Beautiful Hard Nipples
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Posted:Aug 12, 2008 10:46 am
Last Updated:Aug 18, 2008 2:10 am
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I was watching the British Olympic badminton mixed doubles pair win their epic first round match against the Chinese former Olympic champions. What a match.
But what really struck me, I am sorry to have to admit, was Gail Emms's gorgeous nipples! She isn't the best looking woman in the world, though she has an infectious charm, but her elegant movement across the court, agility and sheer determination really turned me on! And those nipples - they are perfect. You could see them in real detail even through her sports bra and singlet. I wanted to grab her, smash down the net rip off her team GB shirt and savagely suck and bite at them right there in the arena in front of eighteen thousand screaming fans.
But then I noticed something which made me think of a serious question. I noticed that throughout the match they were sometimes hard and sometimes not. Now on the basis that she is a serious and accomplished athlete focussed on trying to win a gold medal, I am assuming she was not occasionally getting turned on. Plus they were sweating and it is hot in Bejing so I don't think it could have been cold in the arena. Okay it could have been the material of her sports bra rubbing as she ran around the court.
But I thought I noticed that they seemed to be especially prominent and gorgeous whenever she played an especially inspirational shot or won a vital point. I thought the times when her nipples didn't stand out seemed to correspond with when she was losing.
So I have a question for the girls: Can excitement other than sexual excitement make your nipples harden up? And if so can you explain the phenomenon?
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Oooops!
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Posted:Aug 11, 2008 3:52 pm
Last Updated:Aug 18, 2008 2:09 am
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Recently I had a yahoo email from a friend from the site asking me to vote on an on-line photo competition on another website. I could tell it was a muti-sent email - no problem there, but the only thing was that my friend had obviously sent it to some AdultFriendFinder friends through the site first, and then cut 'n pasted it to me, accidentally leaving the first paragraph on it, complete with someone's AdultFriendFinder handle. I sent her a reply, jokingly pretending to be offended that she had called me the wrong name, and she came back with "sorry - I must have left that on by mistake, and oh dear I have sent it to loads of people including my mother!"
Oops. I pointed out that I hope her mother doesn't get curious and google the user name on the first paragraph, because she will get straight through to AdultFriendFinder if she does!
A while ago another AdultFriendFinder friend had a problem with something which went on on another blog page and she cut 'n pasted the whole page to me, again on standard email, asking me what I thought about it. She emailed me the whole blog page complete with headers and blue links and after I had read it, forgetting I was not logged in to AdultFriendFinder I clicked on "HOME" out of habit. Guess what? It took me through that link onto the internet and into her home page, just as if I had logged on as her, password and all!!!
Yes, there I was, all logged in as her, I could have read her mail, written her blog for her - anything! I even left myself a comment for myself as her just to prove I had done it! It felt creepy, so I logged off and deleted all the links and her email so that I couldn't be tempted to do it again, and then told her what had happened. SO BE WARNED - NEVER EMAIL ANYONE ANYTHING THAT HAS AN AdultFriendFinder LINK CUT AND PASTED OR THE SAME COULD HAPPEN TO YOU. It turned out she had sent that to her mother too!
Oops!
Then not long ago I had a very sexy text from a gorgeous woman. I texted back saying I couldn't wait for her to call me, I wanted her in bed, or words to that effect, and then I accidentally sent it to one of my mates by mistake. OOOPS!
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Make me Beg
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Posted:Aug 5, 2008 5:12 am
Last Updated:Sep 1, 2008 2:35 am
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I was wondering, why is it that for so many of us, (maybe not all, but many ) one of the biggest turn ons is making our lover beg for it?
"Oh god Dreamer please, please don't stop, oh god yes, MAKE IT HAPPEN!" or words to that effect.
What is it with the begging? I do know one woman who hates it - if you keep her on the edge too long it just pisses her off, lol, but mostly it isn't even just that we like to hear our partners beg - we even like to be made to beg ourselves! Lots of your fantasies have lines like, "he kept licking gently, teasing me 'til I couldn't take it any more and was begging him to make me cum."
I suppose it is partly the sense of validation we get from someone really wanting us....needing us..... But I don't know about you, but with me, I get turned on by that physical need for release in a woman. I mean even if I was watching someone masturbate and wasn't involved myself, if she got really turned on and was absolutley desperate to get there that would be part of the turn on for me. Does anyone know why that is???
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Bored
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Posted:Aug 4, 2008 10:51 am
Last Updated:Aug 9, 2008 2:46 am
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Oh god I'm bored.
I wish I could think of something to write about.
Come back later when I have thought of something, lol.
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The Way You Come
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Posted:Jul 29, 2008 4:04 pm
Last Updated:Jun 25, 2010 5:54 am
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I was just thinking.......
I wouldn't like to put a number on it - and recently of course there has been a distinct lack of this kind of activity in my life - but over the years I have been lucky enough to be with a fair few women while they were coming. I say "be with" rather than "make them come" because although occasionally it is a question of "making" someone come, mostly I find it is more of a colaboration. I mean, I provide the mental thrill and some of the stimulation which helps you get to where you want to be, but a lot of the process is in the way you move yourself, and in how I help to get your mind and body into the right condition for it to happen. We sort of both build your orgasm, partly using my mind and body, or that is how it sometimes seem to me.
Anyway, you may have noticed that recently in my frustrated and highly aroused condition I have tended rather to fixate on my fantasy of you as the benevolent bringer of glorious relief; gifting your body to me as a warm blanket of sexual healing, lol. (Why you should be so amazingly selfless I do not know, lol, but in the fantasy your joy is in converting me from a lust crazed volcano, desperate to erupt, into a calm sea of blissful post ejaculative contentment. )
I should therefore mention that in fact one of the things I am missing most is the wonderful experience of how women come. There are many kinds, from the soft twitch of gentle satisfaction to the heaving body-crash of successive massive earth moving spasms. I have seen a whole range from one extreme to the other even in just in one woman, and no two ever seem to be exactly the same. And the way a woman comes goes a long way towards determining how much I love to make love with her. Each has her own different little movements before during and after, each has the moans, or the gasps or the words of instruction or the meaningless cries of release. Some have a tendency to look anguished, some smile, others seem serene and relaxed, some wantonly abandoned. I love the ones who seem almost surprised when it hits, often with a little involuntary squeal amongst the sighs of delight, GOD that turns me on when it happens.
So now that is what I am thinking about. I am wondering how you feel and look and sound when you come, how I would feel looking into your eyes and trying to be part of it. I would love to be there with you, experiencing it with you together, first hand, getting to know your responses.
Maybe next time, when you are alone, touching yourself, getting closer, when you are coming, maybe you could think of me, and imagine me being there with you, sharing it with you.....I wonder what that would be like?
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Sex and good Grammar
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Posted:Jul 29, 2008 2:56 pm
Last Updated:Jun 25, 2010 5:51 am
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I am inspired to write this by a new watcher of my blog 4tulsa918 who has a post up on her own blog about how we present ourselves, and who mentions that the gramatical quality of what people write can be important to her in judging their personalities.
Interestingly it is important to me up to a point, although there are plenty of blogs I read where the content is much more important to me than the grammar or spelling, and anyway I make a few typo's of my own. (I know I have been known to point out the odd error here and there, but usually only if they make something sound funny. )
(And before some seemingly bright spark tells me that the use of an apostrophe in "typo's" is incorrect, NO IT ISN'T! )
But mostly I am happy to let the various quirks in people's writing pass me by - I am learning to be more relaxed these days, lol.
But there is one I simply don't understand, and I see it around a lot on AdultFriendFinder, mostly from Americans, though I have never come across it before. It is the use of the word "then" instead of "than." As in;
"I would rather have my clitty licked then hours of pounding penetration." No - wait a minute, mabye be she did actually mean that just the way it is written, lol. Okay, forget that, how about,
"I had a massive orgasm, bigger then any I can ever remember." For some reason this does irritate me slightly, (not the orgasm, lol, ) but mainly just because it seems to happen too often to be a typographical error. Can anyone shed any light on this? Is it an accepted US spelling like "color" for "colour"? Or is it because the word is often said as if it were spelt that way and when you are writing quickly sometimes you instinctively hit the keys for the way a word sounds and don't notice?
As I said, I love your blogs and I don't mind about the grammar, (though I have to admit I am attracted to good writing, ) so I am not meaning to be critical, but the inner English student in me needs to find out why this particular variation keeps showing up. Please help!
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You made me even Hornier
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Posted:Jul 22, 2008 3:51 pm
Last Updated:Oct 5, 2012 5:13 am
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Thinking about you, and the response you had to my previous post, made me even hornier. All day long I thought of your picture and what I wanted you for. I was in a state of semi-arousal all day as I went about my work and errands. So when I got into my bed it was only a matter of time before I started thinking about you again.
I imagined we went to the park. It was a sunny day - warm, but not too hot - just like today. We were glowing. We talked about all kinds of things as we walked, but each of us was remembering how we had made love the night before. We sat down in the dappled shade under a big oak tree, and as I leant against the trunk, you lay back against me, with your head on my chest, looking up at me over your shoulder as we talked. I can't remember what we talked about, and in my imagination I wanted to get to the next part, but I remember thinking how well we understood each other as the sun gradually wheeled over head and began to shine more and more under the branches of the tree. My arms were folded around you, but after a while I wanted to remind myself of the feel of your skin. I slipped my fingers under the collar of your shirt and pushed my hand inside.
You were reading my mind and leant forward for a moment, flicking the clasp of your bra open between your shouldder blades, and I felt the change in the weight under my hand. You lay back against me and looked up again. Your lips were parted and looked as if you might die if I didn't kiss them, so I bent my head over. I could barely reach but you stretched your neck upwards and we managed a brief entanglement of tongues which was just enough. My heart began to beat faster, but emotionally I was still satisfied from the night before, and I wanted to make you want me more.
I slipped my fingers under the now loose material of your bra and felt the palm of my hand rub over the bump of your right nipple. I let my hand lie there, as if I was merely enjoying the comfort of holding your breast under your shirt, of having consent to touch you, as if I didn't feel the skin around it contracting and the nipple beginning to press into my hand. I carried on with the conversation, and occasionally you glanced up at me with a question mark in your eyes. But you made no attempt to move. I think you knew what I was doing. We drank iced water from a bottle. You kissed me again; your tongue suddenly sexily cold. After a while I withdrew my hand slightly and let my finger and thumb play idly with your now hard nipple, as if absent-mindedly. But I made sure to scratch the tip gently with my finger nail now and again to intensify the sensation and then to squeeze quite hard so that the feeling would never become too desperate. I begin to feel very close to your nipples, and I want to keep them happy.
After a while I imagine I move my hand across your body, making sure to rub my forearm over your right nipple all the way as I move, and begin to play with the left one in the same way. I play my fingers all around your breast feeling the shape and the weight of it, visualising buring my face in you later. I have noticed that you are occasionally shifting your position, your eyes are closed and you are beathing evenly but very deeply.
People walk by in the park. You open your eyes and comment on them. The beautifully toned teenage boy with his girlfriend. We wonder if they have ever made love. She looks knowing and alert, but he seems less confident. You suggest that maybe you should teach him a thing or two. Then we realize they are talking about us, and wonder if he can see where my hand is. If we were teenagers I would probably have tried to fit my fingers under your waist-band by now, but today I know I don't need to do that. I will be taking you to bed later. But I plan to spend the rest of the day making you want me.
Finally, as if reading my mind, you turn over and begin to kiss me thoroughly. You are lying on my arm and now my hand does slip easily under your waist band - you breathe in a little to let me past, again your way of giving permission. As far as the world is concerned we are just kissing. I am not going to try to move much, but at arms length I can feel the perfectly groomed hair above your pussy tickling the palm of my hand. And by stretching my fingers I can feel something wet, and the small bud of your clit. I press gently.
"Oh my God what are you trying to do to me?" comes incoherently from your mouth, and then we both laugh, the shaking pressing our bodies together and making my finger rub against you more.
"Please Dreamer - make me come."
"Not yet baby, not here."
I smile and kiss you again. I want you, but I am in a dream world, I can wait. You on the other hand have been becoming hornier by the minute and it seems would quite happily strip naked and fuck, right there in front of everyone. To be able to bring out this need in you is a fantastic feeling for me, and whilst most of the time I lie still, kissing you, and telling you silly stories about my life, every now and again I let my finger very gently flick over your clit to keep you simmering. The heel of my hand is pressing against your lower stomach too, just above your pubic bone, and this pressure seems to be getting to you as well - I can feel you begining to grind yourself against me.
I realize it is time, and I wriggle out from under you, holding out my hand to you to help you up. You catch your bra strap together at the back, hoping no one notices and we make our way back to the house. You are so horny you can barely walk straight - it is like bringing a drunken slut home from the pub, but I want to make it even worse for you, so I begin to whisper your fate to you as we stagger past the park gates and into the road.
"And then I am going to pinch your nipples while I lick your clit very slowly, never letting you get there until you beg me."
"But I'm begging you now Dreamer, don't piss me off, MAKE ME COME."
I know there is a level beyond which I mustn't go, but it is further away than you think, and when I get you into the bedromm I take my time undressing you. I want to look at your curves, and run my tongue over every inch of your body. I want to look into your eyes and see the need in them, to hear you beg me to release you. But in the end even I can't resist any longer and I begin to press my tongue into your pussy, starting up a rhythm and listening to your breathing as it becomes harsher. I reach up my fingers to your nipples and begin to send flashes of electricity between them and your clit. The rise and fall of your hips tells me the rhythm you need and I keep it there until you sound like you are nearly coming and then I slow a little - not too much to lose the moment but enough to keep it at bay for a little longer.
"No, no, oh god don't stop!" You are moaning now, but I pretend I don't realize what I have done and keep the slower rhythm until in the end that begins to send you over anyway, and you start to buck your hips and arch your back and gasp out my name.
At last I let myself think about what I am doing and as soon as you die down a little I pull myself up to your level and press my cock into you, kissing you heavily at the same time. It goes in deep in one movement. I am reminded of the glorious pleasure of being inside you and at the same time I hear a gasp which tells me you aren't finished yet. I begin to fuck you through another orgasm with ever quickening strokes. I am thinking of nothing but the feel of your pussy rubbing up and down my hypersensitive cock, the feeling of plunging deep into you with every stoke, and your beautiful body welcoming me into it just as you have always welcomed me into your mind, but somehow the thought gets through to me that you are now coming over and over again and I have never had this happen before. I plunge on, lost in a whirl of mental and physical delight until at last I feel the come begining to build in me. I slow a little, and it keeps building. I slow even more - I can feel that this is going to be incredible, and then there is a long drawn out tingle all through the inside of my cock, right through to my balls, the best feeling there is, lasting longer than usual, before it breaks over the top and I am squirting jet after jet of come into you. I imagine that for you, knowing this is happening is the most wonderful thought, and it makes you come again in a final ecstacy of spasms, grasping at my arms and pulling your legs around me as if to get every last drop of me inside you.
I imagine we lie close together afterwards, your head on my chest and your thigh across mine. I will sleep tonight imagining you lie wetly by my side.
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You made me so Horny
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Posted:Jul 18, 2008 4:04 am
Last Updated:Oct 2, 2009 4:01 am
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You made me so horny I couldn’t stop thinking about you all day. As I lay in my bed, waiting to sleep, hoping to dream of you, I imagined you were there beside me. I imagined that you had tired of feeding my fantasies on line and had decided to fly over here and give me the sex I so badly need. I know you have your own need as well. You long to feel your body going out of control, to be touched in all the right ways at the right moments by a man who understands you completely, but I imagined that you had decided I could be given time to learn to give you that release, and at the same time you wanted to give yourself to me to ease my unfulfilled desire.
You had dressed simply, but hedonistically sexily. Jeans, leather boots, and a soft white shirt. No bra, although your breasts had the bearing of an even younger woman, so that I knew that they must usually be confined. But as my eyes took in your beauty I could see your nipples, raised to an intense alertness by the constant touch of the light cotton. Or was it by the anticipation of my touch?
There was to be no uneasy talk. The moment our eyes met the understanding between us deepened almost to the level of telepathy. “I am yours for the next five nights, Dreamer,” you whispered in my ear, brushing your lips over my neck and sending a shiver down my spine. “You will make me come all I need to, just by satisfying yourself in me.” I knew that perhaps on some of the other nights I would surprise you by attending utterly to your mind’s wishes and to your body’s responses, but I also knew that it could not be tonight. You had brought my senses to such a state of passion with your written words that now, the reality of your flesh under my hand would set me on the roller coaster ride to orgasm in far too short a time to fully satisfy you. But we would have five nights.
I abandoned myself to your will as you lay over me in my bed. Your breasts skimmed the hairs on my chest as your nipples rubbed across my skin. The heat of you soaked into my bones. You held yourself above me, barely touching me, grinning at my lust and looking wickedly into my eyes. My cock was rock hard and straining upwards towards your thigh, your hips were poised above me and your lips descended on mine, softly kissing away years of neglect. Your tongue was a potent weapon of desire, stirring fires of passion in my chest. My heart beat faster as you kissed me and I lost all sense of the world except for the places where our bodies touched. You were draped over me, every curve seemingly built to fit around my flesh and bones, and I kissed back, hungrily exploring your mouth. I felt your fingers close over my cock. I knew you would not be expecting me to last for you this first time, but your desire to make me come seemed to be getting into your head and the thought of it was driving you crazy too. In your mind you had become a come-maker, and your whole body was tuned to filling itself with me as fast as you could.
I felt you press me into you. You were hot and wet and I sank deeply in, amazed at how I remembered the feeling, and yet how it felt new and special too. “Ahhhhhhh,” you exclaimed, betraying the fact that this was not really only for me. “Oh yes.” But I heard nothing more. You sank down onto me, your hair covered my face, and then there was nothing except the rise and fall of your hips, the electric sensations streaming all through me, and the feel of me pumping my come deep into your willing insides.
You were sleeping later, when I awoke in the dark. I lay for a moment remembering. I felt content, complete, but then a stirring in my groin reminded me I was far from satisfied. I looked at your face, dimly lit by the glow from the street light outside the house. You were immeasurably beautiful. I needed you again right then. At that moment I realized that you would know what it was I would want to do. I would have told you about my fantasy of making love to a sleeping partner, if she was willing. You must have known this might happen. I lifted myself on one elbow, but you didn’t move. My cock was rapidly hardening. Slowly, barely ruffling the sheet, I moved above you. You were lying on your back, one leg conveniently bent at the knee. You would still be wet and gorgeously slippery from my come inside you. Gently, I slid myself into position, and still you didn’t stir. I slid between your knees and sank my cock into you. It felt incredible. You were sleeping, and I was in you. I fucked you gently, with slow strokes, sometimes that can feel so intense, and before long more of my come was mingling with the earlier gushes I had flooded into you. I lay down again softly, still watching your face and for a moment I wondered if a smile had flickered over your lips.
In the morning I was woken by the feel of you touching my cock. I was becoming hard again, but this time any ejaculation felt a long way distant. Your face had a haunted, more needy look.
“Fuck me,” you requested simply. This time I would last. I slid inside you and sucked a nipple into my mouth. My tongue flickered over it and my teeth scratched at the tip as I held steady deep within you. I could feel your thumb in between us, flicking over your clit and I realized you might have been turning yourself on for some time while I was sleeping. I held my weight off you on my elbows and fucked you for all I was worth. I needed to in order to get anywhere near coming, and you needed me to. Long solid strokes and a steady rhythm, listening to your breathing, loving the sound of you getting closer, until you were writhing under me and the breaths began to turn to gasps. I heard you saying “yes, yes ‒ oh Dreamer,” and then you were all grasping arms and incoherent cries and arching hips. The feeling of you coming hard sent me over again so that we collapsed together in a tangle of arms and legs and lay laughing and kissing each other happily.
That was only the first night. Yesterday. Tonight maybe I will imagine what might happen the next night, when, aroused almost beyond reason for you as I might be, I would also have regained my control. When I could make you wait as long as I wished for your satisfaction, and when I would take you to the edges of ecstasy and hold you there, quivering, while the sensations would build in you, to something you would always remember.
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Summer Breeze
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Posted:Jul 17, 2008 5:21 am
Last Updated:May 12, 2016 9:40 am
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It happened again! I was driving past stonehenge on the way to see Jools Holland at the Larmer Tree festival. I drove fast - excitedly and happy - but not too fast.
All the fields were green and gold and a hazy sun played a gentle, softening light over the low Wiltshire hills.
And Mark Ratcliffe played the Iseley Brothers "Summer Breeze" on the radio! I blogged about this record not long agao. I don't think I have a copy, and although I love it I wouldn't say it is especially one of my favourites but whenever it comes on the radio it reminds me of long grass in the park, me and Liz learning how to kiss, how to caress, how to touch the right places and make each other come.
Eric Bibb was supporting Jools and sang a song about always looking after your cape - a guy who didn't know he couldn't fly, so he did. There was drizzle, and a cool breeze, not a summery one at all, but it was a great evening. Ruby Turner gave it everything - she sang so hard she nearly boogied her way out of her dress. And there was a sexy young slim white backing singer who captivated my heart despite almost never coming out from the very edge of the stage.
Right at the end she got her chance as all the girls got to sing a verse of the last song "You win - I'm in love with you" but when her turn came her microphne lead got stuck under a monitor and she had to wait for the roadies to free it. She looked a bit embarrassed. I felt so sorry for her, but she sang okay in the end and looked like she was having fun. I wished I could have been with her afterwards and played guitar for her to sing to me in a more intimate way later. She was gorgeous.
The atmosphere was easy-going and celebratory as always. I love it when life makes me feel good like that.
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Is my Blog a Sexy Party?
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Posted:Jul 14, 2008 1:48 am
Last Updated:Aug 4, 2008 8:45 am
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I used to like parties more when I was younger, although I realize that back then they were mainly a way of meeting a potential new girlfriend. Even then, I hated parties where there wasn't anyone I fancied, or worse still there wasn't anyone who fancied me, lol.
In later years, I have found parties more and more difficult. It is strange because I like conversation, and a small group of four or five people I find great fun, but at bigger parties, I always end up standing around not knowing who to talk to and getting button-holed by someone with even fewer social skills than me and bored mindless, without having any idea how to get away from them! I so admire the people who are able to say "oh yes how interesting, excuse me I must just go and speak to so-and-so" without appearing rude, or perhaps without caring. And yet I don't want to be like them.
If I am at a party alone, and feeling the need of female company, for some reason I just can't be charming. Maybe my neediness is obvious, but actually I think it is more that I can't be bothered. I don't feel comfortable looking for women somehow, (it even feels wrong to write it that way, lol ) so I usually leave early and wish I hadn't gone!
Or, if I am at the same party, and I am with someone, but, however much I love her, however sexy she is, if our relationship is not perfect, (and what relationship ever is? ) if she is not quite "the one" I am thinking of, I hate it. Does she see that I am lusting after some of the other women there? Even though I have no intention of doing anything about it? Can she tell that I can't quite relax because she is there? Can she feel the frustration in me, that I daren't talk to the sexiest woman in the room, just in case I begin to fall in love with her?
So I found myself wondering, what kind of parties did I like, and it came to me.
I like a party when, either I am not really looking to meet someone, and there are loads of attractive women and, probably because they can instinctively tell that I am not really looking for anyone, they all fawn over me and flash their sexy eyes and flirt with me and I have great fun and then go home alone smiling.
Or, I like parties when I just happen to be with the sexiest woman there, and she adores me. (It has happened, lol.)
I can flirt with the rest of the girls, knowing that she knows I only really have eyes for her. It doesn't matter whether she talks to me or flirts with the other guys or giggles with her best girlfriend or whatever, she glances at me now and then, just to make sure I am okay, and I can see it written on her face;
"I am going to lie down naked under you and pull you down over me later." To be circulating in a room containing this woman is heaven to me, and creates an anticipation of sex which makes me twitch just writing about it.
And then I realized that I love the blogs, because they are just like the best kinds of party! I wasn't really looking to meet anyone, but lots of sexy women flirted with me anyway, and then WOW!! One of them, You, turned out to think I was someone really special, and whenever I blog, You are there, reading, and I feel that special connection between us. You don't mind if I flirt with everyone else, in fact I think you quite like it. But I know when you have shut down your computer, and slid into your bed between crisp cool sheets, when your fingers snake into secret places and begin to work their magic on you, your fingers will be my fingers, and I will be there lying against your soft warm skin.
And I log off smiling.
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Choices
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Posted:Jul 3, 2008 2:37 am
Last Updated:Jul 11, 2008 1:44 am
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I was criticised yesterday (gently and kindly and by someone I adore, I should point out, lol, ) for always going to the same places on holiday.
It isn't quite true - I usually go somewhere new and then on to somewhere I have been before and know I love. But I have to admit she had a point. (She is also a gorgeous person which helps, lol. ) I am wary of change and I don't take risks unless I can clearly see the goal is worth it. I am quite happy to risk drowning standing waist deep in a swirly tumbling river whilst salmon fishing, because fishing is what I do.......or clamber down a rocky precipice to get to the best bass marks on the coast, but I don't like to go too near the cliff edge if I just happen to be out for a walk!
But I do like to spend precious holiday time somewhere I know I am going to like, so I suppose I have become a bit set in my ways. Isn't that just the same as always listening to music you like? I mean I like to listen to new music as much as anyone, but I bet what most of you have on your ipod is stuff you like and listen to all the time, otherwise how are you to get to know it well?
I often wish I had time to do everything; all the new stuff as well as the things I have always done. I guess I am coming to that age our parents were when they learned to say "life is too short." I always wondered what that meant, and now I am beginning to know.
I would like to have another life to fit in all the things I wish I could have done. But I doubt it would make much difference because it is a truth in life that in order to make the most something new, you often have to give up something you love.
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Imagining You
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Posted:Jun 30, 2008 1:26 pm
Last Updated:Jan 16, 2014 4:57 am
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I was so un-utterably horny I found myself imagining You. Yes You. (No NOT you WillHe. )
You told me you knew how horny I was and you said you just wanted to make me feel better. You wouldn't take no for an answer. Before you were half in through the door you were kissing me. It was raining outside and your hair was wet, and your tongue was cold in my mouth but so sexy and alive.
You virtually dragged me to the bedroom struggling out of your clothes. Your breasts looked fantastic and felt even better in my hands, the nipples hardening as I cupped them in my palms and rubbed them with the rough skin of my fingers. The smell of your hot skin went to my head and then you whispered in my ear, "You need to come in me, just lie back and let me make it happen."
I surrendered control to you as you pushed me back onto the bed and then closed my eyes as your lips closed over my cock. I was already as stiff as a poker but the feel of your tongue lapping at my sweet spot made my cock strain for extra length and fullness. Then you flung a naked leg across me and began to bury my shaft into your pussy. When I was fully inside you stopped and began to grind your hips very slowly, trying to rub your clit against me. I smiled as I felt the slippery inner walls of your vagina clinging to my cock and rubbing over the head, but you didn't lift your hips. Only the grinding made your insides rub ever so slightly on my sweet spot. It wasn't enough to make me come but it sent jolts of amazing feelings thrilling through me with every little movement.
You lent down to kiss me gain, your tongue hungrily in my mouth, then you whispered in my ear again, "I just....need....to take care of myself first.....so I can concentrate," you gasped out, and I knew you were taking care of yourself very well already.
I could feel the little thrills which were flowing through me from my cock building into something more - it has been so long that it wouldn't take much, but you must have been super turned on yourself before you even arrived because now you began to gasp more often and in a few more seconds you were smiling and saying "yes, mmmmm yes, oh YES!" and then you started to lift your hips and fuck your self and pinch at my nipples while I bit on yours and suddenly we were both coming and a MASSIVE jolt of come burst out of my cock in one huge squirt as you cried out my name and grabbed at me and I pumped and pumped more and more into you until we dissolved together in the last twitching glow of a wonderful orgasm.
I imagined it was you who kissed me, and said, "that should keep you going till next time, just let me know when you need me baby," and You smiled and I imagined it was You who walked out of the door still dripping with my come.
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