25 Sexual Things about Me

(This post idea stolen from Lustdemon, be sure to stop by and take a look)

1. I have squirted before during sex. It doesn't always happen, and I usually can't tell when it is going to happen, but it does sometimes. The very first time it happened it scared me, my partner was ecstatic. We were in doggie position and really fucking hard, I could feel the cum dripping from my pussy.
2. I find it extremely erotic to have my pussy rubbed through a pair of slacks or jeans. I have been able to orgasm just from the touch of a partner rubbing in this fashion.
3. I like it when my partner is dominant during sex, I want him to tell me what to do, and how to do it. It turns me on having a man in complete control of my sexual pleasures.
4. The best sex I've ever had has been with short men.
5. A secret fantasy of mine is to make love to a black man. I've always wanted to know if the rumors are indeed true.
6. I masturbate often. I sometimes wonder if there is something seriously wrong, or, am I a nympho.
7. I once licked my nipple during sex, giving my partner an orgasm that was so intense he nearly passed out. Kneeling in the bathroom, he apologized for 5 minutes trying to get his bearing back.
8. When I was 16 I had a sex dream about my best friend, a girl named Jessica. I was so bothered by the dream I called up my boyfriend and requested he teach me how to give head.
9. I give really good head. Kudos to that boyfriend for being such an excellent teacher.
10. I own a porn movie that nobody knows about, except you. I sometimes imagine I am the girl in the movie.
11. I am attracted to older men, the ideal age range 40-50 years old.
12. I sometimes miss seeing R in secret. So, today, I requested he meet me in the parking lot of the pub for a 'special lunch'. After riding his cock for 45 minutes we stopped in for a quick bite to eat.
13. I was molested by an older cousin when I was a child. My family chose to keep the incidents a secret, this is the first I've ever mentioned it to anyone. Neither my husband nor R know.
14. I waited until I was 18 to lose my virginity. I've posted about this experience in a previous post.
15. I have secretly considered what it would be like to live a swinging lifestyle.
16. I find great enjoyment in knowing that other men find me attractive. I sometimes sit at my desk and purposely stretch or straighten my stockings when I know I'm being watched from afar.
17. I love to shower with my partners. I love everything about being naked, wet, and close to a man, smoothing my soapy hands across his body, feeling him smooth his soapy hands across mine.
18. It turns me on immensely to have R shave different parts of my body. When he had first suggested it, I was hesitant, but open to the idea. I'm glad I consented.
19. Men who wear a nice smelling cologne make me wet. I can't help it, nor do I want to.
20. If I could, I would surround myself with intelligent, articulate men. I love it when they stimulate my mind, when I'm forced to think, when conversation boggles my mind.
21. I would choose a man who treats me well over a good looking man anyday.
22. Blue eyes are my weakness, I love blue eyes, especially ones that twinkle.
23. I am disgusted by long toe nails. I have refused to have sex with a man who needed his nails clipped.
24. When I was pregnant for my second child, I posed nude in a picture for my husband.
25. I finished this post at work today, now I'm incredibly horny.

Another Birthday Come and Gone

I am one year older today, one year wiser, one year closer to death....

Funny how much difference one day can make.

We spent the evening at the local stock car races, R and I, kicking back a few beers and letting our hair hang down. Something I have never before done with R, in fact, hesitation gripped me as I even thought of mentioning it. I'm so glad I did, though, it was absolutely the best birthday I can remember.

Intoxicated and giddy with excitement from the evening, I stumbled up the steps to R's house, catching my balance on the rail half way up. Placing his arm in mine, R continued to help me the remainder of the way, quietly laughing to himself when I kicked off my sandals on the top step.

"What are you doing [woman with a secret]?" Eyebrows raised, he mocked an authoritative voice.

"It's too hot out," I replied, letting go of his arm, pulling my t-shirt over my head. Reaching out, R softly placed his hands upon my shoulders, moving them in smooth, slow circles.

"Old Woman Johnson is probably watching you from across the street Baby Girl," leaning down to kiss me, he didn't care any more then I did.

"You think she'll take notes? Harold needs a good fuck," crushing me to his chest, I was unable to even finish my thought. Leaving the sandals and t-shirt exactly where they lay, the two of us stumbled through the door, landing on the area rug in the foyer.

Slowly sliding the remainder of my clothes off, I watched as R removed his as well, waiting in anticipation for him to finish. Kneeling before him, teasing him, I placed a hand on each of his bare thighs and placed the head of his penis in my soft warm mouth, rubbing it with my tongue, sucking it, tasting it. It twitched as applied pressure with my tongue, the taste of precum salting my tastebuds.

"Oh, God, you know how to suck a cock Baby," his hands entwined in my hair. Removing his cock from my mouth, a visible spit string connecting my lip to his penis breaking as I pulled away, I smiled up at him, sticking my tongue out.

"Your turn, handsome, the birthday girl is feeling a little, neglected," leaning back on my elbows, R buried his face between my legs, licking each lip once before heading to the clit.

A perfect end to the best birthday ever.

Thank God it's Friday

Words can not tell you how happy I am that this week is through, I so need the long weekend ahead of me.

I met with my lawyer today, I can't help but wonder what it is that R values in this man. It was a very tough decision for me to chose to keep him, not just because he had been advised to me by R, but because he leers at me with lustful roaming eyes, something R has taken notice of as well. In the end, the one deciding factor that kept him on was a single statement he had made during a phone call after my initial consultation.

Divorce can be ugly, but I choose to play fair.

This visit, itself, was rather unpleasant, matters of child custody can often be so ugly. It scares me to think about my children forced into such a situation, I must keep reminding myself that it only shows how much we each love them. I have been very fortunate in the fact that my husband has refrained from poisoning their minds with hate and disgust for me.

Aren't we in the midst of a divorce?

The future ex-husband has found a new home a few miles from the one we once shared. Convenient, yes, maybe a little too convenient?

I stopped by his home, this afternoon, to drop off a few boxes of his things that I had gathered and packed for him, things I know he cherishes, personal belongings that he has collected as far back as childhood.

Suspecting that he would be at work, my plan was to leave the boxes on his back deck and sneak off without having to confront him.

Plan backfired.

Apparently he had taken a few days off work to collect his thoughts and perhaps take it easy for a long holiday weekend. I was headed back toward the Durango for the third box of his belongings when I heard him clear his throat behind me. Startled, one hand flew up to my chest as I spun around, a small scream escaping me.

"I, uh, I, oh my God, I'm sorry, I just wanted to leave a few things for you, I didn't think you would be here." I could feel my face flush.

"It's ok. So, what did you bring me?" One hand smoothed through his unkempt, slightly too long hair.

"Just a few things that I knew you would..... um, just a few things I know you would want," I wanted to cry, for the love of God, I don't know what came over me, but I wanted to cry.

"Hey, now, don't get all emotional on me now," placing one hand on my shoulder, he gave me a slight smile and winked. Turning to grab the last of the boxes, he welcomed me into his house to give me a quick tour. It was nothing to write home about, but I knew our sons would love the place. So much land, several acres had come with the house, so much space to roam.

One single solitary couch sat in the middle of the living room. Hesitantly, I took a seat, not quite sure what to do next.

"I miss you," he said aloud before taking a seat right next to me.

"I miss you too," I replied. It wasn't until that moment that I realized just how much. I couldn't stop myself, to be honest, when he leaned forward I found myself kissing him with all the passion I had. His hands slid up my sides resting squarely on my tits, thumbs rubbing against my protruding nipples.

"Come here Baby," wrapping his arms about my waist, I found myself sliding onto his lap, grinding into his quickly hardening cock.

Wet with pent up anxiety and anticipation, I was all over him, wanting him, kissing him, fucking him. Damn, I still loved fucking him.

His hard cock sliding in and out, deeper, harder, faster..... Sweat dripping from his body onto my own.....

Updating the Blogroll

For everyone out there who reads my blog, I would love it to be able to read yours as well.

I've noticed as I went through my links to the right that several of my favorite reads are no more.....

Please drop me a comment and I'll stop by your site, perhaps add you to my blogroll.

Lastly, thanks to all you readers out there for taking the time to read my rambled writings and thoughts, it's much appreciated.

Wanton Love

I smiled that smile he can not resist, I leaned above him and kissed him gently as he reclined back under the covers, pulling me with him, drawing his leg up between my knees.

Reaching up to brush the hair out of my eyes, he catches my hand in his, kissing my fingers one by one, dipping the last between his lips. I smile again, he smiles back. Hair that has been trapped within my eyelashes partially shields my view as I blink, hoping to blink it away. A stray tendril has found it's way to the corner of my mouth.

"You look so sexy tonight, little lady," he moans into my ear, pushing me flat to my back. Rough kisses sweep my neck and shoulders, rough hands remove my white lace panties, a wanton lover places himself between my eager legs.

Insatiable J

Since the news of my impending divorce, J has been a constant visitor to my cube. Forever asking how I'm doing, do I need any help, would I like to have lunch.

To be honest, I've been enjoying the attention.

I sat next to him in the booth at lunch today, my thigh up tight next to his, his arm carelessly draped atop the seat behind me. 2 of our coworkers sat directly across from us, the entire lunch filled with conversation of work deadlines and off color jokes. Several times I leaned forward to whisper into the ear of my cube mate, always placing my hand atop J's upper thigh, as if to hold my balance.

The muscles of his thigh tightened beneath my palm, almost twitching. I wondered inwardly if he was enjoying our lunch as much as I.

His Smile

I am enchanted with the way his smile warms my heart, the way it brings a smile to my face as well.

We sat, naked, on the deck letting the sun caress our bodies. I love the sun, I love the way it feels, how it makes me feel so warm and relaxed. I love the touch of bronze it adds to my otherwise pale skin.

It wasn't long before I was reaching for him, wanting him, kissing him. His skin was salty on my lips, pieces of hair fell into my eyes as I slowly kissed my way across his chest, his left hand brushing the hair back away from my eyes.

And that smile......

Pulling my eyes up to meet his gaze, I see him smiling his beautiful smile. I smile in return, blushing, I can't stop myself. Nor do I want to.

Beauty

The sky was a clear blue, white clouds floating aimlessly by, I shielded my eyes from the wonderful brilliance of the sun. Warmth enveloped my body, stealing from me all energy I possessed as I lay back in the lounge chair, relaxing, taking in the rays.

I could feel him watching me, his presence was everywhere. Reclining the chair as far as it would go, I leaned my head back to take a glance. I smiled an upside down smile as he waved in return from his perch on the deck.

Pulling the hair tie from my hair, I let the loose curls fall about my shoulders, shaking the tendrils just a bit, just enough to capture the mussed windswept look I desired. The look he loved to see on me.

It wasn't long before R had made it down to the lake side reminding me to reapply my sunscreen, he would hate to see me burn. So kind of him to assist in it's application. Such a sensual act, really, to have one's lovers hands softly caress your body, smoothing lotions and creams onto your skin.

Grin

The mischievous grin told me he was up to something, I couldn't help but smile back, wondering, just what is it he has in mind. I stepped up to him, placing my arm in his, staring deeply into his eyes, waiting.

"Got your luggage packed?" One eyebrow raised, his smile widened until it swept across his entire face.

"My luggage? No.... What do I need luggage for?" I asked.

"Well, for the trip silly," laughing at my puzzled expression, he leaned down to kiss me, the scent of him intoxicated my senses.

"What trip, I don't know anything about a trip! Where are we going??" turning to face him, grinning like a child, I pleaded for him to tell me more.

"I've got the cabin for the weekend, I thought you might like a break from everything, and, I wouldn't mind having you all to myself for a change," his free arm circling my waist, hand resting on my rear, pulling me tight to him.

Closing my eyes as his head bowed to kiss me once more, time at the cabin was just what I needed.