I have broken things off with T....
It did not end well, I have decided to keep my suspected health situation to myself. Although I am now quite certain I am indeed pregnant, I have chosen to keep this knowledge to myself until I have officially visited my obgyn next Wednesday.
Monday, March 26, 2007
Saturday, March 24, 2007
Bored on a Saturday
I am so very bored today.....
I'm not liking this at all. While at first I was captivated by T, I am now slightly disillusioned to the whole thing.
Perhaps I am selfish, perhaps I am not, either way, I want more. I want more then just his spare time, I want his full attention.
Something I can not have.
It's time for me to move on, time to find the individual who can inspire me to write again, or at the very least, time to find someone who will give me something to write about.
This may be put on hold, however, for this morning I had symptoms of morning sickness. Even though the pregnancy tests had returned a negative response, I have yet to start my period, and I am now feeling ill in the morning hours.
I'm not liking this at all. While at first I was captivated by T, I am now slightly disillusioned to the whole thing.
Perhaps I am selfish, perhaps I am not, either way, I want more. I want more then just his spare time, I want his full attention.
Something I can not have.
It's time for me to move on, time to find the individual who can inspire me to write again, or at the very least, time to find someone who will give me something to write about.
This may be put on hold, however, for this morning I had symptoms of morning sickness. Even though the pregnancy tests had returned a negative response, I have yet to start my period, and I am now feeling ill in the morning hours.
Thursday, March 22, 2007
Tuesday, March 20, 2007
From the corner of my eye......
I see you watching me, discreetly.
I wonder what you are thinking, your chair turned ever so slightly in my direction. I see your reflection in the monitor before me, head turned, gazing in my direction. Nobody is around, but you do not have the courage to talk to me.
I take advantage of the situation.
On 'accident' my pen falls beside my chair, the side facing you. I lean down, absently, to retrieve the pen, my peasant blouse falling away exposing a good portion of my breasts to you. I know you are looking, I know you have seen, your breathing has given you away. It is now louder, deeper.
I turn back to my monitor in time to see your reflection stand quickly and leave quietly.
To where, I can only guess, as I smile into my own reflection on the monitor before me.
I wonder what you are thinking, your chair turned ever so slightly in my direction. I see your reflection in the monitor before me, head turned, gazing in my direction. Nobody is around, but you do not have the courage to talk to me.
I take advantage of the situation.
On 'accident' my pen falls beside my chair, the side facing you. I lean down, absently, to retrieve the pen, my peasant blouse falling away exposing a good portion of my breasts to you. I know you are looking, I know you have seen, your breathing has given you away. It is now louder, deeper.
I turn back to my monitor in time to see your reflection stand quickly and leave quietly.
To where, I can only guess, as I smile into my own reflection on the monitor before me.
Monday, March 19, 2007
The Handsome Stranger
I find myself attracted to someone I have never met, someone whom I've only once spoken briefly to on the phone, someone whom I've only seen in a photo.
But it has happened.
He reads this blog, this is how we first met. In a sweet little email he contacted me one day, telling me how much he liked my writing, my pictures. I couldn't help but reply back, intrigued, curious to hear more. Months have now gone by, with each passing day I wonder how he is, what he is doing.
I do not tell him this.
Instead I flirt with him, tease him, tell him about my day. I smile when he responds in turn, wishing for just a little more.
Maybe one day I will get my chance to have, just a little more.
(Yes, Cabana Boy, this post is about you.)
But it has happened.
He reads this blog, this is how we first met. In a sweet little email he contacted me one day, telling me how much he liked my writing, my pictures. I couldn't help but reply back, intrigued, curious to hear more. Months have now gone by, with each passing day I wonder how he is, what he is doing.
I do not tell him this.
Instead I flirt with him, tease him, tell him about my day. I smile when he responds in turn, wishing for just a little more.
Maybe one day I will get my chance to have, just a little more.
(Yes, Cabana Boy, this post is about you.)
Friday, March 16, 2007
Tasty Tuesday
I flashed him my wicked little smile, kneeling before him, slowly smoothing my hand over the hardening bulge in the front of his slacks.
"God I've missed you," his words were barely audible as he sat with his head back, eyes shut.
"I've missed you too," I replied, gently squeezing his cock and stroking through the material of his slacks.
Leaning into me, his hands traveled up the length of my body, beneath my silk top, resting finally upon the soft skin of my breasts, kneading them in his palms.
"You have the most fantastic titties," he laughed, smiling mischievously at me, pinching my nipples between his thumb and forefingers.
"Why, thank you Handsome," flinging my blouse to the other side of his office, I leaned in and kissed him hard upon the lips. Unable to hold out any longer, I quickly stripped him naked, eager to fuck him silly.
"I want to feel that wet pussy," he moaned, my mouth sliding up and down the length of his cock.
Standing before him, I quickly removed the remainder of my clothes before finally sitting upon his lap, facing him, legs spread to each side of him.
Aching desperately for him, my back arched dramatically as he slowly slid his finger between the folds of my skin.
"You're so wet baby," he whispered, his lips traveled across my neck and chest before finding their way to my own.
"I'm wet for you baby," my hips thrust into his hand, my teeth biting gently at his lower lip, my right hand slowly stroking his ever hardening cock.
"God I've missed you," his words were barely audible as he sat with his head back, eyes shut.
"I've missed you too," I replied, gently squeezing his cock and stroking through the material of his slacks.
Leaning into me, his hands traveled up the length of my body, beneath my silk top, resting finally upon the soft skin of my breasts, kneading them in his palms.
"You have the most fantastic titties," he laughed, smiling mischievously at me, pinching my nipples between his thumb and forefingers.
"Why, thank you Handsome," flinging my blouse to the other side of his office, I leaned in and kissed him hard upon the lips. Unable to hold out any longer, I quickly stripped him naked, eager to fuck him silly.
"I want to feel that wet pussy," he moaned, my mouth sliding up and down the length of his cock.
Standing before him, I quickly removed the remainder of my clothes before finally sitting upon his lap, facing him, legs spread to each side of him.
Aching desperately for him, my back arched dramatically as he slowly slid his finger between the folds of my skin.
"You're so wet baby," he whispered, his lips traveled across my neck and chest before finding their way to my own.
"I'm wet for you baby," my hips thrust into his hand, my teeth biting gently at his lower lip, my right hand slowly stroking his ever hardening cock.
Sunday, March 11, 2007
A Sweet Little Note
(the below text taken from an email from T this morning)
HI baby,
I really miss you terribly
and am dieing to see you. I hope to hear from you.
T
I'm dying to see him as well, it has been 2 weeks since we were together last. 2 weeks of hunger, 2 weeks of lust, 2 weeks of want.
Our meeting Tuesday is an eternity away.
HI baby,
I really miss you terribly
and am dieing to see you. I hope to hear from you.
T
I'm dying to see him as well, it has been 2 weeks since we were together last. 2 weeks of hunger, 2 weeks of lust, 2 weeks of want.
Our meeting Tuesday is an eternity away.
Prognosis Negative
While I am absolutely relieved that I am indeed, NOT pregnant, I'm baffled at the same time.
It is now 11 days past due, and no period in sight. No PMS, no nothing.
So, here I sit, on a sunny Sunday afternoon, researching possible causes of my missed period. I know it isn't menopause, I'm only 32 years old. I'm not pregnant, both tests, taken on 2 separate days, have both come back negative. I'm at a loss.
I have read an article, however, that has given me a plausible reason for my missed period.
Stress.
Believe it or not, a woman who is under great amounts of stress will from time to time miss her menstrual flow. As wacky as this sounds, I am prone to believe this theory. I have been under so much stress for the past few weeks that I've literally reached the point of insanity and somehow made my way back.
Only time will tell, I am eager to see what next month brings.
It is now 11 days past due, and no period in sight. No PMS, no nothing.
So, here I sit, on a sunny Sunday afternoon, researching possible causes of my missed period. I know it isn't menopause, I'm only 32 years old. I'm not pregnant, both tests, taken on 2 separate days, have both come back negative. I'm at a loss.
I have read an article, however, that has given me a plausible reason for my missed period.
Stress.
Believe it or not, a woman who is under great amounts of stress will from time to time miss her menstrual flow. As wacky as this sounds, I am prone to believe this theory. I have been under so much stress for the past few weeks that I've literally reached the point of insanity and somehow made my way back.
Only time will tell, I am eager to see what next month brings.
Wednesday, March 07, 2007
Fear
I believe I may be in trouble. And.... not the good kind.
Because T is still shooting live rounds, I have taken it upon myself to ensure I can not get pregnant by our secret meetings. Twice now I have gone to the doctor on the precise day required for the birth control shot, up until this moment, everything had gone according to clockwork.
Until this month.
I have missed my period and fear the worst. Even though I have yet to take a home pregnancy test, I know something is wrong. Every month, beginning the month I got my first shot, I have started my period within the first 4 days of the month. It is now day 7 and PMS signs are nowhere in sight.
At first I believed February's short month had thrown off my schedule. It is now the 7th and I no longer believe this to be the case. I cross my fingers and hope for the best but I fear the worst.
Tomorrow I shall officially put my fears to rest. I will be purchasing a home pregnancy test and facing my fears.
Anyone who may still be reading this blog, please cross your fingers for me.
Because T is still shooting live rounds, I have taken it upon myself to ensure I can not get pregnant by our secret meetings. Twice now I have gone to the doctor on the precise day required for the birth control shot, up until this moment, everything had gone according to clockwork.
Until this month.
I have missed my period and fear the worst. Even though I have yet to take a home pregnancy test, I know something is wrong. Every month, beginning the month I got my first shot, I have started my period within the first 4 days of the month. It is now day 7 and PMS signs are nowhere in sight.
At first I believed February's short month had thrown off my schedule. It is now the 7th and I no longer believe this to be the case. I cross my fingers and hope for the best but I fear the worst.
Tomorrow I shall officially put my fears to rest. I will be purchasing a home pregnancy test and facing my fears.
Anyone who may still be reading this blog, please cross your fingers for me.
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