Want

My eyes traveled the length of his body, lingering, hungrily taking in his beauty. He is unaware of what I'm thinking, unaware of the lustful thoughts he has stirred within me.

He turns to talk to me, I look down before he has a chance to see. Slowly bringing my eyes up to his approaching form I pretend to just now notice him. I smile.

The deep huskiness in his voice sets me on edge, it's impossible for me to concentrate.

I try, but I can't.

Smiling deeply at me, he thinks I'm a ditz who only holds my position because of my looks.

I know this to be untrue, but I like the way he looks at me.

Perhaps I'll wait until tomorrow to critique the mistakes he made on his print.

Sleep Eludes Me

I'm unable to sleep tonight, try as I might. I hate it when I get this way.

The power went out for several hours this morning throwing my entire day off. Without power I could not shower and get ready to meet R for lunch, without power I had no phone to let him know this. It's amazing how dependent people are on something like electricity.

If I had charged my dead cell phone last night, I could have called him on the cell. If I had a normal phone that merely plugged into the wall, I could have called him on that. Needless to say, because I hate to talk on the phone, it is not a priority of mine to charge my cell and it is also a necessity that I keep a phone that has a dependable answering machine.

I was sitting on the couch, still wearing pajamas, when R arrived at my home in somewhat of a panic. The time had slipped past faster than I had realized as I lazily sat, reading a new book. I had been so engrossed in the novel that I did not even hear him pull up the drive, he startled me as he started to bang on the door.

"Are you ok?" he reached out and hugged on to me as I opened the door. Worry lines creased his brow.

"I'm fine, my power is out because of the storm, I couldn't call you," embarrassed at my appearance, I smoothed out my wrinkled shirt and flipped my hair out of my eyes.

"I was worried about you. The last time we spoke you were pissed off at me because of the conference call, then you didn't show up for lunch," the worry beginning to wear off, R was now a bit frustrated with me.

"I'm sorry, I didn't charge my phone last night, I would have called if I could have," placing both hands on his chest I leaned up and kissed his chin.

"You know I worry about you," wrapping his arms about me, he kissed my forehead, tension slipping from his body.

He suggested we go to his house so I could shower and I gladly accepted. Even though I know he has seen me at my worst I still become embarrassed when I don't look my best for him.

As I knew he would accept, I requested R join me in the shower to wash my hair. The most amazing feeling in the world is to have strong arms wrapped around you, soft lips upon your own, and hot water splashing against your skin. I could feel myself melt into his embrace, hungry for his touch. I wanted so much more then he was giving me, and he knew it.

"You're such a spoiled brat," he teased me. "Always pouting when you don't get what you want," kissing me hard on the lips before I can protest. A slight smile plays across his lips as I tilt my head back into the stream of water.

Dipping his head down, he begins to lick and suck my nipples, teasing me, enticing me, creating an urgent need within me.

"Oh, Honeyman, you know you like it when I pout for you," I purred in his ear.

Happy HNT!

I just love red panties!







Anxiously, I await R's arrival..... I long to be held in his arms, to be captivated by his smile, to feel his soft touch caress the most intimate parts of my body. 

Corruption

Something has happened to the first few entries of my blog, they are no longer original.

I'm saddened to think that someone would go in and destroy something this personal, this little section of cyberspace that I call my own.

What in the hell is wrong with people.

Peek-a-boo Pink - Do you like?

 

The BB King Concert

I went to a BB King concert with J last night. So much fun..... By far one of the most enjoyable evenings I've had in a while.

BB King is absolutely one of the funniest performers I've ever seen on stage. At one point he began a dialogue about how far 'up north' he was and wondered if he'd actually ended up in Canada, he continued on to talk about how our 'perfect' speech and diction was confusing the hell out of him because he was used to 'down home talk'. I laughed and sang and clapped along, such a great time!

We stopped at a bar on the way back from the concert, most decidedly not a good move on my part. Still giddy from the good time I'd had at the concert, I started drinking vodka and cranberry's until I ended up totally inebriated.

I'm certain you all know what happens when I drink too much.

As J had pulled into my drive to let me out I had smiled at him and told him about the wonderful time I had. Smiling back, he leaned in and kissed me.

And I was on fire instantly.

Before I knew what I was even doing I had whispered in his ear that he should come in and spend the night, he certainly shouldn't be out driving late at night with so many drinks in his system. He didn't say a word, just turned off the car and got out.

Taking him by the hand I led him into my bedroom and shut the door behind us, nobody was home, but it's a habit I've picked up since having children.

"You don't have to do this," he quietly whispered into my ear, kissing my neck, holding me in his arms.

"I know..." I whispered back. My lips found their way to his, tasting them, kissing them.

"I've wanted you for so long," his words were urgent this time, one arm wrapped tightly about my waist, his hand on my ass, squeezing.

"I know you have....." I whispered back. His cock was hard, pressing into me as we stood by the door.

I've Been Naughty

The secret to 'no panty lines' is no panties.

God I love the feeling of walking around absolutely naked beneath the thin material of my skirt.......

Since nobody was looking I spread my legs beneath my desk and fingered myself for a good 5 minutes, I'm so horny at the moment I could jump the next man to walk past me.

Maybe if I'm lucky, and the office remains quiet, I'll be able to finish the job right at my desk.

(Searching desk for something that may be able to be used as a synthetic penis. Definitely need to invest in some toys.)

Mmmmmm...... the handle on my hairbrush is just the trick. Damn.... footsteps coming down the corridor.

(pulling skirt down over the brush tucked between my legs, sliding chair further beneath desk)

The footsteps stop 2 cubicles down, I resume my activities. One hand sliding the brush handle in and out, the other hand rubbing my clit.

Oh God, I moaned a little....

Rubbing harder, I can't help it, the brush handle is all the way in to the bristles, my hand rocking it back and forth.

Wetness, I feel wetness.... I'm cumming, gotta catch it with a tissue.

Oh God, I moaned again.... a man's voice has asked if everything is ok. I reply that everything is just fine.

I think he knows, but I don't care.

My Body Aches....

...from the non stop sex I had last night.

I'm completely exhausted today, red rimmed eyes from lack of sleep, uncontrolled yawning to accompany them.

I have to sit down carefully today, never have I felt quite this sore on a morning after.

I smiled when my cube mate exclaimed that I look like I had been 'rode hard and put away wet'.
Little does she know how close to the truth she actually is.

After sleeping for an hour and a half I was awakened by R, full hard on and ready for action. Already between my legs, his lips savagely traveling across my neck and chest, his hands pressed down upon mine above my head. Loud moans escaping me as I arched up against him, my legs tightening around his waist. Completely exhausted, yet I still wanted more, much more. I wanted him, all of him, I wanted him to wear me out, completely and utterly use me up.

And he did.

Then held me tight, kissing me softly, loving me, caressing me.

And it was time for me to get up and go to work.

And I missed him so......

R is finally back in town, I haven't been so excited in.... I can't remember when.

The company R works for had picked up an ailing manufacturing plant that was about to close it's doors due to bancrupcy, R was sent to help manage the issues that kept this manufacturing plant down.

I've missed him so, only twice had he returned during his stay on the east coast.

I picked him up at the airport wearing only a thin cotton summer dress and a pair of barely there bronze flip flop sandals, my hair flowing loosely about me in the breeze. My breasts bounced lightly as we walked back to my car, the thin material of the dress teasing my nipples into erection.

"Goddamn I've missed you!" R exclaimed, halfway to the car, circling his arm about my waist.

"I've missed you too!" I replied as we stopped next to my car. Pulling a stray hair from my eyes, I turned to face R, looking up into his eyes, smiling, containing my urge to maul him to death right in front of me.

Sliding his hands up to my breasts, he playfully pinched the protruding nipples, without thought I had slid my hands upon his.

"I need you right now..." I whispered into him as we kissed, my need for him so great that I was very nearly ripping his clothes from him as I spoke.

"You can have me, we can make this work... Let me get into the back seat, you sit on my lap, little lady." Looking around quickly, R opened the back door and sat in the center of the seat, deftly removing an already rock hard cock. "Ok, come on baby."

Climbing in at an awkward angle, I straddled his lap with each leg, my rear in the air facing him, my hands on the console between the front seats.

Smoothing his hands up the length of my thighs, he groaned at the discovery there were no panties beneath the dress. His hips raised as he pulled my hips down upon him, burying his cock deep inside me. Arching my back, I slid my entire weight upon his lap, his full girth inside me.

"Mmmmm.... that's it baby...." he moaned as I rocked my hips in rhythm with his.

"Oh God I've missed you so much...." I gasped as my body took over and I came hard in his lap.

"That's my girl, let it go baby," he soothed, thrusting deep inside me, holding, spasming, cumming as well.

Tenderly kissing my lips as I slid back from his lap into the seat beside him, he held his hand on my knee and smiled.

"I've missed you too, Baby."

Arousal at Victoria's Secret

I watched a man get a hard on in Victoria's Secret yesterday. It was amazing, in a way, either he didn't know he was that visible or he didn't care. He just stood there, pants bulging, watching.

Oddly enough, I couldn't stop staring at his crotch.

In some weird twisted way, it turned me on, making me wish that R wasn't out of town. Then again, sometimes rubbing your own pussy until you cum is just as satisfying.

Caught in the Act

The noises and laughter could be heard through the door as we gently kissed and caressed, my hands traveling across his chest, his hands gripping my ass, pulling me toward him.

His cock was hard, pressing into me, beckoning me to take notice.

With a devilish smile upon my lips I kneel down before him, stroking, rubbing my thumb across the bulge beneath his zipper. Carefully squeezing and applying pressure, I slowly stroked his cock through the material of his slacks.

"Should I take care of that for you [R]?" I giggled, and licked my lips slowly.

"Absolutely..." he groaned, tearing the zipper down and unleashing himself.

Slowly running my tongue along the underside of his cock, I wrapped my fingers around his base and gave it a squeeze, massaging his balls as I enveloped the head of his cock with my mouth.

Every fiber of my being wanted to pounce upon him, I grew wet with anticipation, knowing I would have to wait a few more hours yet.

His fingers were tangled in my hair, my head bobbing up and down, sucking in his essence, when the door flew open, wide eyes staring in at us.

"Holy shit [R], my bad man," he replied, then continued to stare. I hadn't stopped what I was doing, in fact, I was kind of enjoying the audience.

"What the hell?? Get a good enough view??" R was pissed, pulling his jacket up to shield his view of me. He placed his hand on the back of my head as the door slammed, cum pulsing into my mouth as I tried to swallow it down without choking.

"That's my girl," he moaned, smoothing my hair down where his fingers had been.

Flirtation

His eyes flirted with mine from across the room. From a sideways glance I smile in return, then quickly look away.

His colleagues are surrounding him, demanding his attention, they are the least of his concern at the moment. The only person in the room that he is even aware of is me.

Casually sitting with his partner, I tip the wine glass to my lips and sip. The partner is boring me, but I make no move to leave. I pretend to be interested in a conversation that eludes me, every once in a while a smile appears on my lips, every once in a while I ask what his stance is on the subject.

All the while I am waiting for my chance to be alone with him, the only one in the room who captures my full attention, I glance again in his direction and wave.

Then laugh as the partner teases me and my indiscretions, wishing he had found me first.

Between the Sheets

I smiled as his hand slowly traced the length of my thigh, resting finally between my legs, fingers slowly rubbing the thin silky material of my panties. Reaching up, I wrap my free arm around his shoulder, kissing his lips. His tough became rough between my legs, I pressed my hips against his hand, wanting much more.

Pushing him onto his back, I straddled his waist allowing his hard on to rest between the bare skin of my thighs. My skin tight spaghetti strap tank top bulged at the breast, arching my back, I placed my hands on his thighs and slowly rolled my hips, wanting more than anything to have every inch of him inside me. His hands traveled up the front of me, grabbing my tits and squeezing, kneading, cupping them.

Moaning aloud, I placed my hands upon his and begged him to fuck me.

I fell back to the bed as he sat up without warning, his eyes glazed with lust and need.

"Get on your knees baby," he crooned, hovering above me.

"Ok," awkwardly, I rolled onto my knees beneath him. My face was buried in the comforter, his breath warm on my neck. Rough hands pulled my panties down to my knees, exposing me in full for his pleasure. Without warning he buried his rock hard cock inside me, pulling me by my hips, crushing my ass to his groin. I groaned out from a pain which quickly subsided to sheer animal hunger for him.

"That's my girl, push back on me baby," his hands held my shoulders, pulling on them as I pushed back, nearly sitting in his lap. Moaning, I couldn't stop moaning as his cock pulsed and throbbed inside me. The panties ripped apart finally, allowing me to spread my legs wide, allowing R to fit between them. I screamed out in ecstasy as I came, tiny shivers traveled the length of my spine.

"Oh, yeah, that's my girl, don't hold back baby," smoothing his hands along my back side, he thrust deeply inside me, cumming as well. Beads of perspiration coated our bodies as we moved to lie close to each other.

I didn't care.

I was just so glad to have him next to me.

The same, yet, different

A depression has set over me, I so long for R to return to the way he was. He remembers many of our experiences and his feelings for me are still strong, but, it's just not the same. Words can not explain why I feel this. I don't even know why I feel this. I loathe and despise the woman who has changed my life so dramatically.

My only hope is that, in time, I get my funny and spontaneous R back.

Last night was as close to normal as I've had since the accident. R was released from the hospital yesterday, I couldn't wait to get him home, for us to be able to share some alone time. I've missed him so much. I've seen him everyday, but it's just not the same, I don't like to share. I want him all to myself, I want him to focus his attentions toward me.

And, he did.

We sat and watched TV just like old times, times that I have long since forgotten about. He relaxed back, leaning on stacked pillows on the bed, me sitting between his parted legs, my back relaxing upon his front.

It was pure heaven.

"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.