"It's you again."

He looked at me and smiled from his hospital bed as I entered the room. Pains shot through my chest as he spoke those words, he still wasn't remembering me.

"Yes, it's me again," I smiled back. I wanted so badly for him to just tell me he had playing some kind of elaborate joke on me.

"You're so damn cute, I can't believe I would ever forget someone like you," he laughed, then held a hand to his forehead. R has had a severe head injury, I'm certain it has been accompanied by a severe headache as well.

"I can't believe you would forget someone like me either," I harassed him, teasingly.

"So, have we fucked before? Or?" raising his eyebrows, he looked me over from head to toe.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, we have, on many many occasions," my body temperature had risen off the scale, I could feel my face flushing as I spoke. Scanning the room for a clock, I couldn't believe they didn't have a clock on the wall.

"Where's that watch I bought you?" he said, plain as day.

"What did you say?" I could hardly believe my ears.

"Where's that watch I bought you? You wouldn't have to search for a clock all the time if you would just wear the watch." his eyes shut for a moment then opened.

"You remember the watch! You bought me the watch for Christmas this year! Oh My God I can't believe you remember the watch!" I was ecstatic, now if only he would start to remember everything.

"I do, it just hit me, you constantly ask me what time it is, don't you....." he shut his eyes again, as if trying to picture something.

....more to come

Terrible Day

R and I have been in a terrible car accident. Although I was relatively lucky, I managed to escape with only minor cuts and bruising, R was not so lucky, as I sit here and type he clings to life in the ICU. For 4 days he had been comatose, finally waking yesterday morning.

I'm so afraid.

He barely remembered who I was.

An Evening of Pleasure

I pouted until R promised me he would stay over anyway, my sister's abrupt arrival had nearly chased him off. I couldn't wait to be alone with him.

At 9:00 she had called it a night leaving the 2 of us to do as we please, and do as we please we did. R sat on the couch while I stood before him, slowly removing my shirt, then tossing it into the air. He laughed as I flashed him a wicked smile, then turned and shook my ass in a playful tease before him.

His hands held my hips and pulled me down onto his lap, giggling uncontrollably. My entire body tingled as his lips found my neck, such a sensitive area, I love to have my neck nuzzled. I leaned back on the couch, pulling him with me, spreading my legs to allow him to lie between them, I needed more then anything to feel him between them.

I needed more then anything to feel him inside me.

The front of his dockers bulged and rubbed between my legs, reaching down, I held his cock in my right hand and massaged it through his pants. Using my other hand I rubbed between my legs as well.

I moaned and he could take it no longer, his pants were down and so were mine, his cock buried up to the base inside me, grinding, pumping, thrusting hard. We came hard in what seemed to be mere seconds.

And this was just the beginning.

So Different, Yet So Similar

I often wonder how my sister and I could possibly have come from the same parents.

From the minute she appeared on my doorstep we had been at odds with each other. I am very aware of her disapproval over what has happened within my personal life. She is often jealous of me, often harshly critical, often disapproving. Something I've grown accustomed to over the years.

R was at my home when she arrived, unannounced, from her home, which happens to be on the other side of the country.

"Good lord girl, look at you! Didn't I teach you how to use a comb?" she stated, running her fingers through my hair. Looking over from head to toe, she picked up a bag and stepped through the doorway. "And, who might you be?" She was looking in R's direction, smoothing her free hand over her perfectly coiffed pony tail.

"[R], and you are?" R looked a tad irritated. Shrugging my shoulders, I introduce him to my sister.

An awkward silence fell over the three of us as I took my place at R's side, his hand resting on my right shoulder.

"I'm so surprised to see you here, you should have let me know you were going to be in town," trying desperately to get even a little conversation going, too much drama in the air.

"Oh, well, you know me. I got to feeling bad for my baby sister, I woke up yesterday and told [husband] I needed to come take care of you for a few days, looks like I got here just in time," smiling, she took my hand and pulled me to her.

She was purposely coming between R and myself, it couldn't be more apparent.

"So, is that your Jag out there [R]?" subtlety is not my sisters forte.

"Um, yeah," his eyes searching mine, he flushed a little, his nervousness becoming very visible.

"That's an awfully nice car, you must be doing well, then, huh?" her jealousy now showing through.

"Ok, stop! We are not going there! If you are here to visit, you are here to visit. Nothing else. No competition, no judging, no criticism. Ok?" 15 minutes into her stay and already I wanted her to leave.

I sometimes wish I was an only child.

Lust

I see your eyes travel the length of my body, roaming, searching, taking in the curve of my hip, the swell of my breast. Leaning forward just a tad, I place my hand on your forearm, and speak. So red, your face is flushed as you think the nasty little thoughts you would love to be doing with me, I smile in return.

I love the way you hang on my every word, waiting, hoping, needing me to focus all my attention on you. Sliding my hand down the front of my blouse, I smooth the material as if to remove an invisible wrinkle, I see your eyes hungrily travel to my breasts, the outline of my bra visibly noticeable through my shirt front. Flushing even deeper, you look away when you realize I have caught you staring.

Little do you know how much of a turn on you have been to me, how wet I have become just at the thought of you fantasizing about me.

Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned....

R and I were out for the evening, having a few drinks, listening to the band play. Sitting side by side at the table, I'm sure we looked every bit the sappy 'new' couple. In honesty, we sit like that so we can play and tease each other without being noticed.

I had excused myself to use the restroom and was in route when she appeared out of nowhere. A blond woman who looked to be about 10 years older then myself, nonetheless, she was very classy and beautiful.

"Don't worry, he'll grow tired of you as well," she hissed as she flicked ashes from the end of her cigarette.

"Pardon me?" I hadn't caught the gist of her comment, but I did catch the hate with which she threw it at me.

"Listen Girly, he's going to break your heart into a million pieces just like all the rest of us. Just give it a month or two," and with that, she turned on her heel, leaving me to think about what had just happened.

Forgetting about the original reason I had wandered from our table, I returned back to R and sat beside him again.

"I think we should go, something weird just happened to me." I had planned not to say a word, and there I was spilling my guts.

"What do you mean? What's going on?" I looked down at my lap as R's words of concern made me wish I hadn't said a word.

"A woman just approached me as I was headed to the restroom, she seemed very angry at you, I don't know, I guess I just didn't know what to think," I looked up into his eyes. The band had started playing again forcing me to nearly yell my response.

"What woman, where did she go?" he yelled back, quickly scanning the room for anyone he could recognize. She turned her head at the exact moment he looked her way, immediate recognition. "Holy shit,"

"What, what is it?" My growing concern was getting the best of me. The band was between songs now as he spoke.

"That's the one, the one I was seeing when we first met," R's eyes moved back to mine, his lips formed into a smile. "Then I met you and everyone else paled in comparison."

R and I have been seeing each other, in secret and otherwise, for almost 2 years now. I'm not cerain, but, I do believe that if he were going to break my heart, he would have done so by now.

Windows to the Soul

A person's eyes can say so much, what do mine tell you?

Happy HNT everyone!

Life Interrupted

I was partaking in a little 'dirty chat' with a new friend I've made when R arrived, unannounced, and out of the blue. My friend and I had just gotten to the really good stuff, too.

His foot steps methodically clipped across my front porch while I hurried to put my shirt back on and straightened my shorts, I didn't want him to know what I had been doing. I waited until he knocked at the door, then let him in and smiled.

The speculating look on his face gave away the inkling that he knew I had been up to something. Smiling, he reached his hand down and rubbed between my legs, kissing me on the lips. Because I had been so aroused only moments before, I couldn't resist myself, my arms immediately found their way around his neck, my hips moving to the rhythm of the motion of his hand.

I moaned softly when R used his fingertips to apply pressure as he rubbed, the thin cotton material of my shorts barely a barrier between my aching body and his firm touch. Visions of lovemaking danced through my head as he slipped his hand beneath the shorts and rubbed my bare skin, inserting a finger between the folds.

So wet, I could hear the wet smacking sounds as his fingers slid in and out of me, bringing me to orgasm.

"That's my girl," he whispered in my ear as I leaned forward and placed my head on his shoulder.

For that brief moment, all was right with the world.

At my request....

He fucked me doggie style, while I wore a blue thong that he had skillfully pulled to the side. His cock grinding into me, his hands gripping my hips, I moaned for him not to stop, I moaned for him to fuck me harder.

Placing my hands out before me, I pushed back into him, arching my back, cumming hard, so hard. With shaking arms, I lowered my head down to the bed, placing my forehead on the pillow before me.

Cum dripped from my lips, down the insides of my legs, as he finished. His cum would be dripping from me as well.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

An Apology Accepted

Before I even answered the phone I knew it was R, our argument had shaken me up quite a bit. Something we had never ever done before was argue, I had absolutely no clue how to handle it.

"Hello"

"Hey Honey Girl"

"Hey"

"I'm sorry, I don't know what happened, I guess I just lost my mind."

"You hurt my feelings"

"I know, I'm so sorry, the last thing in the world I ever wanted to do was be the person who put that look on your face."

"What look?"

"That look you get just before you cry."

"I didn't cry"

"Yes you did, I know you did. So, are you going to let me in?"

"Let you in where?"

"Your house. I've been standing on the porch for the last half hour."

"Oh my God, you have?"


Upon opening the door I found that R was true to his word, he indeed stood on my front porch, along with 72 rolls of toilet paper. I couldn't help but laugh at the sight. Smiling in return, he took me into his arms and kissed the top of my head.

"Let's not do that anymore, ok?" he asked, kissing me again on the top of the head.

"Let's not," I returned in agreement. Sliding my hands down from the center of his back, I cupped R's rear an giggled. "So, let's say we go upstairs, and......"

"And?" he quipped.

"And, you make me forget the fact that you called me a silly girl that you were wasting your time on." I could tell by the look in his eye that I had struck a nerve, but he continued to smile.

"I'm so sorry [woman with a secret], that is something I've never ever even considered, I don't even know why I said it." He was so sincere.

Squeezing his tush, I kissed him full on the lips, pressing my hips into his front side, enjoying the feeling of his strong arms around me, squeezing me.

Small Town America

I live in small town America, USA. Sometimes it really pisses me off!

Having gone without cable for 3 days, which means I've had to go without internet too, I was less then pleased to hear, from the cable company, they are 'rebuilding lines' and they are sorry for the inconvenience, but they don't plan to stop a thing they are doing, and I should be prepared for outages for the next 2 months.

What the hell kind of answer is that??

The kind of answer someone who is secure in the fact that I will deal with it because I have few other options available to me. I've tried the satellite thing, doesn't work. In fact, I think I may live in a satellite dead zone. I'm certain if one were to fly overhead, it would drop right out of the sky and land in my front yard. If I was lucky, I could try reselling it on Ebay and make a mini fortune.

Hmmm...... oddly, I feel better now that I've griped, I should do it more often. Perhaps then I wouldn't have gotten into my first real argument with R over a stupid roll of toilet paper. Oh well, here's to hoping I get a little make-up sex tonight.

Happy HNT!

I so wanted to post something fresh and original for my first stab at a half nekkid Thursday! I just don't have the time today, hope this will do. (This picture originally posted in November.) Next week, I promise fresh and original.

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.