And we're baaaack!

No magical song today.

I have been overloaded at work with a MAJOR event that happened last Friday. It went swimmingly. The largest event I've done so far, with over 1500 people. We had only glowing reviews from all involved, it was major. But it took up 110% if my time. I was literally working until 10pm and on the weekend. Madness. So this week, I have my kids on a wonky schedule again because of it as "make up" time.

The kids have been better, and not better. Interacting with them had been harder, and easier. I have certainly been more proud of my own responses as of late, which is good. And I think it's helping to create a more even tone between us. Which is nice. But there's a lot of "NO" going on when I ask K to do things. Which of course F learns to respond that way as well. I am going to check back into counseling with K. I think it's a great way for me to learn some parental skills and tools. I mentioned it casually at the last dr appt with F and got some follow up calls from some social workers with some information that will be helpful, now that I have time to look at it. I think we can all benefit from it in some way or another.

I am excited about an upcoming trip to visit my sister in Mass in Dec. I will be there for 9 days. I decided today that I might as well spread out and go see some friends that I've kept in touch with that live around there too. Should be a lot of fun. The trains go every where I want to go and that way I don't need to worry about driving in that weather.

Things with D are going really well. I am growing board of dating. I have a couple of viable options right now, but I am making myself unavailable to meet them based on how much time I spend with D. Which, to be honest, is just fine with me. He's teaching me how to be respected and cherished and those are really rare things to come by. Allowing myself to be treated that well is something new for me too. It's amazing to realize how different life can be when someone treats you with respect. And I am learning a lot about how to be in a relationship too. Because I feel like a different person with D. A better, new improved version of me. We're talking about "me for you, and you for me only" options. I don't think I am done completely with the dating scene yet. Still seeing the value in it, so I'll continue to do it until I don't. Either way, I am really, really enjoying being with D, and have certainly grown to love him at this point. We've been telling each other that for awhile now since I finally decided to listen to my heart, rather than my head. He still makes my stomach do that little jump when he's near. I love it.

Feeling nostalgic, I went back to Daisies for the first time in a REALLY long time today. Not sure why. But I did. Was surprised to find J is not using it. I sort of figured he'd keep it up as an outlet. It was touching to read our last few entries. I didn't go beyond the first page. Not sure what the goal was there. Maybe to see if I am remembered. I certainly remember him, a lot. But I have to say, it's less frequently than it used to be. I hope it's the same for him.

Weather is turning cooler, allergies are back. Things are looking brighter in this crisp fall air. My favorite holiday is coming up, get your pumpkins out. Hope things are well with everyone else too. : )

Daffodils

Song of the day: Baby I'm in. Love, love, LOVING this song by Keith Urban right now. If you need a lover and a friend...

I was so honored to be chosen as the Mystery Guest today! I think of this blog really as a diary. As events happen I think about how I am going to word them, or how a photo would accent a post. But if I miss posting it or sharing that thought, it's ok, it's just for me. Well, apparently others are watching and that just tickles me pink! : ) I was really pleased that Os picked the poem that he did. Daffodils are very special to me because of J. The constant back and forth was which flower was my favorite? Daisies. No, he'd correct me, they're daffodils. No, daises, daffodils, etc... So it  made me smile in my heart when Os picked that.

I have a wedding to go to this Saturday. And I think I may actually have a dinner date on Sunday. I am at the point where I rate all potential dates on how badly I want to see them vs the time they take away from D. We pretty much spend all our spare time together, which I love. It's like having a home base but with the freedom to explore other people. An open, semi-but-not-committed relationship, who knew?! : )

Tuesday night D didn't say the words "do you want to stay over" or some variation on that, so I didn't assume I would. It's a long haul from my house to ANYWHERE (15 minutes just to the freeway, then another 10 minimum to anywhere) so if I am going to stay over at his place I have to plan in advance since he's 30 mins away in good traffic. I planned for staying over Sunday and Monday. Then Tuesday rolled around and I had a little Girls Night Out jewelry party for a friend and hadn't planned to stay with him. Didn't have enough meds,  clothes, had to send off pics to Os for HNT MG, and my laptop stays at home, etc. So the end of the night rolled around and I went back to his place to pick up my stuff he was surprised to find I wasn't staying. I said, well, you never "officially" invited me and I didn't want to assume, since we're not boyfriend/girlfriend anymore, that I could just stay over. He was so disappointed. And then so was I. Awww. I really wanted to stay. But I really wanted to go home and send off my photos too! So, to say we spend most of our free time together isn't really stretching it much.

Last night I was gathering up the boys to head them upstairs for shower and their 3 simple steps (think Special Agent Oso - fun version) and Roomie's dog Maggie started doing crazy dog laps in the house. You know, when they are running around in circles through all the rooms in the house while you just try to stay out of their way? Well, I was moving to the side, she dodged where she THOUGHT I was going, and, BAM!! I end up on my ass on the tile floor. I was pretty lucky I didn't hit my head on the wall that was a foot away. So, now my bum, wrist and ankle are all a little sore. I am hoping they don't hurt tomorrow. I plan to do some dancing at the wedding this weekend!

So I am not entirely pleased with the way the I Kissed a Girl post turned out. I think I will supplement it at some point. It didn't really have the effect that I wanted. Keep an eye out for that.

Today, I have plans to have D to work at lunch time for a little afternoon delight in a private bathroom I know about. That should be fun. I invited him yesterday for lunch but he wasn't able to make it. So, I tempted him with this bit of texting yesterday when he let me know he was done for the day with work:

Me: Yay! Time for you to come over here so I can attack you.

D: Very tempting babe! We could find a hideaway spot for some public sex ; )

Me: Just thinking of all the private bathrooms I know about... And what I am going to do to you in them.

D: Yum! OK... give me a little "for example..." please?

Me: I would take you over to the next building and find one of the private bathrooms. The door would lock and I would push you against the door and drop to my knees. Your belt would come off first. Then your pants, unzipped. Next your cock comes out and I wrap my mouth around it. You've been thinking about this so you're a little hard already. (ELO Evil Woman is playing right now).

D: Awesome visual... I'm so there! Can you actually make that happen?

Me: Yup ; )

D: Tomorrow at lunch?

Me: Yep if you want to come here.

D: Hell yeah I want to cum there! ; ) When is good for u? Meet 1st at your office?

Me: Lol, eager all of a sudden. 1130ish, noon, 1, whatever.

D: Kind of a big deal don't u think?

Me: Why do you think I invited you over today lover?

D: Thx! But just making sure ur not gonna get in trouble... or is that part of the fun? ; )

Me: Not going to get in trouble. That's what lunch breaks are for right?

D: Absolutely. U want me to bring my camera?

Me: Bring whatever you'd like. 11:30 works and I am flexible.

D: Ok 11:30 it is. My treat for lunch after. Bring ur vibrator too.
Me: Oooooo! That WOULD be interesting! And great for pics...
D: You like the way I'm thinkin I see!!

Me: Always baby. That's why I keep you around. You're fun in all the right ways. : )

D: ; )

Me: I am SO looking forward to having your cock in my mouth tomorrow. Wish it was now.

D: Oohhh baby! Me too. And ur pussy in my mouth ; )

Me: (Big inhale) YUM!

D: Breathe deeply & softly my love! ; )

So I'll recap in the next post because by the time I post this, it will have already happened : ) Hopefully I'll have some great before shots for the Brazilian I have scheduled tomorrow. I'll post those with the recap. Until then, here's my HNT for the day! At some point I will figure out how to do those click throughs but, not today! Happy HNT and be sure to stop by Osbasso to see who else is playing!

Ideal Goodbye

Today, is the last day, that I am using words.
I have decided to stop communications with the man I pine for and have eternally in the back of my mind. This man is never far from my thoughts, especially sexually. We were lovers briefly, what feels like a lifetime ago, but it was an awakening for me that I hadn't anticipated. It was a fantastic, scary, cautious, surprising, fleeting time for both of us, and we've expressed our love for each other since. We've been friends for most of my adult life. Longer than I've known my (soon to be ex-) husband. I rarely go a whole day without thoughts of him at some point or another; "what would he think of these shoes, he would LOVE this band, ooo, he'd like this picture or web site." A good number of posts on Night Moves are about him.

We've been on again, off again friends as our marriages have allowed for the last 15 years. Words are useless (especially sentences) to describe how engrained in me this man is. It will be one of, if not THE most difficult decision I've made to stop talking to him. But, he's always chosen to stay where he is and I have accepted that. How can I explain how I feel? It's impossible. I have decided in order to be the best ME I can be, I can't continue to wish about IF and WHEN we might be together.

Music has always played a huge roll for us and Madonna was there when we got together, so I felt this song especially fitting for my good bye. I leave with one of the exchanges we've shared over the years on a blog we kept for each other:

Ideal situation, take notes (if you didn’t already):

1. Breathing/biting on my back sweet spot

2. Grabbing my tit

3. Rubbing my clit

4. Getting fucked from behind (even better in the ass)

Yum.

(his response)
It has been noted. And often fantasized about. Much like it is right now…Mmmm.

Daffodils and Daisies my love

Alone, lonely

I am feeling alone, and lonely tonight. I have been checking my secret stash to no avail. There have been no presents left for me. It's disapointing to get all worked up over it (meanwhile in the back of my mind saying, there's nothing, he didn't say ANYTHING), then, nothing. The restrictions on the communication drive me BATTY. I really enjoy the back and forth banter, the playfulness, the teasing. But that's not an option right now, and it makes me so, so sad.

I am at my horny point of the month, so needless to say it's a little more disapointing than usual. And I am a little more wet than usual (though honestly it's hard to top the constant wetness that is "me") and longing for some kissing more than usual. Sigh. I am imagining one short month away at this point. It's a self imposed restriction. I could likely create an online profile now and start dating. But, I don't feel like I should. I feel like I should wait until I am officially divorced. I need the papers. I need permission. I need to take my ring off the day of the court date. Which btw, has to wait to be scheduled until we've both taken our parenting class (next week).
I am looking forward to my San Carlos trip over Memorial Day weekend. We looked at places to rent tonight. Hopefully we'll find a great steal and have a lovely time. I could use some beach time.

Til then, I'll keep looking, and hoping, and waiting and knowing that I care.

*sigh*

Did I mention...

I miss you?

I do.

I wish at 3:00 am instead of being exhausted you were waking me up with slow lingering kisses all over my body. Running your hands on my silky, soft skin, tracing a line down my side. Rubbing your cool body against my warm, sleepy body. Finding that spot on my back and breathing me awake. Pushing your fingers between my legs. I wish you were waking me up to make slow, passionate love to me. Or maybe just a quick fuck. But either way,

I miss you.

Strange dream

I had a very strange dream last night.


I was invited to your house by the two of you. I remember arriving very late at night and sort of making my way to what appeared to be an patio room with a day bed. The place was a bit of a mess. It looked well lived in. I spent the night in anticipation of a "talk" that was to happen the next morning.

I woke up the next morning and stretched, looking around. I caught a glimpse of the two of you through a window above the bed into the house. You were chatting and laughing with each other while sitting at the kitchen table. One of you would occasionally glance over to where I was, drink your coffee and say something to the other. You were waiting for me to come in there. But there was no way in hell I was going in there. I could tell I was in trouble. I could tell this wasn't good. In any way.

What the hell am I doing here?

You both walk into the room. You're annoyingly casual with each other and I simply don't know how to respond to this. Holding your coffee cups, you stand united in the doorway as she asks, "So what are you doing?"

What?

"What were you hoping to gain from this?"

I remember being very confused as to why you're siding with her on this. As if I am the interloper here that needs to straighten up my act. I am casting glances around the room and am sort of astonished at how messy the room is in daylight. There's things piled everywhere. It appears to be a junk room, cat and dog hair everywhere. Piles of books and papers litter the flat surfaces everywhere.

I am SO confused. Thinking, Why the hell did I come here? Why is SHE asking ME this? I KNEW this was going to happen, why did I come?!? You stand there together, leaning against the doorway, one foot crossed over the other, coffee cup in hand. She leans against a desk, drinking her coffee, you're glancing at each other. It seemed endless.

I felt like I had done something wrong when I woke up and was being chastised for it. It was so weird.

It's Thursday

And I may break your heart, but I don't think there's anyone as bomb as me.

At some point I will start participating in HNT, but I haven't yet.
I have been moody and down as of late. I miss him. The chatting but not chatting doesn't help. It just makes me want more. But then I do really enjoy it as well. It's that catch 22, the dichotomy of my life.
Grrrr.

I helped roomie color her hair. It was her birthday 2 days ago so I made her dinner and a cake last night.

I was tweeting with Alexa yesterday about suppressing my gag reflex. She reminded me about her post regarding that subject. I reread it, and remembered that you had sent it to me originally. It was such a turn on to chat with her directly. If you aren't aware of her, please stop by and <>check her out. She's so eloquent and I love her writing.

I am trying to go back and add images that I find on her tumbler to my previous posts to further illustrate. If you had one you like you might want check back and see if it's new and improved yet.

Til then, I have to give back the internet to my roomie. I am hoping this will be remedied this weekend when I'll be purchasing <>a mifi. Looking forward to my <>new phone too.

Fantasy #1

Massive Attack, Karmacoma featuring Tricky

If I am jilling off and I haven't watched any porn to get me in the mood, I tend to gravitate to this fantasy.

We're in my office. It's not really an office, but a cubicle in a cubicle farm. There are private offices surrounding the outside, but, not mine.
It's after hours. But it's a cubicle so there's a really good chance we'd be caught, as soon as someone walked in the door. It's an executive office suite, so, people work at all hours. This is part of the charm of this fantasy, of course.

There are two of you, and me.
You, who I've known longer than anyone else. Longer than my (soon to be ex-) husband, longer than any other lover I keep in touch with. So you know me. You know what I like, how hard, how rough, how deep, how long.
Just. How. I. Like. It.

Then there's the other. He has a girlfriend but flirts with me unmercifully. You find it entertaining when I tell you about him. You like how my pulse races and I blush with the thoughts I am thinking:
He's so damn hot. And he makes it a point to come see me and flirt. He knows I am married. I know he's got a girlfriend. Maybe they have an open relationship?
You smile. Who are you to talk?

So it usually fast forwards to the part where we're all naked, cause, it is MY fantasy after all.

Though the thought of you both undressing me is enough to make me get
very,
very
wet.

You're at my back, you know that's my "spot" and while you'll share, you like to keep the best for yourself. I am wearing one of my naughty secretary outfits.

I sent you pictures earlier in the day in anticipation of this. Pictures in the stairwell I showed you with the perfect spot for playing before you get caught. But there's always the chance.

He's at my front, lifting my skirt, pulling out my shirt, feeling my ass made tight by running. Sliding lower he lifts me on to the desk and pulls off my panties which are soaked through by now. He kneels in front of me and I lay back on the desk. This puts my head in the perfect postition for you. You're both already naked. Your bald heads are shining in the moonlight from the window in the next office. You unbutton my blouse and I arch my back so you can take it off. He's running his hands along my strong legs, kissing his way from my ankle up, up, stopping to lick behind my knee. It gives me goosebumps and tightens my nipples.

You've got my top off and we're kissing while you undo my bra. I love kissing you. Slow and searching, like we have never met, but have known each other forever. You nibble at my lips while pulling my bra off freeing my beautiful tits.

He's made his way past my knees to my thighs. It's dizzying to have you both there, kissing, licking, sucking, twisting, squeezing, caressing. It makes me so wet to know you both want me. I reach for your cock and find it at attention. You're liking this as much as I am and I smile. You feel it and pull back.
"What?"
I love that you're enjoying this as much as I am. It's such a turn on.
"That's the idea."
You continue kissing me while he's made his way to my secret spot. He's kissing me all around it, teasing me, stroking fingers up and down my thighs. He likes my strong legs, and I like his. All the better for fucking me with. He starts getting closer to my button and I feel 4 hands, exploring, touching, grabbing. 2 mouths, sucking, licking, biting.

Heaven
(this makes me rub my clit faster and the pace quickens in my mind)

I reach for your smooth balls and slowly pull one into my mouth. Gently. My tongue swirls on it and you moan. His fingers reach into my wet pussy and search for my gspot while his tongue flicks my clit.

I buck against his head and he holds me down, wrapping his arms around my thighs. My other hand reaches for your ass. I know you like it to be played with, slowly, teasing, warming it up. I move to the other ball, not wanting it to feel left out. My hand strokes your hardening cock. Mmmmmm, I hum. I hear you sigh.

You're reaching for your camera, I know you want pictures of this.

My body spread out over my desk, head dangling off the side, another man in between my legs, reaching into my darkest recesses. Yes, you want pictures.
He's now grinding his mouth into my clit and I am moaning, and thrusting my pussy into his mouth. I take your hard cock into my mouth. I taste you on the tip. I rub it around with my tongue, making it all wet, slick, hard. I pull you closer with my hand at your ass and guide your cock into my throat. We stay like that for a moment and you forget about the camera. I push you out and breathe.

He stands up and fingers my clit with his thumb.
"Are you ready to be fucked?"
Yes, please.
He pushes himself into me with one hard thrust. He enjoyed himself down there and now I get to reap the rewards. I reach for your cock again and you get the camera ready. I wait for him to thrust into me and take you in all the way. His thrusting creates the back and forth we need for everyone to get what they want. I hear you snapping away as he thrusts into my wet pussy, pushing my head onto your cock. You stand ready for my mouth to swallow you with each push forward.

Snap
Snap
Snap

I wrap my legs around his waist and he pulls me in harder with each thrust. I push my finger into your ass and I see you throw your head back, camera askew, forgotten in your pleasure. I reach over and take the camera and start to shoot while I suck you and get fucked. His rythym is faster and I match my thrusts into your ass.

(Fuck, it feels so damn good, and from my minds eye, it's so increadibly HOT. The pace picks up as I continue to finger fuck myself.)

Pound, swallow, pound, swallow, pound, swallow, you're twisting my nipples and pushing your cock into my throat, welcoming each thrust. It doesn't take much at this point to make me come and I imagine your heads thrown back, shouting out, enjoying every moment as you both empty yourselves into me.

Ahhhh, that one does it every time.

Did I mention...

I like to fuck. It is probably one of my most favorite things to do. Having been married for 13 years, and with him for 15, I have lots of practice, but it's not of the "varied" kind. He wasn't much into changing things up. He got more willing as the end came around, but I felt like it was obligatory rather than willing.
I want to find someone who's willing.
Willing to bypass all conventions and just fuck. Whatever hole they want. I am willing to try. Willing to swallow whatever. Or let them swallow whatever. I'll try it. Just try me. You can't say you do, or don't, like it if you don't try right? How will I know?
But I do know for sure, I love to fuck. I like watching porn to figure out all the different ways to fuck, it's a learning experience. : ) An education, if you will. And I will. Why the hell not? I am learning not to be shy or embarassed about what I like, why should I be?

My girl crush. Yum.
So, here's the goal:
You see me, I see you, we link eyes. I start to look away, then decide not to. Wow, he's SO hot, he makes my heart jump a little. I wonder what he smells like? I wonder how soft his lips are? I wonder how hard his cock gets? Does he think I am pretty? These thoughts flit through my head in seconds. Eyes still locked, you walk over.
Hi.
Hi.
(This part is a rush, I can't remember it because I am fixated on how incredibly sexy and hot you are and your eyes, which are seeing everything in me. All the while I am wondering, are we going to get hopped up enough to make some bad decisions?)
Fast forward to your place which I have somehow I agreed to go back to. (wicked grin)
I am looking at your living room and you come up behind me. You put your arms around my waist and pull me into you. I can tell you're getting into this as much as I am. Your hands slide down to my hips and now there is no denying, you're enjoying yourself.  I push back into you and slide my hand up around your neck turning my head for a kiss. You start softly, then go hard, tongue slowly exploring my mouth. You slide your hands down my thighs and under my skirt sliding it up.

I reach between us to unbuckle your belt. It's hard because we're grinding together so hard at this point. Your hand is sliding up the inside of my thigh to that spot we both want you to touch. I am so wet.

You breathe along my neck, making your way up to my ear. You start to whisper all the things you're going to do to me. It makes my breath quickin and other areas tighten. I can feel myself getting even more wet. Your fingers graze that hot wetness and I gasp. Your other hand moves around the back to my tight ass. You make your way in between my cheeks and I push my ass against your hand. I love it. You love it and push your hand in for more.

I have your belt undone and pants unbuckled now. You push me over to the couch and pull my soaked panties to the side and thrust your fingers into my hot wetness. I stroke your growing cock and slide you along my wetness. I love being a tease, it's gets everyone to the next level. You wrap your hand around my hair and I moan.
"Spread your legs wider."
Mmmm, well when you put it like that....
You push my shoulders into the couch which presents my ass to you. Your fingers are warming me up to make sure your hard cock will fit in.
"You're so wet, are you ready?"
Mmmmmm, yes please.
I feel the tip of your hard cock pushing against my wet lips. No time for pleasantries, I shove my ass against you pushing you all the way in. You're bigger than I expected so I hold you there. Savoring how full I am. Clearly you have a different idea. You slowly pull out, inch by inch, feeling all my wetness. With just your head inside, you pull on my hair to ease yourself back in.

Ahhhhhhh, more, please

I reach between my legs to find your balls. They are soft, you shave, I love it. I stroke them gently, you love it, I can tell by the slow moan you let out. Slowly you slide in and out of my tightness, savoring each thrust. We both are getting into this now, I am pushing myself against you, but you're using my hair to keep control of the pace. You like to see my back arched as you push your cock in an out. I need to taste you so I pull off and turn around.

I drop to my knees in front of you. Your cock is glistening with my wetness. I smile and take your tip in my mouth like a lolly pop. I slowly swirl my tongue around your tip, tasting us on you. My hand is slowly stroking your balls while I take you further into my mouth. I wrap my hand around your thigh and look up as I lick you from base to tip. Your hand is still in my hair, holding me there. You smile at me and I smile back. I ease you all the way in and you moan.

I stay there and just breathe.

You pull my head back with my hair. A string of wetness pulls from my mouth. Mmmmmm, more please. I lick up and down while stroking with my hand, my other fingers finding their way to your ass. So tight, so nice. I take your balls in my mouth and suck on them, swirling them around with my tongue. Hand still in my hair, you're loving it, but you want to fuck me some more. You wrap your other hand around my throat and pull me up.

God I love that.

You lift me up and I wrap my legs around your waist. You kick off your pants and we head to kitchen table. You set me on top of it, it's the perfect height for fucking. Fleeting images of you standing next to it at the store o measure...I smile. I lay back on the table and strip my shirt off over my head. You lean over taking your time exploring my soft skin, smelling, tasting, running your tongue from my navel to my bra which you are unfastening. My tight, hard 36D's spill out as you deftly remove it, fingers going to a nipple. Hand tracing my scars, "Where did you get these?"

Reduction
You kiss and breathe your way along the underside of each breast and around each nipple.
"Does it hurt?"
Not any more.
"Can I bite?"
Please, I love it.

My legs are locked around your waist and I am moving to my own internal music. I feel you pressing on my panties and am ready for them to come off. You take one nipple in your mouth and slowly roll it around, making my back arch and a sigh escape from my lips. You twist the other nipple while I stroke and lightly run my fingers over your bald head. Your other hand works lower and unzips my skirt, yanking it off. I lift my hips to help leaving my soaked panties as the only barrier between your hardness and my softness.

Your hand stays pinching my nipple while you kiss your way back down my stomach. Other hand grasping my thigh to pull me to the edge of the table. Kneeling on the ground you lower your head to my liquid.

Fuck

This is easily my favorite part of fucking. I love the way your mouth moves on my wet, wet lips, exploring as if it's your last time. Savoring each drop. I spread my legs wider so you can access the deepest part of me, rolling my hands over your head. You moan and love the feel of my hands on your head. Your tongue thrusts into my pussy, GASP! You wrap your arms around my thighs and pull me into your mouth, no space between us now.

My legs dangle down your back, my red stilleto heels digging in a little.

Ohhhhhhhhhh

Your mouth moves up to my clit and two fingers take the place of your tongue. It feels, so, good. I love a man who eats good pussy. Slowly your fingers begin a rhythm of their own, tongue discovering both sides of my clit. Other hand slowly stroking up my side, up to my breast, squeezing my nipple again. I arch my back and begin thrusting and grinding my pussy into your face. You growl at me and I lock my legs around your head. Your fingers flicking over my g-spot, tongue over my clit,
You're going to make me come.
"Good," you mumble, intent on my cunt.

I can feel it building, this is always the point where I have to decide, am I all in? Not everyone appreciates my "extra stuff." But he's working the right side of my clit and it's really hard not to squirt when you work that side. It's like he knew which side did it...

fuck, Fuck, FUCK! I let go...

My body writhes with pleasure and my girl gloss covers his chest. I smile shyly when I come down from my ride. He laughs. I wasn't expecting that. It's so damn sexy!
"I love it when a woman let's go like that."
I am glad, not everyone appreciates it."
"To know you enjoyed yourself that much, it's an honor. But don't think we're done yet."

He strips off my panties and picks me up again and takes me to the bedroom this time. It's cool and dark, perfect for fucking. I notice the floor to ceiling mirrors and smile.
I like your mirrors.
"Yeah? I enjoy a good show."
Me too.

You set me down on the floor in front of you, I strip off your shirt and slowly kiss my way down your stomach. I can tell you work out, but it's not over the top. I appreciate someone who makes an effort to keep themselves looking good.
Shoes on or off?
"On."
I smile. I like a man who likes a little pain.

You spin me around and begin exploring my body again, while putting your nose in my hair. I hear you breathing in. I am glad I put on my favorite perfume today. I reach behind me between our bodies and begin to stroke your cock to life again. You move down my back with your kisses.

Oh!

You found my spot. That one spot on my back, that will instantly make me wet, if I am not already. It arches my back and brings a gasp from me. You pull my ass to your hips and I slowly move as you breathe on my back, over and over. God, my weak spot, I'll do ANYTHING if you know about my weak spot. Your hand snakes up to my throat, squeezing ever so slightly. My nipples harden with the pleasure.
Do it harder.
You squeeze more, still breathing on my back other hand holding me to your hips. I can feel you growing, getting ready. You lean me forward and I brace my hands on the edge of the bed. The mirrors playing back our every move. You hover over me, your chest barely touching my back, I arch at the shiver it sends through me. Your hand still around my throat, you position yourself at my door and then wrap your other hand in my hair. You thrust into me in one long motion feeling how tight I have become again. Throbbing, your cock fills me up as you thrust in as far as you can go. I feel your balls slap my ass and it makes me tighten up even more.

You pull me up by the throat, and begin your rhythmic thrusting. Hand still wrapped around my throat, squeeze, let go, squeeze, let go, in time with your thrusts. I can feel your chest against my back and it makes me so hot, I can barely contain myself. I start to buck against you, and this only serves to increase your thrusts. You've got one one hand on my throat, the other slides down to my breast and squeezes and twists my nipple.
So fucking close, I choke out.
You begin to fuck me now. Nothing nice about it, just raw fucking. Holding me up by my throat, other hand on my hip to better pull me onto your cock. Faster, faster, you pound your cock into my wet pussy.
Stars explode and I scream out, Fuuuuuccckkkkkk!!!!
You pound me, I can feel it building and then you come inside me. I grind and buck my ass against you, milking out every drop as we come down from our trips.
Breathing heavy we collapse onto the bed, you roll to the side and we stare at each other while our breath evens out. I smile and move over to kiss you.

What's your name?

Irony

New band Breaking Benjamin I also recently discovered and bought American Weapon  Click on listen. I liked them all, but Sweet Marlene the best I think.

Home because K is sick. He's sleeping, I am watching Slumdog Millionaire. It's good, but very sad.

So I mentioned that I had filed my divorce papers. It was a nice moment, but a little bit ironic. After 40 minutes or so, I got my turn at the counter and the clerk started flipping through all my papers.
"Raise your right hand."
Uh, ok (I raise my right hand)
"Do you swear that the information in these forms is true to the best of your knowledge?"
I do?
Full circle I guess. Starts with "I do" ends with "I do."

I miss you. I wish we could be together. I wish I knew how you were doing. The silence kills me. I wish we could touch, hug, hold, caress, entice, stroke, whisper, tantilize, whip into a frenzy then enjoy.

I miss you.

Shopping

If you wanna come over, we could listen to the Darkside. This video is sexy. I love the slow dancing, the hand on the neck. Yum. I wanna do this with you.

I just figured out how to make my links open in a new window. Who knew I could edit html? Go me. This is much better because now you can listen to the song while you read. I have adjusted all the previous posts to make the links work this way.

I did some more shopping today. I got a lot of stuff. Here's a sampling.

I like this VS green suit because it goes smaller for sun bathing.

As you can see.



The scars are barely noticeable anymore.
I am in a jilling off mood tonight. Maybe I'll find something good to amuse myself.
Too bad there weren't any suggestions...
Maybe I'll just use this: One Eskimo, Kandi
He called me ba-by, Yum. Good making love music.
All night long.

This song is actually more likely to do it:
Man I love this song, it just makes me move my hips and everything else...
2:44 favorite part. I had never seen this video before. It's good that he shaved his head.
Bald is sexy.

Not cheating if...

Alexa's tweet from a few days ago

I say, applications are being taken within.

The third side to my coin.

Yes, I do have a special three sided coin. When I call the shots, the coin can have as many sides as I want it to.

The 2 sides to my coin: