginning to drip down my chin. He released the back of my head and caressed the side of my face. Slowly, I slide my lips back up to the head of his cock, licking the tip one last time before I pull it out.

He slides his hand beneath my chin and lifts my head. His eyes are reaching into the depths of my soul, I'm naked and shaking before him. "Your turn," he says to me, wiping my chin with his hand. A smile of delicious anticipation spreads across my lips.