a girls night out will fix what ails.
For the first time since I have known him, R is not speaking with me. With his job, he has been doing an incredible amount of traveling these past few weeks, traveling which has left him resentful and lonely. I could tell in his phone calls he was missing home, missing me.
When he asked that I travel with him last week, I was forced to turn down the request. Work obligations of my own kept me here, work obligations that I just couldn't, with good conscious, get out of.
R became completely irate. Also something I have never before seen in the time that I have known him. Slamming the door, he charged off to his car and that was the last I seen or heard of him.
I'm lost now, I miss him so much.
Seeing my gloom, my cubicle mate requested I join her at the bar last night for drinks with a few of our coworkers. I gladly accepted, all in all it had been a horrible week, I was in need of alcohol consumption.
We sat at the bar for about an hour, laughing and chatting, when the bar tender slid a drink before me and announced the man at the table in the corner had bought me a drink.
A smile crept across my lips as I slowly turned to glance in the direction of the unknown man. Slipping him a tiny wave of thanks, I lifted my drink and mouthed the words 'thank you'. Nodding his head in return, he finished up the drink that sat before him then stood, walking our way.
"Hi there," my heart raced as he leaned up against the bar beside me, all 4 of my companions staring in our direction.
"Hello, how are you this evening?" I laughed, nervous laughter, I wasn't expecting a situation such as this. An elbow jabbed me in the side but I didn't turn to look.
"I'm better now that I've found some decent company," a barrage of giggles came from behind me, I tried hard to hold back my utter embarrassment at my coworkers junior high behavior.
"Well then.... why don't you take a seat and join us," patting the seat beside me, I smiled up in his direction. This was exactly the distraction I was in need of.
Saturday, September 30, 2006
Thursday, September 28, 2006
Havoc in the Work Place
A jealousy has developed between J and the new engineer that started last week.
B, as I will call the new engineer, stopped in his tracks at our initial introduction, becoming somewhat tongue tied and awkward. Smiling, I shook his hand and welcomed him to the company.
He has been like fly paper from that day on.
His interest in me could not be more obvious, my cube mate has begun to tease me relentlessly about the conversations she has had the fortune to overhear.
*B was married and is now happily divorced for the past 7 years. In his opinion he is now more then ready for a woman and this time next year he will no longer be single.
*B has great respect for me because I'm a single mother making my way through life on my own. He has offered to come to my house and fix my TV antenna, loan me a movie about snowflakes and cedars, and sell anything I need selling on eBay.
*B has, on several occasions, taken extreme measures to tell me about how he participates in the Big Brother program and has a 14 year old boy that he mentors, and has mentored for the past 4 years.
*B has ensured me he lives in the nicest house on his road. He also mentioned one man lives in a barn with his chickens, 1 family lives in a trailer house that is constantly raided by the police, and the last man peeks in his windows to see what he is up to.
*B buys things at yard sales and sells them on eBay for thousands of dollars. He has also started to write a book entitled "The Next Big Find". Unable to contain my laughter at this admission, I was completely at a loss when he began talking about how we planned to take a chest on 'The Antiques Roadshow'.
*B has shot a gun into the air in his back yard to loosen snow on his metal roof, causing it to slide off.
*B watches Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Housewives, and Lost weekly, he can carry on the conversations to prove it as well.
So, as I have mentioned, J has become visibly jealous over the whole situation. On several occasions he has sent B off on a wild goose chase just to keep him occupied with something other then myself. He has also made his presence keenly obvious as well.
As unusual as this may sound, coming from me, I'm a little embarrassed about the attention it has drawn.
As you all well know, I prefer to operate in the back ground, mystery and secrecy motivating my actions.
This is a new one to me.
B, as I will call the new engineer, stopped in his tracks at our initial introduction, becoming somewhat tongue tied and awkward. Smiling, I shook his hand and welcomed him to the company.
He has been like fly paper from that day on.
His interest in me could not be more obvious, my cube mate has begun to tease me relentlessly about the conversations she has had the fortune to overhear.
*B was married and is now happily divorced for the past 7 years. In his opinion he is now more then ready for a woman and this time next year he will no longer be single.
*B has great respect for me because I'm a single mother making my way through life on my own. He has offered to come to my house and fix my TV antenna, loan me a movie about snowflakes and cedars, and sell anything I need selling on eBay.
*B has, on several occasions, taken extreme measures to tell me about how he participates in the Big Brother program and has a 14 year old boy that he mentors, and has mentored for the past 4 years.
*B has ensured me he lives in the nicest house on his road. He also mentioned one man lives in a barn with his chickens, 1 family lives in a trailer house that is constantly raided by the police, and the last man peeks in his windows to see what he is up to.
*B buys things at yard sales and sells them on eBay for thousands of dollars. He has also started to write a book entitled "The Next Big Find". Unable to contain my laughter at this admission, I was completely at a loss when he began talking about how we planned to take a chest on 'The Antiques Roadshow'.
*B has shot a gun into the air in his back yard to loosen snow on his metal roof, causing it to slide off.
*B watches Grey's Anatomy, Desperate Housewives, and Lost weekly, he can carry on the conversations to prove it as well.
So, as I have mentioned, J has become visibly jealous over the whole situation. On several occasions he has sent B off on a wild goose chase just to keep him occupied with something other then myself. He has also made his presence keenly obvious as well.
As unusual as this may sound, coming from me, I'm a little embarrassed about the attention it has drawn.
As you all well know, I prefer to operate in the back ground, mystery and secrecy motivating my actions.
This is a new one to me.
Tuesday, September 26, 2006
Mysterious Stranger
A sly smile forms upon my lips at the sight of his reply. Exhilaration courses through my veins at the thought of this man, a man I have only known through a series of emails.
I fantasize about meeting with him, I fantasize about hot, sweaty, sultry sex that leaves me aching, that leaves me hungry for more.
His words, words that I just can't seem to get out of my mind as I patiently wait for the next reply.
I fantasize about meeting with him, I fantasize about hot, sweaty, sultry sex that leaves me aching, that leaves me hungry for more.
His words, words that I just can't seem to get out of my mind as I patiently wait for the next reply.
Saturday, September 23, 2006
The Cabin
The soft glow from the fire was the only light in the room as I entered. In my most seductive prance I crossed the room, smiling mischieviously at him.
His eyes were upon me, watching my every move, a mischievious smile playing across his lips as well.
"I love it when you wear stockings," he groaned, pulling me onto his lap.
"I know you do...." I giggled, kissing his cheek. His hand immediately found its way between my thighs, rubbing and stroking, as I found his lips with my own.
Turning to face him, I remained sitting on his lap, my legs apart, bent at the knee. Pulling me to him, he wrapped his arms about the small of my back, grinding himself between my parted legs.
"Make love to me [woman with a secret]," he breathed into my ear, biting gently on my ear lobe.
"Ok," I moaned, the ache for him nearly unbearable, the craving to feel him pumping inside me my every thought.
Sunday, September 17, 2006
A Night of Play
His fingers gripped my shoulders like a vice as he pounded me from behind, pulling me to him and thrusting hard. Our intermingled juices dripped from between my legs, this was not our first session between the sheets this evening.
One elbow slipped out from beneath me as he continued to get harder and rougher with his thrusts, his groans becoming growls.
"Roll over baby," he snapped, withdrawing just long enough for me to turn and face him. Pulling my dampened hair away from my face, he buried his own in the crook of my neck, kissing and sucking at the tender skin. "God you smell good...." he groaned, moving his attentions lower, licking the skin around my nipple, then gently biting it.
My legs clamped around his waist when I could hold back no more, coming hard all over his cock, as he held it inside me and slowly ground his pelvis into mine.
"Aaaah, that's my girl," he crooned into my ear, kissing my cheek, the rough play from only seconds earlier replaced by gentle tenderness. Rolling into his open arm, I placed my head on his chest and closed my eyes, slightly trembling and overcome with sleepiness. I fell asleep to the gentle rhythm of his hand stroking the soft skin of my back.
One elbow slipped out from beneath me as he continued to get harder and rougher with his thrusts, his groans becoming growls.
"Roll over baby," he snapped, withdrawing just long enough for me to turn and face him. Pulling my dampened hair away from my face, he buried his own in the crook of my neck, kissing and sucking at the tender skin. "God you smell good...." he groaned, moving his attentions lower, licking the skin around my nipple, then gently biting it.
My legs clamped around his waist when I could hold back no more, coming hard all over his cock, as he held it inside me and slowly ground his pelvis into mine.
"Aaaah, that's my girl," he crooned into my ear, kissing my cheek, the rough play from only seconds earlier replaced by gentle tenderness. Rolling into his open arm, I placed my head on his chest and closed my eyes, slightly trembling and overcome with sleepiness. I fell asleep to the gentle rhythm of his hand stroking the soft skin of my back.
Saturday, September 16, 2006
Much Needed TLC
"I thought you weren't going to stop by tonight?" I exclaimed, running out on to the front porch, smiles from ear to ear. I had spoken with R on the phone earlier and explained to him that I wasn't feeling well, I had told him to go home and rest, we could make plans for Saturday. Oddly, even though I had been the one to tell him not to come over, what I really wanted was for him to do it anyway.
"Look at you, it's no wonder you're sick, running out here barefoot and barely dressed." Kissing my forehead, he wrapped an arm about my waist and pulled me to him, something I had needed more then anything.
"I'm so glad you stopped by," eyes watering, I held back a sneeze only to begin coughing uncontrollably.
"Come on, let's get in the house. It's too cold out here for you to be half naked," rubbing my arms with his hands, his eyes staring openly at the hard nipples protruding through the thin material of my t-shirt. A cool breeze blew against my bare legs, causing me to shiver.
"You'll just have to warm me up," I teased as we stepped through the door, his hand slipping from my waist to my rear.
"Why don't I run you a bath, then, we snuggle in for the night?" he kissed my forehead again, allowing his lips to linger against my skin.
"That sounds perfect," I hugged on to him like a delighted child who had just gotten her way.
"Look at you, it's no wonder you're sick, running out here barefoot and barely dressed." Kissing my forehead, he wrapped an arm about my waist and pulled me to him, something I had needed more then anything.
"I'm so glad you stopped by," eyes watering, I held back a sneeze only to begin coughing uncontrollably.
"Come on, let's get in the house. It's too cold out here for you to be half naked," rubbing my arms with his hands, his eyes staring openly at the hard nipples protruding through the thin material of my t-shirt. A cool breeze blew against my bare legs, causing me to shiver.
"You'll just have to warm me up," I teased as we stepped through the door, his hand slipping from my waist to my rear.
"Why don't I run you a bath, then, we snuggle in for the night?" he kissed my forehead again, allowing his lips to linger against my skin.
"That sounds perfect," I hugged on to him like a delighted child who had just gotten her way.
Wednesday, September 13, 2006
Fun in the Shower
My entire body ached as I climbed into the shower, it had been such a long day, my mind was screaming for relaxation. The steaming hot water pelted my skin as I forced myself to forget the events of the day, a day that had left me near exhaustion.
“You got a package in the mail,” his voice putting a smile on my face, I knew exactly what package he was talking about.
“Oh, goodie! Why don’t you open it up, maybe we can have a little fun,” just the thought of my new toys had given me a second wind. Peeking from behind the shower curtain, I could see him tear into the rectangular box, producing from within an assortment of erotic oils, and a battery powered finger vibe.
“What have you been up to, Little Lady?” the devilish smile on his lips sent goose bumps across my skin. Flashing him my own naughty grin, I pulled open the shower curtain and beckoned for him to join me.
“Why don’t we try out the finger vibe, shall we?” kissing his shoulder as he climbed into the shower, my left hand slid down to slowly rub between my suddenly aching thighs.
Sliding the finger vibe on the index finger of his right hand, he held me tight about the waist with his left, savagely kissing my tender lips and neck. Placing the vibe between my legs, I moaned aloud from the instant arousal I felt.
“Mmmmm…… Don’t stop Honey Man,” I begged, my nails embedded into the soft flesh of his back as I clutched on to him, bracing myself for support.
“This is definitely something we’ll be using often,” I moaned between kisses, eager for yet more experimentation. By the smile on his face, I could see he was in total agreement.
“You got a package in the mail,” his voice putting a smile on my face, I knew exactly what package he was talking about.
“Oh, goodie! Why don’t you open it up, maybe we can have a little fun,” just the thought of my new toys had given me a second wind. Peeking from behind the shower curtain, I could see him tear into the rectangular box, producing from within an assortment of erotic oils, and a battery powered finger vibe.
“What have you been up to, Little Lady?” the devilish smile on his lips sent goose bumps across my skin. Flashing him my own naughty grin, I pulled open the shower curtain and beckoned for him to join me.
“Why don’t we try out the finger vibe, shall we?” kissing his shoulder as he climbed into the shower, my left hand slid down to slowly rub between my suddenly aching thighs.
Sliding the finger vibe on the index finger of his right hand, he held me tight about the waist with his left, savagely kissing my tender lips and neck. Placing the vibe between my legs, I moaned aloud from the instant arousal I felt.
“Mmmmm…… Don’t stop Honey Man,” I begged, my nails embedded into the soft flesh of his back as I clutched on to him, bracing myself for support.
“This is definitely something we’ll be using often,” I moaned between kisses, eager for yet more experimentation. By the smile on his face, I could see he was in total agreement.
Tuesday, September 12, 2006
Something to Occupy my Time
I don't like to be bored, the day crawls by at a snails pace.
My mind wanders and I begin to fantasize about things I should not, the new tech who has just been hired, the mysterious stranger who I have recently started to correspond with, the handsome guy who I happened to catch glancing at me while I hurried through the parking lot at the gas station this morning.
Thoughts and questions materialize on how they spend their day, what are their innermost secrets, do they sit and wonder about me the way I have sat and wondered about them.
My mind wanders and I begin to fantasize about things I should not, the new tech who has just been hired, the mysterious stranger who I have recently started to correspond with, the handsome guy who I happened to catch glancing at me while I hurried through the parking lot at the gas station this morning.
Thoughts and questions materialize on how they spend their day, what are their innermost secrets, do they sit and wonder about me the way I have sat and wondered about them.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
Unexpected Surprise
Resting my cheek in my palm, my head pounded as I stared intently at the computer screen before me. The work day had been a nightmare, the only exception coming from a few short emails that had made me smile.
Startled, I pulled away from the warm hands that had suddenly appeared on my shoulders. So distracted with numbers and calculations, I hadn't even noticed the echo of footsteps coming toward my desk.
"Hey, Baby, it's just me." It was R smiling down at me, spinning my chair to face him as he knelt down.
"You're back," I smiled, kissing him lightly on the lips. Sliding his hands across my bare legs, his finger tips came to a rest just inside the seam of my shorts. "What are you doing here already? I wanted to look good for you..." I was pouting.
"Awww.... You always look good to me Baby," he returned, sliding his fingertips a little higher. "Look at how cute you look, with those short shorts, and the crazy pony tail," sliding his fingers even more, he stroked the moist, panty clad mound between my legs. Without thought, I reached down with my left hand and applied pressure.
"We shouldn't do this now," I whispered into his ear, barely able to hold back a moan as his fingertip slid along the crease of my panty line, slipping under.
"Let's get some lunch," his voice husky, more a demand then a suggestion. I knew without doubt the only thing I would be eating for lunch would he R.
Startled, I pulled away from the warm hands that had suddenly appeared on my shoulders. So distracted with numbers and calculations, I hadn't even noticed the echo of footsteps coming toward my desk.
"Hey, Baby, it's just me." It was R smiling down at me, spinning my chair to face him as he knelt down.
"You're back," I smiled, kissing him lightly on the lips. Sliding his hands across my bare legs, his finger tips came to a rest just inside the seam of my shorts. "What are you doing here already? I wanted to look good for you..." I was pouting.
"Awww.... You always look good to me Baby," he returned, sliding his fingertips a little higher. "Look at how cute you look, with those short shorts, and the crazy pony tail," sliding his fingers even more, he stroked the moist, panty clad mound between my legs. Without thought, I reached down with my left hand and applied pressure.
"We shouldn't do this now," I whispered into his ear, barely able to hold back a moan as his fingertip slid along the crease of my panty line, slipping under.
"Let's get some lunch," his voice husky, more a demand then a suggestion. I knew without doubt the only thing I would be eating for lunch would he R.
Thursday, September 07, 2006
Alone
Hunger, anticipation, loneliness....
I don't like to be alone. For the past few days I've been Mom, a job which I'm very good at. I love my children, they mean the world to me, I do not and will not ever expose them to situations they are entirely too young to understand.
Yet, it leaves me empty, wanting to be touched and held, longing to snuggle up to a warm body during the long night. Thoughts of midnight stirrings and moonlight love making arouse my senses, I grow warm with need.
The need to be 'one' with another.
I don't like to be alone. For the past few days I've been Mom, a job which I'm very good at. I love my children, they mean the world to me, I do not and will not ever expose them to situations they are entirely too young to understand.
Yet, it leaves me empty, wanting to be touched and held, longing to snuggle up to a warm body during the long night. Thoughts of midnight stirrings and moonlight love making arouse my senses, I grow warm with need.
The need to be 'one' with another.
Saturday, September 02, 2006
When the cat is away........
Flirtation and teasing, I've been toying with J, he does not seem to mind that nothing serious could ever become of us. Which is a very good thing, I might add.
We met at the Chinese place for dinner, one of my favorite places to eat when I want to have fun. The booths are high backed and the wait staff doesn't speak English, what could be better?
His scent, as always, tantalized my senses as we talked and laughed. Very erotic, a man who can capture your complete attention with his scent, a scent that lingers, a scent that you carry with you after you've been together.
Sliding my hand beneath the table I reached for his cock, lightly stroking him through his pants. Immediately it began to grow firm within my grasp, sliding his own hand around mine, he gently squeezed.
My lips formed a slight smile as I stared down at my plate, then turned to look in his direction. He is crimson, his eyes darting about the restaurant, his hand gripping much harder upon mine.
"Don't look so guilty, silly," I whisper into his ear.
"What do you mean?" his voice is almost inaudible.
"Nobody knows what's happening, except us," his cock is straining within its confines, his grip upon my hand has become somewhat painful to me but I continue to rub.
"Oh God, I'm gonna cum in my pants, oh God," with a hard squeeze of his hand he pulsed in my grip, his hips moving instinctively upward. Releasing his grip, I continue to rub him out, a wet spot forming on his right thigh.
Looking back down at my plate, I can't help but giggle, I almost feel a tad guilty. He had no idea what was in store for him.
We met at the Chinese place for dinner, one of my favorite places to eat when I want to have fun. The booths are high backed and the wait staff doesn't speak English, what could be better?
His scent, as always, tantalized my senses as we talked and laughed. Very erotic, a man who can capture your complete attention with his scent, a scent that lingers, a scent that you carry with you after you've been together.
Sliding my hand beneath the table I reached for his cock, lightly stroking him through his pants. Immediately it began to grow firm within my grasp, sliding his own hand around mine, he gently squeezed.
My lips formed a slight smile as I stared down at my plate, then turned to look in his direction. He is crimson, his eyes darting about the restaurant, his hand gripping much harder upon mine.
"Don't look so guilty, silly," I whisper into his ear.
"What do you mean?" his voice is almost inaudible.
"Nobody knows what's happening, except us," his cock is straining within its confines, his grip upon my hand has become somewhat painful to me but I continue to rub.
"Oh God, I'm gonna cum in my pants, oh God," with a hard squeeze of his hand he pulsed in my grip, his hips moving instinctively upward. Releasing his grip, I continue to rub him out, a wet spot forming on his right thigh.
Looking back down at my plate, I can't help but giggle, I almost feel a tad guilty. He had no idea what was in store for him.
Friday, September 01, 2006
My Devilish Smile
Giving him a sideways glance, I flash that devilish smile of mine, the smile that means I'm up to no good. He blushes, I like to see him blush, to see his face go from flesh toned to crimson. I know what he is thinking.
With a shove his chair rolls from his cubicle to mine, finally coming to a rest at my feet.
"What are you up to later?" he casually brushes a few stray hairs from his forehead.
"Not much, just a few things to do around the house before the kids come home tomorrow," I touch his foot with the pointy tip of my shoe. "Do you want to get something to eat tonight? [R] is out of town again, I could use the company." I'm certain he knows exactly what company I'm talking about.
"Yeah, I could go for that, I'm not doing much tonight myself," a slight bulge is forming in the groin area of his khakis. That all too familiar ache begins to grow within me, I feel myself flush and grow warm.
"Ok then, I'll see you later," I reply, placing a hand on his thigh, rubbing it lightly. Barely containing the urge to slide my hand higher, I excuse myself to check on a draft, leaving him at my desk.
With a shove his chair rolls from his cubicle to mine, finally coming to a rest at my feet.
"What are you up to later?" he casually brushes a few stray hairs from his forehead.
"Not much, just a few things to do around the house before the kids come home tomorrow," I touch his foot with the pointy tip of my shoe. "Do you want to get something to eat tonight? [R] is out of town again, I could use the company." I'm certain he knows exactly what company I'm talking about.
"Yeah, I could go for that, I'm not doing much tonight myself," a slight bulge is forming in the groin area of his khakis. That all too familiar ache begins to grow within me, I feel myself flush and grow warm.
"Ok then, I'll see you later," I reply, placing a hand on his thigh, rubbing it lightly. Barely containing the urge to slide my hand higher, I excuse myself to check on a draft, leaving him at my desk.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
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.
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.
Saturday, August 26, 2006
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.
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.
Thursday, August 24, 2006
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.
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.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
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.
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.
Saturday, August 19, 2006
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.
Thursday, August 17, 2006
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.
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.
Monday, August 14, 2006
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.
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.
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