A Secret Lover?! What exactly is a secret lover? It can be so simple. It can be so easy. It needs to be a perfect combination of friendship, respect, trust, dreams and lust. Simple as that. OH AND FUN, FUN, FUN and FUN! Why do men seem to make is soooo much more difficult? Why do they always assume they know what you are thinking and they take action to combat it.
Mr. Government--as predicted, he is MIA. Oh please, so planned. So played already. I knew it was going to be like that. He needs to make sure he has put distance between us. That I am not going to get too attached. Oh, if he only knew. The problem? I love to make him feel special. As he puts it, it scares him that I can make him feel so good. Well, that's fine. My only question, why is it so bad to feel good?
Mr. Heart- I feel you slipping away...was his response today. So, now he is on good behavior. Calling twice today, telling me how much he wants me. How he is coming out here Sunday and how great it is going to be. How much he cares about me. Now here is a guy on the other end of the spectrum. He is great at laying on the crap. He is lavishing me in emotions and things he thinks I want to hear. "I should have married you". So not necessary to say because reality is still there and isn't changing. He already made plans for lunch and plans for the hotel. I said "I thought you were going to join me for my usual Sunday shopping day. We can play married like you want". Total silence....I couldn't resist. Of course, I told him I was kidding. I need to think what I want to do with this. Help! Sunday is right around the corner. It could be a lot of fun.
So what am I looking for? I'm not looking for a husband (thank you I have one of those already). I'm not looking for a fuck every 6 months. So what would satisfy me.....here it is in black and white.
The Build Up- The phone rings "I can't wait to see you, I can't wait to feel you in my arms." Hmmm....I can't wait to feel him inside of me. The anticipation of us meeting is driving me crazy throughout the day. Only two more hours, he texts.
The Meeting-We meet at our regular place. Our eyes meet and I know there is no stopping the chemistry between us. WE close the door...the world is left behind. We take the time slowly exploring each others bodies. The desire is something we cannot with stand...we are lusting for each other. No pretending...we want to enjoy the time we have together.
The next two hours is filled with us pleasing each other. Experimenting with things we've never done before and things we just really like to do. A special trust exists between each other. What have you always wanted to do? Role playing? Anal Sex? Light Bondage? What have you ever wondered about? Well there is no judging here. We are there to please each other. We are there to share a closeness and give each other a completeness that we cannot get outside that door.
Lying in each others arms, we share about us. What we like, our wants, desires, dreams...things that we cannot share with our spouses. The forgotten person who is buried underneath. REluctantly we open the door....we kiss and we go back to our real world.
During the next two weeks, we chat some, email some and eventually plan our next meeting...to escape from reality. Our much needed fulfillment and escape. the blissful cycle continues. We are Secret Lovers, we are secret friends.
Is that so unrealistic to want? Am I asking for too much? That's it!! That's it.....so why are there so many games?? I'm tired of games. I'm tired of people thinking they know what I want. So there it is.....the official Cheri playbook.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
Inner Thoughts and Animal Attraction..Yummy!
Yesterday was a strange day. You know those days when you wake up in a cranky mood and you can't figure out exactly why? That was me.."Cranky Pants". Actually, I have placed a lot of pressure on myself for various reasons (work, party, confusion in life)...so no wonder I was cranky.
Every once in a while, I get a surprise good morning from Curious George on his webcam. I do love that. What better way to start the morning than with a nice hard cock as eye candy. But it's a tease!! So close yet so far away...I do enjoy watching a man masturbate. I love watching how they hold their hand around their cock like it was so delicate...so precious..so fragile with exact movements that cover every inch. 10 minutes later....they are yanking so hard on their cock that I think its going to rip off! So fast, so hard....my motherly instincts kick in and I want to save that poor thing from the beating of its life. So maybe that is why I am so compulsive and have the urge to jump in...must be motherly instincts. Nah who am I kidding! I just get damn horny when I see a hard cock and I just want it (more like animal instincts!!)
Strangest thing happened to me yesterday. I was walking towards a woman on the street and she came up to me. She was in her 80's..fragile and very wrinkled. "Oh my! What I would do to look like you again my dear. So young, so vibrant, so pretty. " I used to have hair like yours that looked so nice. " She took me by surprise..."thank you, that is so sweet", I said.I always take strange encounters like that as a sign. Sounds silly but I take it as a sign from angels, God, from someone above. The message...what was the message? Did I ever tell you one of my biggest fears? I don't look my age. Most people are shocked..usually they guess 35, 36 on a bad day. Actually, when I have no makeup on they guess lower (which is pretty scary-they must be blind). So, my biggest fear is that I will wake up one morning and I will look my age (or worse). That the lines would have set in my face, that I will start to get that non vibrant, shriveled, worn look.
But the real issue is that I didn't get the opportunity to enjoy my mid life. That while I still looked good, I was morally wrestling with my infidelity. That I stayed in a marriage way too long and when I finally have the balls to leave....I will be needing a walker. Or I never leave, and I sit )like in the Notebook and re-read Secret Lovers Lane...thrilled I did what I did...but wishing I did it without the moral dilemna that fights within. However, in the Notebook--he had found his true love and was reading the novel of their life to her(how romantic). I would be reading it next to a
crotchedy old man.Oh, one more thing. I was on the phone with a friend (you know how you make friends through your kids). Poor thing was close to a divorce 5 years ago. Then her husband got suddenly sick and left him with permanent brain damage. Not totally disabled but enough that his whole personality has changed and now she is living with a stranger. She wishes she had left before. Anyway, we both know our marriages are shit. We laugh (she's dry humor as well). And she started talking about her builder (oh yes....that's how I started remember?!?) Now, she told me how she has to get out once a week. She goes out to this local place for some drinks with three other friends of mine. "Girls Night Out". Well that is the local area swingers place and married pick up place. It's in the rich section of town and all the married people go there for Boys Night Out, Ladies Night Out etc. etc. Let's just say, I wish I owned a hotel next door with hourly rates.
I like to look and flirt. Yeah, yeah. We both just laughed. They are going tonight. Not sure I will go though. To me, that's a red flag AND its too many local people. It's like a live Ashley Madison except you are not hidden by the computer screen. You are there (more than once) everyone in town will know what you are up too. So, I may pass this time around, although the offer is tempting.
And then there is Tadpole. We still haven't met this week. Not for lack of desire though. I asked 3 times--I'm done. I told him he has to ask and I will try and pencil him in. Totally teasing of course.
Mr.Heart--called yesterday...I miss you, I want you. I need to see you. I want to take you to a hotel room and just spend time just the two of us. I do not know how I feel about that. I really like him, we have so much in common, I feel comfortable with him..BUT it feels like a Mr. Government again as far as how an emotional fulfillment. He doesn't have the time for me...and truth--the sexual chemistry is not as high with him. Mr. Government its like you can feel the energy when we are together. You can feel the sexual desires, the animal desires...I don't feel it with Mr. Heart. I like him a lot but its not intense. It would be hot if we were together but in a totally different way.
Okay, I had nothing to write today!! lol Damn, I have to learn to shut my mouth..I can just go on and on and on...have a great day! It is HNT Today...gotta look at other blogs! Oh, I am going to post something later.... nothing big, just my lips (the ones on my face--lol). So then you've got cleavage and now lips. Hey...that's big for me.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Anticipation Of Our Rendezvous
Today was a tiring day. I can hardly move. But here is a quick update. Mr. Heart called and emailed and was so attentive today. Funny how you learn someones pattern so easily. Without him even saying it....I knew he wanted to meet again. So predictable...making sure he lavishes me in attention to convince me to meet him. Well, it didn't work this time. Actually kind of annoyed me. Don't disappear for a few days and think that you are going to now sweet talk me into your bed. It would be fine, if he didn't think I didn't notice. Please, I am not stupid. He wants to meet tomorrow....nah, I decided that I am not re-arranging my schedule for him. You want me, you have to bend a little too.
Mr. Feet also called. I swear, there was a 1/2 hour window today where I must have been sending out the Cheri Bat Signal (or Frog Signal)...because my phone was ringing off the hook. He is very sweet. Actually got me some medical information I had asked about. Now that was thoughtful. I love when someone is thoughtful. Doing something for you without you having to ask. Not sure where we are going. He's well aware of Mr. Government and well I kind of put up a little boundary there hinting that I wasn't sure what was up with that (I'm not...but I didn't want him to think he was totally gone yet). He wanted to meet this week...I recommended next week. Not sure I want to start something new right now. Life is a little confusing.
Then there is tadpole---who managed to sneak up on me! I was hoping we would be able to meet for coffee BUT due to a glitch (which couldn't be avoided) it didn't amount to the coffee. But we were on the phone for over an hour as I did my work. In fact, the sweet thing, I was lost and he was trying to direct me to the right location. The conversation was hysterical....left...okay left..right..no I meant that was right...its at the star....(he was looking at mapquest). A typical Abbott and Costello routine as I am making the wrong turns and taking ban hour to get to a place that was 10 minutes away. But it was kind of cute...I felt like a damsel in distress and he was saving me! Thankfully it wasn't quick sand!
Now if you listened to our conversation--he cant do much talking in his office. So, can you believe that I did most of the talking?? ME?!??! Okay, I am not the quiet one. I admit it. If you get a word in every 15 minutes, that's amazing. So since he can't talk (and we couldn't meet) I asked him to email me what our meeting would have been. Well I can't post his email...first, I didn't ask and I don't post if someone reads this if I don't ask first (but it was damn juicy). It's one thing that I throw myself out there and open up...I always respect someones privacy...BUT...I decided to post my response (giving you an idea of what his email must have been about). Actually, I think he's asleep and will not get it until the morning so.....you are probably seeing it first. I hope he doesn't mind....(sorry tadpole..if you do).
So here goes: My response!
I came home tonight.....just barely being able to walk to the front door. I walked in, threw some dinner on the table and opened my laptop excited for the email that was hopefully awaitng me....
there is was...I couldn't answer it as I would have liked,,,,but just reading it got me all excited. My nipples were already reacting.....
I decided to wait to answer it until I am upstairs.....alone in my bed. I re-read the email and imagined your hands exploring my body....how wet can would you make me? how excited would I get? ARe you a passionate person? What approach would you take? Slow and gentle? Or decisive and intense? The anticipation of either was getting me wetter.
I can't help but start to let my hands wander as I read the words. So imaginative YET so descriptive that I can almost feel your hands wandering my face....I can almost feel lips biting my nipples. I can almost feel your hands in between my legs. BUT, not totally...so I decide to begin the email again...and use my hand as a prop. Imagining that it is your hand.
I start rubbing my check and slowly moving my hands down to my nipples. The anticipation has already made my nipples hard. I do not bite..but I squeeze them imagining it is your lips and teeth on them. I let out a slight moan. Then my hands wander down to my pussy. Slowly moving my lace underwear to the side and slipping my finger in...just touching my clit.. Steady circles..I can't resist...I have to insert a finger. The juices have certainly begun to flow...and I use it to lessen the friction as I rub my clit.
Now, I see myself lying there...with you watching as I masturbate...determined to bring myself to a climax. Determined to release the tightness and pressure in the walls. Determined to let the juices violently flow. I can see your eyes on me as I am masturbating...I can see your eyes widen as I insert two fingers...I can see your cock growing and watch you as you stroke it intensely. Will we be able to sync this maturbation session so we cum at the same time?
My eyes on you....my lips longing for you...yet I know that the rule was that we were not to touch each other until we have completed masturbating. Can I make you cum from just watching me? Only time will tell.
Well my body cannot wait any longer....I am just about to reach the point of no return. I can feel my body begin to surge....I can feel the lightness in my head...I can feel that tingling throughout my body..l can hear myself moan...
Now the big question...will you help me finish off what you caused?? Or am I left alone to complete the job??
XOXOXO
So, do you think he is going to like it??
Mr. Feet also called. I swear, there was a 1/2 hour window today where I must have been sending out the Cheri Bat Signal (or Frog Signal)...because my phone was ringing off the hook. He is very sweet. Actually got me some medical information I had asked about. Now that was thoughtful. I love when someone is thoughtful. Doing something for you without you having to ask. Not sure where we are going. He's well aware of Mr. Government and well I kind of put up a little boundary there hinting that I wasn't sure what was up with that (I'm not...but I didn't want him to think he was totally gone yet). He wanted to meet this week...I recommended next week. Not sure I want to start something new right now. Life is a little confusing.
Then there is tadpole---who managed to sneak up on me! I was hoping we would be able to meet for coffee BUT due to a glitch (which couldn't be avoided) it didn't amount to the coffee. But we were on the phone for over an hour as I did my work. In fact, the sweet thing, I was lost and he was trying to direct me to the right location. The conversation was hysterical....left...okay left..right..no I meant that was right...its at the star....(he was looking at mapquest). A typical Abbott and Costello routine as I am making the wrong turns and taking ban hour to get to a place that was 10 minutes away. But it was kind of cute...I felt like a damsel in distress and he was saving me! Thankfully it wasn't quick sand!
Now if you listened to our conversation--he cant do much talking in his office. So, can you believe that I did most of the talking?? ME?!??! Okay, I am not the quiet one. I admit it. If you get a word in every 15 minutes, that's amazing. So since he can't talk (and we couldn't meet) I asked him to email me what our meeting would have been. Well I can't post his email...first, I didn't ask and I don't post if someone reads this if I don't ask first (but it was damn juicy). It's one thing that I throw myself out there and open up...I always respect someones privacy...BUT...I decided to post my response (giving you an idea of what his email must have been about). Actually, I think he's asleep and will not get it until the morning so.....you are probably seeing it first. I hope he doesn't mind....(sorry tadpole..if you do).
So here goes: My response!
I came home tonight.....just barely being able to walk to the front door. I walked in, threw some dinner on the table and opened my laptop excited for the email that was hopefully awaitng me....
there is was...I couldn't answer it as I would have liked,,,,but just reading it got me all excited. My nipples were already reacting.....
I decided to wait to answer it until I am upstairs.....alone in my bed. I re-read the email and imagined your hands exploring my body....how wet can would you make me? how excited would I get? ARe you a passionate person? What approach would you take? Slow and gentle? Or decisive and intense? The anticipation of either was getting me wetter.
I can't help but start to let my hands wander as I read the words. So imaginative YET so descriptive that I can almost feel your hands wandering my face....I can almost feel lips biting my nipples. I can almost feel your hands in between my legs. BUT, not totally...so I decide to begin the email again...and use my hand as a prop. Imagining that it is your hand.
I start rubbing my check and slowly moving my hands down to my nipples. The anticipation has already made my nipples hard. I do not bite..but I squeeze them imagining it is your lips and teeth on them. I let out a slight moan. Then my hands wander down to my pussy. Slowly moving my lace underwear to the side and slipping my finger in...just touching my clit.. Steady circles..I can't resist...I have to insert a finger. The juices have certainly begun to flow...and I use it to lessen the friction as I rub my clit.
Now, I see myself lying there...with you watching as I masturbate...determined to bring myself to a climax. Determined to release the tightness and pressure in the walls. Determined to let the juices violently flow. I can see your eyes on me as I am masturbating...I can see your eyes widen as I insert two fingers...I can see your cock growing and watch you as you stroke it intensely. Will we be able to sync this maturbation session so we cum at the same time?
My eyes on you....my lips longing for you...yet I know that the rule was that we were not to touch each other until we have completed masturbating. Can I make you cum from just watching me? Only time will tell.
Well my body cannot wait any longer....I am just about to reach the point of no return. I can feel my body begin to surge....I can feel the lightness in my head...I can feel that tingling throughout my body..l can hear myself moan...
Now the big question...will you help me finish off what you caused?? Or am I left alone to complete the job??
XOXOXO
So, do you think he is going to like it??
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Welcome To Wonderland....Dear Cheri! So
Something about this cartoon...I find is so arousing. So sexual, so alluring...so submissive and naive in a way. Who is the mad hatter?!?!? Who is the man who is going to take me to Wonderland again and again and again!! (Thanks Hale...I adore this one)
Nothing amazing to report today. I took on the wireless company and WON! Yes, you know how when I have a mission--I am focused. Phone broke, I needed a new one-- 5 hours later...I had one. End of story..but it feels good to win!!
Well, today, I don't know where I stand with any of the frogs. It seems to be all up in the air...I'm just going to sit back and let the world fall into place I think. Wore my new skirt today---I felt very wet all day. It was kind of nice to have that little secret of how I had on some skimpy underwear and what my intent was. However, my intent was to possibly meet tadpole but it didn't work out that way. Such is life...his loss!! LOL
I did manage to get on my computer a little late this morning to catch the end of Curious George's webcam session. It actually was very hot. However, I don't enjoy it as much IF I am not the thoughts or the directional behind the moves. He had 5 or 6 other people watching. Well some lucky soul made him cum. However, the visual was so intense. I've never seen anything like it on a webcam. As he came, the cum was slowly dripping down his cock. It was like in slow motion..squirting and then dripping down. A great close up. What a production crew he has!! It looked like a volcano erupting. Absolutely yummy! Now he owes me a re-play BUT with me as the starring lady (hint, hint!)
And Cheri made a new blog friend this weekend. His name is Joe. Joe has his own blog that is quite interesting. He shares his wife with friends AND he has found a bi-sexual side. They post pix as well. We became friends from me commenting about his comment regarding sex blogs
that have no pix of the acts. As you know, I don't post pix of myself because of my secret situation AND while I am pretty (and others find me attractive)..I have an insecurity. I don't have that body I had when I was 20. It was really hot..now I have curves.
Anyway, I figured my blog wouldn't interest Joe BUT you know me...I have to stick my two cents in and explain why some blogs may not have personal pix. Anyway, Joe decided to read my blog (without any personal pix) from the post to present...he is really liking it. I got a real hoot this weekend out of answering questions to things I so forgot about happened. Anyway, to prove that he downloaded the blog to his pda for thorough reading...he sent me this pix. I was dying laughing. Thanks Joes and
Welcome to Secret Lovers Lane, Dear Joe!!! XOXOXO
Nothing amazing to report today. I took on the wireless company and WON! Yes, you know how when I have a mission--I am focused. Phone broke, I needed a new one-- 5 hours later...I had one. End of story..but it feels good to win!!
Well, today, I don't know where I stand with any of the frogs. It seems to be all up in the air...I'm just going to sit back and let the world fall into place I think. Wore my new skirt today---I felt very wet all day. It was kind of nice to have that little secret of how I had on some skimpy underwear and what my intent was. However, my intent was to possibly meet tadpole but it didn't work out that way. Such is life...his loss!! LOL
I did manage to get on my computer a little late this morning to catch the end of Curious George's webcam session. It actually was very hot. However, I don't enjoy it as much IF I am not the thoughts or the directional behind the moves. He had 5 or 6 other people watching. Well some lucky soul made him cum. However, the visual was so intense. I've never seen anything like it on a webcam. As he came, the cum was slowly dripping down his cock. It was like in slow motion..squirting and then dripping down. A great close up. What a production crew he has!! It looked like a volcano erupting. Absolutely yummy! Now he owes me a re-play BUT with me as the starring lady (hint, hint!)
And Cheri made a new blog friend this weekend. His name is Joe. Joe has his own blog that is quite interesting. He shares his wife with friends AND he has found a bi-sexual side. They post pix as well. We became friends from me commenting about his comment regarding sex blogs
that have no pix of the acts. As you know, I don't post pix of myself because of my secret situation AND while I am pretty (and others find me attractive)..I have an insecurity. I don't have that body I had when I was 20. It was really hot..now I have curves. Anyway, I figured my blog wouldn't interest Joe BUT you know me...I have to stick my two cents in and explain why some blogs may not have personal pix. Anyway, Joe decided to read my blog (without any personal pix) from the post to present...he is really liking it. I got a real hoot this weekend out of answering questions to things I so forgot about happened. Anyway, to prove that he downloaded the blog to his pda for thorough reading...he sent me this pix. I was dying laughing. Thanks Joes and
Welcome to Secret Lovers Lane, Dear Joe!!! XOXOXO
BJ Rainbows, Easy Skirt Access, Husbands a Dick
I hate my husband! That's all I am going to say on the subject. He thinks I am the maid, the babysitter, the breadwinner AND he then has the audacity to criticize me. Fucking Asshole! Okay, that's all I am going to say. One more thing, I did tell him tonight--let's just live parallel lives here--we will both be happier. He didn't answer--he has a warped sense of reality. Okay that's really it...I don't want to waste my energy or breath on him.
So, what I was going to post on........my baby is growing up! Oh yes, my son is starting to get into girls. I have this big bash planned for him and well there are girls on the list. Did you ever hear of a Rainbow?? Well, for a boy's 13th birthday (Bar Mitzvah)....it is rumored that on the bus that takes the kids to the party (or at the party) the girl's give the Party Boy a Rainbow. a rainbow is where every girl puts on a different colored lipstick...and they leave a ring on his penis of different colors......hence--the rainbow. Oh, I can't even think of that. He's my son!!! this is the perfect opportunity where I pretend to be an ignorant mother. I'm not ready for this! I never gave a rainbow!!
Today, I just went shopping for work clothes. I decided to add some more skirts that went wit
h my blazers to the mix. why you may ask? I envision my meetings with Mr. Government. My pants suit was a real pain...getting those buttons open.. Now a skirt could be very easy access. I can see myself pulling up to his car...me getting into the front seat with him. Now how convenient is it if I had a skirt (and no underwear). Totally easy access...I can just climb on his lap in the car....and we're off. Or, if we meet somewhere for a quick coffee...I would be able to announce that I wasn't wearing anything underneath. Totally making him blush...and certainly give him a nice big hard on. He wouldn't be able to resist!!
So yes, I was quite the skirt shopper today..... found three skirts (of course each one with lace on it--I always like to wear a little lace to add to the feminity...). I wear my power suits (and a lace camisole underneath--always a touch of sexuality). I love that feeling. I may look all professional BUT you
will always see a sign of woman on me......
So now the yummy thoughts of us doing it in the front seat are rushing through my head. I know he loved our meeting....but he still visits damn Ashley Madison. I know, a double standard with how I am with other frogs...but damn I take it personal. I have to get over that. He has every right to flirt and even be with whoever he wants. Did I tell you about the message I left him the other day? I'm too tired to look to see... I was wondering---- which he enjoyed more....when my mouth was wrapped around his cock and he was pushing my head down deeper... OR when he was ravishing me and fucking me hard from behind?? hmm....they both were intense moans!! lol
Okay, have a great week...I certainly hope to!! I never know what the week will hold! I certainly hope its hot and yummy!!
Sweet Wet Dreams!!
XOXO
PS. Hale..you are my hero!!! I owe you tons of kisses!! I am able to load images through Firefox... I am back with my images...how hard it was without them. I swear, I think I am wet I'm so excited!! XOXOXXOXOOOXOXXXOXXO
So, what I was going to post on........my baby is growing up! Oh yes, my son is starting to get into girls. I have this big bash planned for him and well there are girls on the list. Did you ever hear of a Rainbow?? Well, for a boy's 13th birthday (Bar Mitzvah)....it is rumored that on the bus that takes the kids to the party (or at the party) the girl's give the Party Boy a Rainbow. a rainbow is where every girl puts on a different colored lipstick...and they leave a ring on his penis of different colors......hence--the rainbow. Oh, I can't even think of that. He's my son!!! this is the perfect opportunity where I pretend to be an ignorant mother. I'm not ready for this! I never gave a rainbow!!Today, I just went shopping for work clothes. I decided to add some more skirts that went wit
h my blazers to the mix. why you may ask? I envision my meetings with Mr. Government. My pants suit was a real pain...getting those buttons open.. Now a skirt could be very easy access. I can see myself pulling up to his car...me getting into the front seat with him. Now how convenient is it if I had a skirt (and no underwear). Totally easy access...I can just climb on his lap in the car....and we're off. Or, if we meet somewhere for a quick coffee...I would be able to announce that I wasn't wearing anything underneath. Totally making him blush...and certainly give him a nice big hard on. He wouldn't be able to resist!!So yes, I was quite the skirt shopper today..... found three skirts (of course each one with lace on it--I always like to wear a little lace to add to the feminity...). I wear my power suits (and a lace camisole underneath--always a touch of sexuality). I love that feeling. I may look all professional BUT you
will always see a sign of woman on me......So now the yummy thoughts of us doing it in the front seat are rushing through my head. I know he loved our meeting....but he still visits damn Ashley Madison. I know, a double standard with how I am with other frogs...but damn I take it personal. I have to get over that. He has every right to flirt and even be with whoever he wants. Did I tell you about the message I left him the other day? I'm too tired to look to see... I was wondering---- which he enjoyed more....when my mouth was wrapped around his cock and he was pushing my head down deeper... OR when he was ravishing me and fucking me hard from behind?? hmm....they both were intense moans!! lol
Okay, have a great week...I certainly hope to!! I never know what the week will hold! I certainly hope its hot and yummy!!
Sweet Wet Dreams!!
XOXO
PS. Hale..you are my hero!!! I owe you tons of kisses!! I am able to load images through Firefox... I am back with my images...how hard it was without them. I swear, I think I am wet I'm so excited!! XOXOXXOXOOOXOXXXOXXO
Saturday, June 24, 2006
the Ice Cream Man sees me as a MILF!
Yesterday, I was running around like a crazy lady (so what else is new). I am working on a promotional event at work and well I needed cakes for the event. With a cell phone in one hand, yacking to the printer about some proofs, my mind on the meeting I had in less than 20 minutes, I decided to run into the bakery to finalize the order. I did catch this cute young guy out of the corner of my eye BUT I didn't have time for eye candy.
Now you know me, when I get into something, I can have a one track mind...a drive...a passion. So my head was totally on cakes!! The owner and I are talking when that guy came into the store. "Do you have milkshakes here?" The owner and I looked at each other with a little surprise. It was obvious that they had milkshakes..... "Yes we do". "Great, he answered." He was looking at me and I felt like I was suppose to say something "They are actually very good. You should try the Cheesecakes." "I just moved here, was looking for someplace to get a good milkshake, the cheesecakes look great". And he just stood there. I smiled, the owner smiled and I HAD TO GET BACK TO MY CAKES!!
So, he left. The owner and I looked at each other. Did you notice he didn't order a milkshake? Whatever. Back to cakes. Two minutes later he is walking outside the store to the store next door. Then walked back. Okay, this was weird. Very weird. Interesting? What is he doing?
Two minutes later, he walks back into the store. Is he pricing milkshakes in the area? He actually walked up to me and gave me his business card. "Hi My name is Kevin. Listen, I was hoping you were going to come out. I would really like to take you out sometime." ME?!?
"That is so sweet. But I am probably 15 years older than you." I said while blushing. This really came out of left field. Now, this guy was hot. He was definitely boy toy material. And i began to fantasize the two of us in bed. A very pretty picture it was.
"That doesn't matter. And I am 29. We are only 4 years apart right? It doesn't matter how old you are. " Bless his little heart. With a comment like that, I was tempted to reward him with a blow job!! So young, so naive....probably great in bed. And then I remembered something. In this real world..I am a married woman. It hadn't crossed my mind. All this extramarital stuff, I forgot my outside appearance is a happily married woman.
"I'm married". came out of my mouth and laughily I was thinking....and that means what Cheri? Hasn't stopped you before. So he gave me his card and said..."well you know where I am. Damn all the pretty and sweet girls are always married". And he left.
The owner said, that was the strangest thing that ever has happened in this store. He never wanted a milkshake..he wanted you! So, I finished my cakes and had a smile the rest of the day. That cute, innocent child. Mentally young as well. He would be an excellent fuck...I could tell...he would be like a kid in a candy store. I would be like a MILF to him!! He's closer to my son's age than me!! As I was just cleaning out my bag, I saw on the back he wrote. " You seem terrific! Can I take you out? Just met you in the ice cream store. Please call!" He was going to leave it on my windshield I guess.
I guess I am a MILF. My son's friends are coming into puberty and I catch them looking at me at times. It's not the same look they used to give me. Now they talk to my breasts. But the truth, I am not looking for a boy toy. I like a man. A man who has his shit together. A man who will have the experience and know how to please me. A man who has been deprived of passion for a long time. What I did notice, is all the guys I am attracted to--have a common thread. they have drive, they have a direction, they are Type A personalities....lol. Actually, they are all stubborn as well. I guess I am looking to soften a dominant type. I get a kick out of pushing them out of their comfort zones. So straight laced in the real world, so serious.....I like to be their play toy...
Aah! Another Saturday night alone. Actually, I think I am going to head to the bath. MY escape!! Dream about all my frogs (and tadpole). Think about what to do about Mr. Heart and Mr. Feet. Funny, I forgot to call Mr. Feet back (after three calls---ouch--I'm losing interest there). Mr. Heart--made this elaborate plan to come out here next weekend--telling his wife he is coming to see an old friend for the day. Hmm....two weeks ago, that would have made me excited. I was happy but not ecstatic. Seems my mind has been on a few other lily pads....
Okay, off to my own water getaway.....those jets will have to do their magic....
Now you know me, when I get into something, I can have a one track mind...a drive...a passion. So my head was totally on cakes!! The owner and I are talking when that guy came into the store. "Do you have milkshakes here?" The owner and I looked at each other with a little surprise. It was obvious that they had milkshakes..... "Yes we do". "Great, he answered." He was looking at me and I felt like I was suppose to say something "They are actually very good. You should try the Cheesecakes." "I just moved here, was looking for someplace to get a good milkshake, the cheesecakes look great". And he just stood there. I smiled, the owner smiled and I HAD TO GET BACK TO MY CAKES!!
So, he left. The owner and I looked at each other. Did you notice he didn't order a milkshake? Whatever. Back to cakes. Two minutes later he is walking outside the store to the store next door. Then walked back. Okay, this was weird. Very weird. Interesting? What is he doing?
Two minutes later, he walks back into the store. Is he pricing milkshakes in the area? He actually walked up to me and gave me his business card. "Hi My name is Kevin. Listen, I was hoping you were going to come out. I would really like to take you out sometime." ME?!?
"That is so sweet. But I am probably 15 years older than you." I said while blushing. This really came out of left field. Now, this guy was hot. He was definitely boy toy material. And i began to fantasize the two of us in bed. A very pretty picture it was.
"That doesn't matter. And I am 29. We are only 4 years apart right? It doesn't matter how old you are. " Bless his little heart. With a comment like that, I was tempted to reward him with a blow job!! So young, so naive....probably great in bed. And then I remembered something. In this real world..I am a married woman. It hadn't crossed my mind. All this extramarital stuff, I forgot my outside appearance is a happily married woman.
"I'm married". came out of my mouth and laughily I was thinking....and that means what Cheri? Hasn't stopped you before. So he gave me his card and said..."well you know where I am. Damn all the pretty and sweet girls are always married". And he left.
The owner said, that was the strangest thing that ever has happened in this store. He never wanted a milkshake..he wanted you! So, I finished my cakes and had a smile the rest of the day. That cute, innocent child. Mentally young as well. He would be an excellent fuck...I could tell...he would be like a kid in a candy store. I would be like a MILF to him!! He's closer to my son's age than me!! As I was just cleaning out my bag, I saw on the back he wrote. " You seem terrific! Can I take you out? Just met you in the ice cream store. Please call!" He was going to leave it on my windshield I guess.
I guess I am a MILF. My son's friends are coming into puberty and I catch them looking at me at times. It's not the same look they used to give me. Now they talk to my breasts. But the truth, I am not looking for a boy toy. I like a man. A man who has his shit together. A man who will have the experience and know how to please me. A man who has been deprived of passion for a long time. What I did notice, is all the guys I am attracted to--have a common thread. they have drive, they have a direction, they are Type A personalities....lol. Actually, they are all stubborn as well. I guess I am looking to soften a dominant type. I get a kick out of pushing them out of their comfort zones. So straight laced in the real world, so serious.....I like to be their play toy...
Aah! Another Saturday night alone. Actually, I think I am going to head to the bath. MY escape!! Dream about all my frogs (and tadpole). Think about what to do about Mr. Heart and Mr. Feet. Funny, I forgot to call Mr. Feet back (after three calls---ouch--I'm losing interest there). Mr. Heart--made this elaborate plan to come out here next weekend--telling his wife he is coming to see an old friend for the day. Hmm....two weeks ago, that would have made me excited. I was happy but not ecstatic. Seems my mind has been on a few other lily pads....
Okay, off to my own water getaway.....those jets will have to do their magic....
Friday, June 23, 2006
Mental Candy for the Weekend--Perfect for Mastubating
The tadpole is not Shy! Oh boy, was a wrong about him. Shy was the wrong word. He's calculating....(in a good way). Actually he reminds me of my builder, the guy who awoke my inner sexuality. What is reserve and calculating, may sometimes come off as shy. Today, we had some nice conversations....but his emails are killing me. You know how I hate that tight feeling of my walls inside of me. That feeling that you just need to have sex or need or need to maturbate...something.
Well he has sent me mental candy tonight. The visualizations are driving me crazy. So, here's the crazy thing. This guy knows what turns me on. This guy knows how to push my buttons--because he's been reading my blog for so long. The blog is out there for the world to see--the world to know how to drive Cheri totally to her knees--totally to the point of intense desire. Damn, not far. It's like getting the answers to a test ahead of time. I , however, do not have those answers. His blog is not as revealing....oh, I'm not complaining...except the horniness is so building here.
His first note was "Weekend Candy".... I had asked him his favorite position. It was pretty intense...he sent back a whole graphic visual of the scene. He loves to watch a woman cum. He loves to pleasure her until she can't take it anymore....I guess there are worse thing in life (hee.hee). but ironically, I am a pleaser. I am usually the one who likes to see a man's face in ecstacy. I love to hear a man moan because I am giving him so much pleasure with my mouth wrapped around his cock. Or with him so deep inside of me.
So the thought of someone pleasuring me, while extremely exciting...makes me a little uneasy as well. It's been a long time since I had a session of a guy eating me out. Many, many years. Oh, my husband would..without a doubt, but I haven't wanted him to in a long, long, long time (possible 1924???) Seriously, I feel like a virgin again in that area. A giver has a hard time receiving. I can handle mutual receiving...but a total concentration of a guy licking and sucking on my clit. His tongue just concentrating on doing circle inside of me and ....enough...can't talk more about this.
His second direction was for me to slip two fingers inside of me. And then move them like a wave. BUT DO NOT CUM! Hmmmm.......I followed the directions exactly as he sent them. I am home alone tonight, so it was easy to slip those two fingers into my shorts. That was truly an amazing wave and I am so damn wet. But we all know me!!! I could not resist to finish the masturbation session....I could not resist to wait for further directions....I had to complete the task until I had an orgasm. I could feel the muscles contracting. I was so damn wet and used my own juices to lubricate my clit. It didn't take much...I had an amazing orgasm....
So now I feel better....I;m not good at listening...too impulsive.,.why put off till tomorrow what you can do today!!! Oh boy, this is going to be a long summer. Remind me tomorrow to write about the ice cream man!!
Sweet Wet Dreams!!
Well he has sent me mental candy tonight. The visualizations are driving me crazy. So, here's the crazy thing. This guy knows what turns me on. This guy knows how to push my buttons--because he's been reading my blog for so long. The blog is out there for the world to see--the world to know how to drive Cheri totally to her knees--totally to the point of intense desire. Damn, not far. It's like getting the answers to a test ahead of time. I , however, do not have those answers. His blog is not as revealing....oh, I'm not complaining...except the horniness is so building here.
His first note was "Weekend Candy".... I had asked him his favorite position. It was pretty intense...he sent back a whole graphic visual of the scene. He loves to watch a woman cum. He loves to pleasure her until she can't take it anymore....I guess there are worse thing in life (hee.hee). but ironically, I am a pleaser. I am usually the one who likes to see a man's face in ecstacy. I love to hear a man moan because I am giving him so much pleasure with my mouth wrapped around his cock. Or with him so deep inside of me.
So the thought of someone pleasuring me, while extremely exciting...makes me a little uneasy as well. It's been a long time since I had a session of a guy eating me out. Many, many years. Oh, my husband would..without a doubt, but I haven't wanted him to in a long, long, long time (possible 1924???) Seriously, I feel like a virgin again in that area. A giver has a hard time receiving. I can handle mutual receiving...but a total concentration of a guy licking and sucking on my clit. His tongue just concentrating on doing circle inside of me and ....enough...can't talk more about this.
His second direction was for me to slip two fingers inside of me. And then move them like a wave. BUT DO NOT CUM! Hmmmm.......I followed the directions exactly as he sent them. I am home alone tonight, so it was easy to slip those two fingers into my shorts. That was truly an amazing wave and I am so damn wet. But we all know me!!! I could not resist to finish the masturbation session....I could not resist to wait for further directions....I had to complete the task until I had an orgasm. I could feel the muscles contracting. I was so damn wet and used my own juices to lubricate my clit. It didn't take much...I had an amazing orgasm....
So now I feel better....I;m not good at listening...too impulsive.,.why put off till tomorrow what you can do today!!! Oh boy, this is going to be a long summer. Remind me tomorrow to write about the ice cream man!!
Sweet Wet Dreams!!
Thursday, June 22, 2006
How can I be Horny AGAIN!?!?
I sooo fucked up today. It's rare that I am so self centered and not thinking about what is going on in someones life....but today I was truly an idiot (to put it nicely).
I was determined to speak to Chris. It's been killing me that I couldn't talk to him to tell him how sorry I was. Last night, he bleeped on IM (like a tease) for the first time in a long time. He was there and refused to talk to me. So today (obviously not thinking)...I called.
In the Jewish religion, we bury first and then sit shiva usually three nights (suppose to be more but the less religious sit less). Anyway, I figured everything had taken place for his mom last week. So when I called and he hung up on me ...I called back and left a message. He texted me how arrogant I was to call when he was with his family....
It hadn't hit me that this was the week of the funeral. So, now I am feeling horrible. Did you ever have someone that you try so hard to do the right thing and no matter what you do....you fuck it up . Today, I fucked it up big time. I said after I realized what I probably did "What the fuck were you thinking?!?"" Well he was right. For the first time I see his side, I was acting so selfish. Thinking about only my world. How bad I felt and how I wanted him to know I cared. It obviously back fired. Well I'm going to leave him alone. I feel so bad that we ended on this negative note. I can't take it back so I will have to just live with it.
The rest of my day certainly got better.......okay, can you believe today I started feeling that desire again. Its been less than a week and I am damn horny again. It must be in the air because there have been a lot of frogs around lately.....they are making me super horny.
I spoke with tadpole--he's so sweet (and shy). Been spending a lot of time reading his blog in hopes of learning more about him--however, the dirt is much less. He spent time today reading all my posts (oh man, what he must have read). I love a guy who can take a tease and give one back. I've been trying to get dirt on him but he can't be manipulated. I'm going to continue to work on it!!
Curious George---that guy knows how to push me.....get me going and make me do impulsive things. Dangerous man....and its fun!! Well, I was sitting in my dining room last night and he asked me what I was wearing. Well, you probably would want to hear me say--"a sexy lingerie, black with lace stockings--waiting for you"..well..the real answer.... shorts and a tee. No bra, no underwear but still not the answer to give a man a hard on. Take a pix and send it. Oh man, he knows I am shy like that. But he got me worked up and I took a pix of the flag. Oh wait....then I decided to snap another (hubby just two rooms away)....I took a breast out and flashed. I can't believe I did that. I quickly sent it....way too crazy for me...what was I thinking? you see he has this thing for my nipples...they are big and they get really, really erect when they are excited. So, he was shocked that I sent it. i love the shock value!!
And Mr. Government, surprisingly, he's been extremely attentive. Just a text to say hello, see how I was. "So, have you thought about our coffee meeting?" "Of course, I did over and over and over". So, I called and left a message....well, I am passing the industrial area and I am amazed how horny it made me. So, i was wondering....which moaning was the stronger one...the one when I was giving you a blow job or when you were doing me from behind. Different moans, wonder which you liked better!! I laughed and hung up. I can see him laughing and rolling his eyes.....he loves it...but control damn it, control!!! lol
Okay off to bed....to dream. And well, I would be lying of I said I was going right to sleep. I have a feeling I am going to have to pleasure myself to avoid tossing and turning. Something is wrong with that!!! DOn't you think?? So many frogs and I'm doing it myself? sigh.
I was determined to speak to Chris. It's been killing me that I couldn't talk to him to tell him how sorry I was. Last night, he bleeped on IM (like a tease) for the first time in a long time. He was there and refused to talk to me. So today (obviously not thinking)...I called.
In the Jewish religion, we bury first and then sit shiva usually three nights (suppose to be more but the less religious sit less). Anyway, I figured everything had taken place for his mom last week. So when I called and he hung up on me ...I called back and left a message. He texted me how arrogant I was to call when he was with his family....
It hadn't hit me that this was the week of the funeral. So, now I am feeling horrible. Did you ever have someone that you try so hard to do the right thing and no matter what you do....you fuck it up . Today, I fucked it up big time. I said after I realized what I probably did "What the fuck were you thinking?!?"" Well he was right. For the first time I see his side, I was acting so selfish. Thinking about only my world. How bad I felt and how I wanted him to know I cared. It obviously back fired. Well I'm going to leave him alone. I feel so bad that we ended on this negative note. I can't take it back so I will have to just live with it.
The rest of my day certainly got better.......okay, can you believe today I started feeling that desire again. Its been less than a week and I am damn horny again. It must be in the air because there have been a lot of frogs around lately.....they are making me super horny.
I spoke with tadpole--he's so sweet (and shy). Been spending a lot of time reading his blog in hopes of learning more about him--however, the dirt is much less. He spent time today reading all my posts (oh man, what he must have read). I love a guy who can take a tease and give one back. I've been trying to get dirt on him but he can't be manipulated. I'm going to continue to work on it!!
Curious George---that guy knows how to push me.....get me going and make me do impulsive things. Dangerous man....and its fun!! Well, I was sitting in my dining room last night and he asked me what I was wearing. Well, you probably would want to hear me say--"a sexy lingerie, black with lace stockings--waiting for you"..well..the real answer.... shorts and a tee. No bra, no underwear but still not the answer to give a man a hard on. Take a pix and send it. Oh man, he knows I am shy like that. But he got me worked up and I took a pix of the flag. Oh wait....then I decided to snap another (hubby just two rooms away)....I took a breast out and flashed. I can't believe I did that. I quickly sent it....way too crazy for me...what was I thinking? you see he has this thing for my nipples...they are big and they get really, really erect when they are excited. So, he was shocked that I sent it. i love the shock value!!
And Mr. Government, surprisingly, he's been extremely attentive. Just a text to say hello, see how I was. "So, have you thought about our coffee meeting?" "Of course, I did over and over and over". So, I called and left a message....well, I am passing the industrial area and I am amazed how horny it made me. So, i was wondering....which moaning was the stronger one...the one when I was giving you a blow job or when you were doing me from behind. Different moans, wonder which you liked better!! I laughed and hung up. I can see him laughing and rolling his eyes.....he loves it...but control damn it, control!!! lol
Okay off to bed....to dream. And well, I would be lying of I said I was going right to sleep. I have a feeling I am going to have to pleasure myself to avoid tossing and turning. Something is wrong with that!!! DOn't you think?? So many frogs and I'm doing it myself? sigh.
Meeting A Secret Lovers Reader & Fellow Blogger
I've been telling you how a fellow blogger (tadpole) and I have been visiting each others blogs for months. Actually, he has been reading Secret Lovers Lane for awhile but another quiet one . I wish you would all post. I know you are there...I would love to hear from you. It's amazing how you know so much about me, yet you never stop in and say hi!! So, even anonymously, just say hi to me and post!!! It's so interesting how people are all over the world--reading my saga of a life!
BAck to tadpole-- I would flirt with him, him with me but I never gave it much thought. We're all over the world, anonymous and well, I didn't give our location much thought. Until recently, I found out we are miles away from each other. Hmmm.....this was an interesting twist of fate.
Here's the thing though. As you know, everything I write is real (at least from my perspective) but I use Secret Lovers Lane as a diary. So, I guess its my inner sexual souls diary. In the real world, I don't go around telling people about my rendezvous', how much I like to masturbate, how I enjoy a nice looking cock.... the appearance of my life is pretty normal. I am your typical neighbor, your friend's wife...really (well at least what people see--the image). Damn, you can't let people know you have frogs!!!
So, to meet him would be a big deal for me. This would be the first person I ever met that knew my inner thoughts, my sexual desires, the side of me that I keep so well hidden. But...I did it!
Yup, we met at (where else) Starbucks. Now I am convinced that Starbucks makes half their profits on marital affairs. There should be a certain section marked off. Now, if I worked in Corporate Starbucks, I would do some research here....in fact, I would put in special seating. First, for people meeting on business. Those wood tables are a little too school like. The chairs are way too far apart....they need to re-think the layout. Every starbucks should have chairs close together or arm chairs that move. So, you can inconspiciously move closer, be comfortable and no one would know what was going on. There's one starbucks here that has it right--they have a fireplace......movable armchairs AND booths in the back. Booths are good...under the foot action, opportunity to pretend you are reading something together and really your giving him a handjob. The tables are too open....so that's my thoughts on Starbucks. Face it!! You are the first stopping ground for people who are meeting in secret!!
Anyway, we talked and talked and talked. About everything. It was like meeting an old friend, it was really nice. Every once in awhile, it would hit me on what he knew about me. Yikes! I would blush. Damn, this guy across from me knows my favorite position, he knows all about my frogs, he knows all my deep secrets.
So, tadpole is quite sweet, nice and a good conversationalist (okay, he has nice shoulders, great eyes and smile and I am jealous of his eye lashes!!) We laughed a lot about life and blogging and also shared about our "real world". The coffee came to an end because well reality kept calling us back (both our spouses called). So it was time to leave.
So, we are standing in the parking lot and well, how do we say good by? We kept talking and talking. Honestly, I didn't hear the last 5 minutes. I was looking into his eyes and staring at his lips. I wanted to kiss them...but I was so nervous. Do I? Don't I? Just on the cheek and miss touching those lips? Oh please, you know me. I have to go for what I want...implusive as I am.
SO, I gently reached over and kissed his lips. They were soft, they were nice. I'm glad I did. So glad that I kissed them again and I might have kissed them again....I had to break the ice. Could you imagine if he didn't want me to kiss him?? Aah, he didn't seem to mind at all. Not at all....lol. So we left and I'm sure well here we are...back in the blog world.
Oh! one funny story before we met. We obviously went to an out of the way Starbucks. I ran into CVS before our meeting AND I met my best friends husband. I mean, I was AWAY from my house. He happened to be stopping in on his way home from work and going somewhere else.. Not cool.. he was going where my husband might have been (and I was suppose to be working). I told him I was on the way home from work and needed peace so I was going next door for coffee and to finish my work...don't tell hubby you saw me.....I can't work at home. He believed it (and I can trust him). Point of story..plan ahead of time why you are where you are when you are planning a secret lover meeting. That's Cheri's words of wisdom for the day.
And tadpole.......thanks for the coffee and the great conversation (and the kisses!)
BAck to tadpole-- I would flirt with him, him with me but I never gave it much thought. We're all over the world, anonymous and well, I didn't give our location much thought. Until recently, I found out we are miles away from each other. Hmmm.....this was an interesting twist of fate.
Here's the thing though. As you know, everything I write is real (at least from my perspective) but I use Secret Lovers Lane as a diary. So, I guess its my inner sexual souls diary. In the real world, I don't go around telling people about my rendezvous', how much I like to masturbate, how I enjoy a nice looking cock.... the appearance of my life is pretty normal. I am your typical neighbor, your friend's wife...really (well at least what people see--the image). Damn, you can't let people know you have frogs!!!
So, to meet him would be a big deal for me. This would be the first person I ever met that knew my inner thoughts, my sexual desires, the side of me that I keep so well hidden. But...I did it!
Yup, we met at (where else) Starbucks. Now I am convinced that Starbucks makes half their profits on marital affairs. There should be a certain section marked off. Now, if I worked in Corporate Starbucks, I would do some research here....in fact, I would put in special seating. First, for people meeting on business. Those wood tables are a little too school like. The chairs are way too far apart....they need to re-think the layout. Every starbucks should have chairs close together or arm chairs that move. So, you can inconspiciously move closer, be comfortable and no one would know what was going on. There's one starbucks here that has it right--they have a fireplace......movable armchairs AND booths in the back. Booths are good...under the foot action, opportunity to pretend you are reading something together and really your giving him a handjob. The tables are too open....so that's my thoughts on Starbucks. Face it!! You are the first stopping ground for people who are meeting in secret!!
Anyway, we talked and talked and talked. About everything. It was like meeting an old friend, it was really nice. Every once in awhile, it would hit me on what he knew about me. Yikes! I would blush. Damn, this guy across from me knows my favorite position, he knows all about my frogs, he knows all my deep secrets.
So, tadpole is quite sweet, nice and a good conversationalist (okay, he has nice shoulders, great eyes and smile and I am jealous of his eye lashes!!) We laughed a lot about life and blogging and also shared about our "real world". The coffee came to an end because well reality kept calling us back (both our spouses called). So it was time to leave.
So, we are standing in the parking lot and well, how do we say good by? We kept talking and talking. Honestly, I didn't hear the last 5 minutes. I was looking into his eyes and staring at his lips. I wanted to kiss them...but I was so nervous. Do I? Don't I? Just on the cheek and miss touching those lips? Oh please, you know me. I have to go for what I want...implusive as I am.
SO, I gently reached over and kissed his lips. They were soft, they were nice. I'm glad I did. So glad that I kissed them again and I might have kissed them again....I had to break the ice. Could you imagine if he didn't want me to kiss him?? Aah, he didn't seem to mind at all. Not at all....lol. So we left and I'm sure well here we are...back in the blog world.
Oh! one funny story before we met. We obviously went to an out of the way Starbucks. I ran into CVS before our meeting AND I met my best friends husband. I mean, I was AWAY from my house. He happened to be stopping in on his way home from work and going somewhere else.. Not cool.. he was going where my husband might have been (and I was suppose to be working). I told him I was on the way home from work and needed peace so I was going next door for coffee and to finish my work...don't tell hubby you saw me.....I can't work at home. He believed it (and I can trust him). Point of story..plan ahead of time why you are where you are when you are planning a secret lover meeting. That's Cheri's words of wisdom for the day.
And tadpole.......thanks for the coffee and the great conversation (and the kisses!)
Wednesday, June 21, 2006
ME?! In A Foursome?!? A Porn Star?!?
Got a call from Mr. Six Pack yesterday. If you remember, he was the ugly duckling growing up who now is a hot man. He worked out beyond belief and well...he's strutting his stuff. I didn't feel a chemistry click if you remember. It was a turn off how he kept saying how ugly he was....and I also felt that he was looking for something different from me. Also, distance was out of control...over two hours, way too far.
Well I was right, he was looking for something different. He wants to relive all that he feels he missed when he was younger AND more. So since we met:
1) he has slept with a woman whose husband loves to come home and smell the sex on her from another man.
2) He has had a husband watch him fuck his wife (the guys wife).
3) He has found a submissive woman so he can be the dominator. Meeting her next week.
4) And he has a couple he's met three times, and had a threesome. Which he is sending me pix of. He is really into this threesome
So that's where the call came from. They want to add a fourth to the threesome. He was trying to convince me how much I would love it. How I could do whatever I wanted....partake with both at the same time...get involved with all three. Whatever I felt comfortable with. And they take pix.
Well you all know me by now. I am not into having my pix floating around the world. Two, while I want to experiment....I would have to feel a trust for at least one person in the group. I don't feel that at all with Mr. Six Pack. I am truly a one on one girl (who will consider experimenting in a threesome one day).
The thought of two men is pretty hot. But at least one of those men would have to be a man that I trusted, respected and cared about. The third--hot and clean! It's really arousing that two men would be pleasing me at the same time as I would be pleasing them. Another woman?? Don't know how I feel about that, but I am not totally grossed out by the thought. I guess its a slow progression that I would consider at the right time with the right people.....
Listening to his experiences was a turn on. But not with him. Because with him...its not the person as much as he is trying to rack up experimental sex with whoever, whenever. I think he's on a personal distruction path. He wants the high to get higher and higher and higher.
So Yahoo is down today (damn it) I know the pix are waiting there for me. But nothing he can say (or show me) will change my mind.
Oh! Met a porn star this week. He emailed me. Said he would help me set up a site and even star with me in it. Of course I had to check out his pix. He definitely has a nice cock! Another tempting offer. But I am camera shy. Can't see Cheri being the Queen of Porn. Not my style at all. But at least I have another career change option available.
Okay, I am off to work......if I don't get producing at work..then I will have to be a Porn Star. Can't you see it
"Cheri's Secret Lovers Lane Comes Alive!!! Starring Cheri and Her Frogs!!"
Auditions are being held later this month!!
Now the auditions could really be fun and yummy!
Well I was right, he was looking for something different. He wants to relive all that he feels he missed when he was younger AND more. So since we met:
1) he has slept with a woman whose husband loves to come home and smell the sex on her from another man.
2) He has had a husband watch him fuck his wife (the guys wife).
3) He has found a submissive woman so he can be the dominator. Meeting her next week.
4) And he has a couple he's met three times, and had a threesome. Which he is sending me pix of. He is really into this threesome
So that's where the call came from. They want to add a fourth to the threesome. He was trying to convince me how much I would love it. How I could do whatever I wanted....partake with both at the same time...get involved with all three. Whatever I felt comfortable with. And they take pix.
Well you all know me by now. I am not into having my pix floating around the world. Two, while I want to experiment....I would have to feel a trust for at least one person in the group. I don't feel that at all with Mr. Six Pack. I am truly a one on one girl (who will consider experimenting in a threesome one day).
The thought of two men is pretty hot. But at least one of those men would have to be a man that I trusted, respected and cared about. The third--hot and clean! It's really arousing that two men would be pleasing me at the same time as I would be pleasing them. Another woman?? Don't know how I feel about that, but I am not totally grossed out by the thought. I guess its a slow progression that I would consider at the right time with the right people.....
Listening to his experiences was a turn on. But not with him. Because with him...its not the person as much as he is trying to rack up experimental sex with whoever, whenever. I think he's on a personal distruction path. He wants the high to get higher and higher and higher.
So Yahoo is down today (damn it) I know the pix are waiting there for me. But nothing he can say (or show me) will change my mind.
Oh! Met a porn star this week. He emailed me. Said he would help me set up a site and even star with me in it. Of course I had to check out his pix. He definitely has a nice cock! Another tempting offer. But I am camera shy. Can't see Cheri being the Queen of Porn. Not my style at all. But at least I have another career change option available.
Okay, I am off to work......if I don't get producing at work..then I will have to be a Porn Star. Can't you see it
"Cheri's Secret Lovers Lane Comes Alive!!! Starring Cheri and Her Frogs!!"
Auditions are being held later this month!!
Now the auditions could really be fun and yummy!
Frogs, Frogs, Frogs and A Tadpole!!
Today was a crazy day. Spoke to the tadpole for the first time..a real sexy voice. Its was fun to speak to him. Of course, he couldn't do much talking in his situation..and I liked the control!! lol I think i asked him 900 questions about himself (and he was kind enough to answer). It was a really nice conversation (even if I must have done 90% of the talking!!!)
Curious George has re-surfaced. He has been playing in Ashley MAdison's site and he has been quite the successful one. I am happy for him!! Jealous? More jealous that someone is taking limited time that he has away from me!! I love our chats and cams. But it makes me happy to hear when someone else has experienced the fun that I have. That feeling is just so amazing. The damn guy found women in record time. Well go play in the dollar store.. and then when your ready for Neiman Marcus..you know where to find the upscale store!! (Couldn't resist)
The new doctor dude turns out to be an older man for me. He's 49. I haven't been with an older man since I was 16 (dated a guy who was 22). He's nice, not sure where we are going or if we are going anywhere. Okay, we are going to call him Dr. Feet. Here's the deal, he's a podiatrist. Better than a gynecologist BUT the feet are probably my most unattractive feature. I hate feet. Something about them...I don't like people looking at my feet. They have received much abuse from heals over the years. They aren't horribly ugly or deformed BUT nothing great. They are always pedicured but the thought of a man putting my toes in his mouth....kind
of grosses me out.
I go to the nail salon and have my nails and pedicure. The owner and I are friends. She started laughing one day. I said what? She said.....I always noticed..gorgeous girls always have ugly feet and ugly girls have gorgeous feet. I couldn't stop laughing....so what are we calling ugly here my face or my feet?? Now I have seen uglier (I have to defend my feet. All my toes are the right size in order, no bunions, no corns....they are just there). But out of all doctors--a podiatrist. I don't know if I can deal with this. A professional examining my feet...does he have a foot fetish? I have to ask him. Soulmate Chris had a foot fetish....(thankfully we were too wrapped up in other bodies parts to concentrate on feet).
Mr. Heart and I cleared the air this afternoon. I laid it on the line. Listen I cannot feel you are going to be one of those that either disappear or send me a text message saying good by. That's bullshit. If you can't give me the respect to call me, then I can't continue. He agreed that he is normally a disappearer. I told him to be a man...tell me to my face...don't avoid it. We laughed and he promised (and I promised) that we would blow each other off at least by phone. After Thursday night, I felt he owed me a call. Avoidance is much easier.....but we are fine now. We were on the phone laughing for a 1/2 hour.
I'm always upfront about other "frogs" being in my life. Some frogs read it here.....others I warn ahead of time. MR. Heart seemed to have forgotten about Mr. Government. We did get on the topic of other people.....perfect timing. "Do what you gotta do, use protection and I don't want to know". Perfect answer. We don't owe each other anything right now, certainly not exclusivity. But I don't like to feel like I have to hide anything. I am also not looking to screw everything in sight either...so if a frog is a regular...that would be nice. I would like a regular lilypad to play on!
And then my blog is a little out of order...I was finishing this up when I had my run in with soulmate Chris last night. I erased the post..I am putting it back. RRRRR- I think I am going to write about my convo with Mr. Six Pack. A foursome is much more interesting writing than how a man is manipulating my mind.
Curious George has re-surfaced. He has been playing in Ashley MAdison's site and he has been quite the successful one. I am happy for him!! Jealous? More jealous that someone is taking limited time that he has away from me!! I love our chats and cams. But it makes me happy to hear when someone else has experienced the fun that I have. That feeling is just so amazing. The damn guy found women in record time. Well go play in the dollar store.. and then when your ready for Neiman Marcus..you know where to find the upscale store!! (Couldn't resist)
The new doctor dude turns out to be an older man for me. He's 49. I haven't been with an older man since I was 16 (dated a guy who was 22). He's nice, not sure where we are going or if we are going anywhere. Okay, we are going to call him Dr. Feet. Here's the deal, he's a podiatrist. Better than a gynecologist BUT the feet are probably my most unattractive feature. I hate feet. Something about them...I don't like people looking at my feet. They have received much abuse from heals over the years. They aren't horribly ugly or deformed BUT nothing great. They are always pedicured but the thought of a man putting my toes in his mouth....kind
of grosses me out.
I go to the nail salon and have my nails and pedicure. The owner and I are friends. She started laughing one day. I said what? She said.....I always noticed..gorgeous girls always have ugly feet and ugly girls have gorgeous feet. I couldn't stop laughing....so what are we calling ugly here my face or my feet?? Now I have seen uglier (I have to defend my feet. All my toes are the right size in order, no bunions, no corns....they are just there). But out of all doctors--a podiatrist. I don't know if I can deal with this. A professional examining my feet...does he have a foot fetish? I have to ask him. Soulmate Chris had a foot fetish....(thankfully we were too wrapped up in other bodies parts to concentrate on feet).
Mr. Heart and I cleared the air this afternoon. I laid it on the line. Listen I cannot feel you are going to be one of those that either disappear or send me a text message saying good by. That's bullshit. If you can't give me the respect to call me, then I can't continue. He agreed that he is normally a disappearer. I told him to be a man...tell me to my face...don't avoid it. We laughed and he promised (and I promised) that we would blow each other off at least by phone. After Thursday night, I felt he owed me a call. Avoidance is much easier.....but we are fine now. We were on the phone laughing for a 1/2 hour.
I'm always upfront about other "frogs" being in my life. Some frogs read it here.....others I warn ahead of time. MR. Heart seemed to have forgotten about Mr. Government. We did get on the topic of other people.....perfect timing. "Do what you gotta do, use protection and I don't want to know". Perfect answer. We don't owe each other anything right now, certainly not exclusivity. But I don't like to feel like I have to hide anything. I am also not looking to screw everything in sight either...so if a frog is a regular...that would be nice. I would like a regular lilypad to play on!
And then my blog is a little out of order...I was finishing this up when I had my run in with soulmate Chris last night. I erased the post..I am putting it back. RRRRR- I think I am going to write about my convo with Mr. Six Pack. A foursome is much more interesting writing than how a man is manipulating my mind.
A No Win Situation - A RANT!!
I have a 24 hour rule on things. When you are upset...you don't write for 24 hours or even confront the person. Mainly because you are usuall irrational. If you think about it, then you usually calm down and see things differently.
Tonight, I make an exception to the rule. I am so angry, so angry that I can feel the veins popping in my neck. I feel like I was set up. There is one person who can manipulate me and get under my veins. And that is Soulmate Chris.
SO this is not a sexual post.....it is a rant. I haven't ranted in awhile...so I apologize but I have to get it off my chest (36D is already a lot to carry around).
Today was a great day!!! Started off by having a great chat with my tadpole friend!! Followed by a great heart to heart with Mr . Heart. Spoke with six pack and realized that I made the right choice by throwing him in the blender.....(another time for that one..its worth the writing--he's off on wild threesomes and asked me to join)....okay, back to my anger. Ending with a little IM with Curious George. A happy and complete day...... then an email comes in.
Soulmate Chris and I have always been either really on or really off. It's been over for a while. I wrote him a closure letter and got back 4 lines--
"My life is stressd and busy, I have no time for a new friend. I met someone else and hardly have time to talk to her. It's not goodby for us. We'll be friends again someday". Something like that.
well I was really hurt. He considered me a new friend?? Since last july, we have been friends. I am not going to get into our relationship. But I fucked the man. I thought he was my soulmate. Then he moved to my closest friend. I tried to be there for him...
And he met someone else. He was the one who lectured me on how horrible it was that I was fucking around and that I should find me. Stop looking, he said he wasn't looking. Oh, so did she pop up at his door step?
I didn't answer for two weeks. tonight (like a fucking fool--I answered). For over a week, I have been feeling him. sounds strange but I have been wanting to contact him all week.
I wrote back-- I got your email. It hurt to hear that you thought of me as a new friend (ouch -lol). I am happy for you that you have found someone. (a little hypocritical that you always made me feel bad that I was looking for someone).
But Chris, I am really happy for you. Both our lives have been crazy, you helped me through part of the worst time in my life (thank you). You will always be a special friend to me. Something like that.......WELLLLLLLLLLL
His mom passed away. I felt like a rock was thrown at my head. She had been very sick but had been doing better. He would take care of her . I'm sure it was hard on him--maybe why I was feeling him all week BUT.......he attacked me.
He wrote back: "My mom passed away. All you care about is yourself to send me cruel emails. You are selfish and only care about your life. I have no time for a friend like you. Don't try to reach out to me. I'm not mad at you.
"
What the fuck???????????? I have always been there for him. ALWAYS!! 99% of our relationship was about him and his stress, his selfish wife, his mom being sick, his hard times at work....him, him, him. His podcast, his website.....I was always there for him. Now you all know me, I am in shock. I am sooooo angry. He knows I feel like shit now. How was I suppose to know about his mom?
Its as if he likes to twist things to always make me be the bad person. I am such a giver. when I care about a friend it is all about them. I gave so much to him. I am stunned right now. And he knew his mom passing was going to make me want to reach out to him---and he just pushed me away and slammed me at the same time.
I'm so sad. I am the type of person who has friends for life. I have no enemies. And to think, someone who i felt so close to, is now the only person in the world who is so angry and bitter towards me.
I wrote back how sorry I was about his mom.. what a great son he had always been. that I was not trying to be sarcastic or cruel BUT my note was sincere. I don't understand why you have so much hate towards me.
you will always be a special friend to me and I will always be there for you if you need me. I know you don't need me now but I will always be there if you need me. "
I don't understand men. I give up with Chris. No matter what I say--it hasn't been right. He seems to have so much anger towards me. I don't understand why.
Okay---I'm off to bed. My story about being invited to be a part of a foursome will have to wait till tomorrow. I also met a porn star. Oh well! Talk about having the sexual desire just SUCKED out of ya!! Damn.......
Tonight, I make an exception to the rule. I am so angry, so angry that I can feel the veins popping in my neck. I feel like I was set up. There is one person who can manipulate me and get under my veins. And that is Soulmate Chris.
SO this is not a sexual post.....it is a rant. I haven't ranted in awhile...so I apologize but I have to get it off my chest (36D is already a lot to carry around).
Today was a great day!!! Started off by having a great chat with my tadpole friend!! Followed by a great heart to heart with Mr . Heart. Spoke with six pack and realized that I made the right choice by throwing him in the blender.....(another time for that one..its worth the writing--he's off on wild threesomes and asked me to join)....okay, back to my anger. Ending with a little IM with Curious George. A happy and complete day...... then an email comes in.
Soulmate Chris and I have always been either really on or really off. It's been over for a while. I wrote him a closure letter and got back 4 lines--
"My life is stressd and busy, I have no time for a new friend. I met someone else and hardly have time to talk to her. It's not goodby for us. We'll be friends again someday". Something like that.
well I was really hurt. He considered me a new friend?? Since last july, we have been friends. I am not going to get into our relationship. But I fucked the man. I thought he was my soulmate. Then he moved to my closest friend. I tried to be there for him...
And he met someone else. He was the one who lectured me on how horrible it was that I was fucking around and that I should find me. Stop looking, he said he wasn't looking. Oh, so did she pop up at his door step?
I didn't answer for two weeks. tonight (like a fucking fool--I answered). For over a week, I have been feeling him. sounds strange but I have been wanting to contact him all week.
I wrote back-- I got your email. It hurt to hear that you thought of me as a new friend (ouch -lol). I am happy for you that you have found someone. (a little hypocritical that you always made me feel bad that I was looking for someone).
But Chris, I am really happy for you. Both our lives have been crazy, you helped me through part of the worst time in my life (thank you). You will always be a special friend to me. Something like that.......WELLLLLLLLLLL
His mom passed away. I felt like a rock was thrown at my head. She had been very sick but had been doing better. He would take care of her . I'm sure it was hard on him--maybe why I was feeling him all week BUT.......he attacked me.
He wrote back: "My mom passed away. All you care about is yourself to send me cruel emails. You are selfish and only care about your life. I have no time for a friend like you. Don't try to reach out to me. I'm not mad at you.
"
What the fuck???????????? I have always been there for him. ALWAYS!! 99% of our relationship was about him and his stress, his selfish wife, his mom being sick, his hard times at work....him, him, him. His podcast, his website.....I was always there for him. Now you all know me, I am in shock. I am sooooo angry. He knows I feel like shit now. How was I suppose to know about his mom?
Its as if he likes to twist things to always make me be the bad person. I am such a giver. when I care about a friend it is all about them. I gave so much to him. I am stunned right now. And he knew his mom passing was going to make me want to reach out to him---and he just pushed me away and slammed me at the same time.
I'm so sad. I am the type of person who has friends for life. I have no enemies. And to think, someone who i felt so close to, is now the only person in the world who is so angry and bitter towards me.
I wrote back how sorry I was about his mom.. what a great son he had always been. that I was not trying to be sarcastic or cruel BUT my note was sincere. I don't understand why you have so much hate towards me.
you will always be a special friend to me and I will always be there for you if you need me. I know you don't need me now but I will always be there if you need me. "
I don't understand men. I give up with Chris. No matter what I say--it hasn't been right. He seems to have so much anger towards me. I don't understand why.
Okay---I'm off to bed. My story about being invited to be a part of a foursome will have to wait till tomorrow. I also met a porn star. Oh well! Talk about having the sexual desire just SUCKED out of ya!! Damn.......
Tuesday, June 20, 2006
Ever Visit Secret Lovers Lane?! Today's First Guest Blogger
Yes, Secret Lovers Lane has its first....Guest Blogger!! the infamous, Hale McKay... Hale sent me this tonight and well I was laughing so hard, I nearly peed in my pants...the tears were streaming down my face with laughter (a demented man with a warped sense of humor like my own). So I had to share....... Introducing (drum roll please--Hale McKay's checklist for me to use when choosing a lover at Secret Lover's Lane)!
If you've ever visited Secret Lovers Lane, then you know about the de-lovely, delicious woman who lives there. It is Cheri I'm talking about, of course.
Now, Cheri has desires, and she wants, needs these desires attended to. We have met, in her prose, some of her callers, teasers, and most recently a doer.
I wonder, is she looking for a certain kind of man? Is she looking only for some man meat? Or both?
I have created a list of possible candidates for her to consider. Maybe she can use the list as a sort of "checklist," or a "check-off sheet."
So what kind of man is she seeking? Just who is welcome to pleasure her in Secret Lovers Lane? I have decided that I'll stay away from physical attributes like build, looks, size, etc. Rather I have chosen occupations for her to choose from. Consider the following:
1) Mechanic - He can check out her rear end, tune up her engine, and lube her. He'll show her his dip stick. He'll align her chassis, adjust her headlights, and let her try the stick shift.
2) Milkman - Sometimes she'll want the deliveries in the rear at the back door.
3) Lawyer - He'll know several different ways to screw her.
4) Banker - He'll never pull out too early - so she won't lose interest.
5) Landscaper - He'll keep her bush moist.
6) Fisherman - He'll be handy with a pole and use a large worm for bait.
7) Mason - He knows how to lay more than bricks.
8) Author - He'll know just the right time to get to a climax.
9) Mailman - Makes special deliveries to her box.
10)Executive - He makes a stiff proposition when she has an opening and gets something straight between them.
And last, but not the least ...
11)Frogman - Always knows when and where to dive.
Hale can be found at my favorite sites. Lick on (oops click on ) It Occurred To Me!
Love ya Hale!! And now I wonder which I should choose....Can I have them all?????
If you've ever visited Secret Lovers Lane, then you know about the de-lovely, delicious woman who lives there. It is Cheri I'm talking about, of course.
Now, Cheri has desires, and she wants, needs these desires attended to. We have met, in her prose, some of her callers, teasers, and most recently a doer.
I wonder, is she looking for a certain kind of man? Is she looking only for some man meat? Or both?
I have created a list of possible candidates for her to consider. Maybe she can use the list as a sort of "checklist," or a "check-off sheet."
So what kind of man is she seeking? Just who is welcome to pleasure her in Secret Lovers Lane? I have decided that I'll stay away from physical attributes like build, looks, size, etc. Rather I have chosen occupations for her to choose from. Consider the following:
1) Mechanic - He can check out her rear end, tune up her engine, and lube her. He'll show her his dip stick. He'll align her chassis, adjust her headlights, and let her try the stick shift.
2) Milkman - Sometimes she'll want the deliveries in the rear at the back door.
3) Lawyer - He'll know several different ways to screw her.
4) Banker - He'll never pull out too early - so she won't lose interest.
5) Landscaper - He'll keep her bush moist.
6) Fisherman - He'll be handy with a pole and use a large worm for bait.
7) Mason - He knows how to lay more than bricks.
8) Author - He'll know just the right time to get to a climax.
9) Mailman - Makes special deliveries to her box.
10)Executive - He makes a stiff proposition when she has an opening and gets something straight between them.
And last, but not the least ...
11)Frogman - Always knows when and where to dive.
Hale can be found at my favorite sites. Lick on (oops click on ) It Occurred To Me!
Love ya Hale!! And now I wonder which I should choose....Can I have them all?????
Monday, June 19, 2006
The Perfect Blend
I'm sure you have figured out by now, this side of me does not like to be serious. The "real world" is filled with seriousness and way too much baggage. So whenever I can, however I can, I want fun! I want freedom.....I want an escape..and I am a comedian. Had sent Mr. Government a txt message
"Enjoyed meeting you for coffee. Mine was the perfect blend, how was yours?"
"BTW, you looked mighty sexy and u owe me a bite and visual of your cherry ass!!"
And so I expected to hear from him in two weeks as I said. To my surprise, he text me today...
"U R 2 funny. How are u? My coffee was excellent, BTW!"
Now for him this is BIG!! One, he's Joe Serious usually. Actually I drive him nuts when I say things that are ridiculous...like I have a big party I am planning....I asked him if he wanted an invitation...he looked at me and said Why do you do that? Obviously I know he can't come.....he truly gets upset when I throw in reality in an offbeat, sarcastic way.
At the same time (there must have been a Cheri announcement around 3:40 today) because Mr. Heart called. Our first disagreement kind of. I said, wow, by tonight I was going to erase your number. We discussed it briefly...he felt my coolness. I'm not mad at him but just questioning. He didn't feel like calling me this weekend was his answer (he was stressed). Fair enough I said. But I now see he is not what I had thought exactly. A courtesy call would have been nice-hey sorry I was sleeping...talk to ya next week-would have been fine.
Sadly, it turned out to be a misunderstanding. He didn't think I wanted to see him after the party. Actually, he wanted me to give up the party to spend time with him. Well I was out of the party early and we could have been together.....I'm sorry, I'm tired of giving up plans to fit a man's schedule. It was actually a really cool party....a radio station threw it. Yes, Cheri is a VIP!!! lol So, not sure where we are here. "I want to see you this week" or the correct phrasing---" I want to fuck you this week" lol was his last remark.
"Hmmmm....let's not make plans, they don't seem to work out. Let me know the day before and if I can make it, great". He didn't like that answer but I tried 100 different ways last week to meet him. "Can I call you tomorrow?" oooohhh, we are getting formal?!! of course, I look forward to it was my response!
I had a surprise today. I've been emailing back and forth with an old blogger friend who to my astonishment lives soooooo close to me (we are probably talking 4 minutes). Not once did he mention that in the past. However, he has remained under the radar because he doesn't want to be mentioned as a frog. So he is just a tadpole at this point (lol) I kept my promise--he's not a frog!! (yet)
So I am trying to work and all I keep getting is Mr. Government flashbacks. Flashbacks of his smile, flashes of us doing it in the car, flashes of the gum on his penis. But they are keeping me smiling (and wanting more and more and more).
Back to work....back to life....gonna make chicken cordon bleu tonight...did I ever mention i love to cook. hmmm....I wish I could cook for a man and then have sex right in the kitchen after. The one who orgasms first, has to clean the dishes.....I hate to clean dishes so you can be sure I would do my best to make him cum!!!!!
If I get a chance I will write about Chris. I'm avoiding it for good reason...its a downer. Actually, little did I know that one good fuck would increase my blogging desires.....I should have sex on a regular basis.....for the blog of course!! lol
"Enjoyed meeting you for coffee. Mine was the perfect blend, how was yours?"
"BTW, you looked mighty sexy and u owe me a bite and visual of your cherry ass!!"
And so I expected to hear from him in two weeks as I said. To my surprise, he text me today...
"U R 2 funny. How are u? My coffee was excellent, BTW!"
Now for him this is BIG!! One, he's Joe Serious usually. Actually I drive him nuts when I say things that are ridiculous...like I have a big party I am planning....I asked him if he wanted an invitation...he looked at me and said Why do you do that? Obviously I know he can't come.....he truly gets upset when I throw in reality in an offbeat, sarcastic way.
At the same time (there must have been a Cheri announcement around 3:40 today) because Mr. Heart called. Our first disagreement kind of. I said, wow, by tonight I was going to erase your number. We discussed it briefly...he felt my coolness. I'm not mad at him but just questioning. He didn't feel like calling me this weekend was his answer (he was stressed). Fair enough I said. But I now see he is not what I had thought exactly. A courtesy call would have been nice-hey sorry I was sleeping...talk to ya next week-would have been fine.
Sadly, it turned out to be a misunderstanding. He didn't think I wanted to see him after the party. Actually, he wanted me to give up the party to spend time with him. Well I was out of the party early and we could have been together.....I'm sorry, I'm tired of giving up plans to fit a man's schedule. It was actually a really cool party....a radio station threw it. Yes, Cheri is a VIP!!! lol So, not sure where we are here. "I want to see you this week" or the correct phrasing---" I want to fuck you this week" lol was his last remark.
"Hmmmm....let's not make plans, they don't seem to work out. Let me know the day before and if I can make it, great". He didn't like that answer but I tried 100 different ways last week to meet him. "Can I call you tomorrow?" oooohhh, we are getting formal?!! of course, I look forward to it was my response!
I had a surprise today. I've been emailing back and forth with an old blogger friend who to my astonishment lives soooooo close to me (we are probably talking 4 minutes). Not once did he mention that in the past. However, he has remained under the radar because he doesn't want to be mentioned as a frog. So he is just a tadpole at this point (lol) I kept my promise--he's not a frog!! (yet)
So I am trying to work and all I keep getting is Mr. Government flashbacks. Flashbacks of his smile, flashes of us doing it in the car, flashes of the gum on his penis. But they are keeping me smiling (and wanting more and more and more).
Back to work....back to life....gonna make chicken cordon bleu tonight...did I ever mention i love to cook. hmmm....I wish I could cook for a man and then have sex right in the kitchen after. The one who orgasms first, has to clean the dishes.....I hate to clean dishes so you can be sure I would do my best to make him cum!!!!!
If I get a chance I will write about Chris. I'm avoiding it for good reason...its a downer. Actually, little did I know that one good fuck would increase my blogging desires.....I should have sex on a regular basis.....for the blog of course!! lol
One Taste of Sin is Never Enough
I was settled for so long. Things were so quiet in Secret Lovers Lane. I think I was accepting that there wasn't going to be a Prince Charming coming my way. But now, the taste of sin has filled my head and my soul. Having that man inside of me(his cock, his fingers) for an hour....is a tease. Now, I want more.
I love the passion. I love the sin. Damn, I love the sex. Fucking so wildly in the car, just revved up my engines again. Sigh...I long for that escape. It's an escape from reality. I long for that man to be inside of me again. Thrusting inside of me, making me cum and I want it again and again. I have no doubt that it was amazing for him too. I have no doubt that he thought about it this weekend. I also have no doubt, that he will not surface in my life again for two weeks. He flips, he will make sure that we space our meetings. That it will not get out of control. And I do agree with that. Feeling that uncontrollable passion, lust and desire....can really set your head in a spin. Like a vampire in need of blood---I feel that taste just made me crave the animal sex even more.
So now the big questions-- Is the sex so damn hot and intense because the chemistry between us is that way? or Is it so damn hot because we both just need it because we aren't getting it at home? Do I enjoy his cock so much because its HIS cock or because I just need a nice stiff cock?
And now the big, big question-- Would it be as hot with someone else? Is it the act or is it the man?
And the million dollar question-- Now what? Do I sleep with someone else? Do I hit a new level of sluttiness... if I sleep with more men? Oh shit! Morals are coming in here. Part of me wants to just fuck and enjoy myself. Part of me feels like testing the frogs is really a horrible thing. But how do you know if there is a frog out there that you want to hang with on a regular basis if you don't check it out??
So another week is upon us.....and I have a feeling it is going to be a real crazy one! Okay, got my seat belt on---let the rollercoaster ride begin!!
One Bitch---damn blogger...I can't load pix....I am going through withdrawal. Hale sent me these amazing pix I want to share and I can't. I don't know what is going on...I'm on a new computer, it shouldn't be such a problem...rrrrrrrrrr......I'm done!!! lol
Sweet WET DREAMS!!!
I love the passion. I love the sin. Damn, I love the sex. Fucking so wildly in the car, just revved up my engines again. Sigh...I long for that escape. It's an escape from reality. I long for that man to be inside of me again. Thrusting inside of me, making me cum and I want it again and again. I have no doubt that it was amazing for him too. I have no doubt that he thought about it this weekend. I also have no doubt, that he will not surface in my life again for two weeks. He flips, he will make sure that we space our meetings. That it will not get out of control. And I do agree with that. Feeling that uncontrollable passion, lust and desire....can really set your head in a spin. Like a vampire in need of blood---I feel that taste just made me crave the animal sex even more.
So now the big questions-- Is the sex so damn hot and intense because the chemistry between us is that way? or Is it so damn hot because we both just need it because we aren't getting it at home? Do I enjoy his cock so much because its HIS cock or because I just need a nice stiff cock?
And now the big, big question-- Would it be as hot with someone else? Is it the act or is it the man?
And the million dollar question-- Now what? Do I sleep with someone else? Do I hit a new level of sluttiness... if I sleep with more men? Oh shit! Morals are coming in here. Part of me wants to just fuck and enjoy myself. Part of me feels like testing the frogs is really a horrible thing. But how do you know if there is a frog out there that you want to hang with on a regular basis if you don't check it out??
So another week is upon us.....and I have a feeling it is going to be a real crazy one! Okay, got my seat belt on---let the rollercoaster ride begin!!
One Bitch---damn blogger...I can't load pix....I am going through withdrawal. Hale sent me these amazing pix I want to share and I can't. I don't know what is going on...I'm on a new computer, it shouldn't be such a problem...rrrrrrrrrr......I'm done!!! lol
Sweet WET DREAMS!!!
Sunday, June 18, 2006
A Perfect Day For Submission!!
Happy Father's Day to all of you men out there! What better a day than Father's Day to role play and to please a man. You all know that I am "Miss Eager To Please" and would really enjoy spending the day just indulging a special man's fantasies!! Sadly, my hubby is not the one I would want to please--so I would love to find someone to play with. Any volunteers?!)
Beginning the morning by getting up early and making him breakfast. Letting him sleep as the breakfast is being cooked. Sneaking back up with the breakfast tray and back into bed--awakening him with me sucking on his cock. Taking his entire cock in my mouth and sucking until he would cum. Making sure each centimeter of his sweet thing is totally stimulated and loving each lick, each suck....I love doing circles on a man'd head and when he least expects it...taking him fully in my mouth...swallowing his cum and leaving not a drop to escape...yummy!!
So the appetizer is served and breakfast is on the tray... a special card is there too--Choose Your Present! Aah! what will it be....his choice. The space is left blank---he can fill it in and I will oblige. Only rule, no pain. Will he choose--a romantic evening, an afternoon delight of exhibitionism (finding a public area and take a chance of us fucking in the open), a day of blowjobs (wherever, whenever--I will oblige), a night of sex toys, a night of role playing (am I the sweet innocent girl? the nurse? the police woman?) or a night of light bondage--his choice of blindfolding, tyi ng up and even a little spanking!
The day would be spent doing the regular Father's Day things....with hidden sexual undertones throughout the day. The brush up against his penis, the shoulder massages and kisses--me just telling him how amazing he is all day and of course, me talking dirty to him throughout the afternoon.....little sweet words of foreplay--I can't wait till you are inside of me...do you promise to fuck me until I beg you to stop? are you prepared for a night of total bliss? "
And then the night time comes. I will fulfill his desires. Starting off in a sexy lingerie....so soft, so feminine --should it be black,red or pink? Hmmm...depends on what his choice was. I am prepared with all three. So what will be his choice?! Will I be tied up for the night? Will I be dressed in some role playing outfit? i wait for the directions---the envelope please.....
so what would you choose?
Happy Father's Day!!!
Beginning the morning by getting up early and making him breakfast. Letting him sleep as the breakfast is being cooked. Sneaking back up with the breakfast tray and back into bed--awakening him with me sucking on his cock. Taking his entire cock in my mouth and sucking until he would cum. Making sure each centimeter of his sweet thing is totally stimulated and loving each lick, each suck....I love doing circles on a man'd head and when he least expects it...taking him fully in my mouth...swallowing his cum and leaving not a drop to escape...yummy!!
So the appetizer is served and breakfast is on the tray... a special card is there too--Choose Your Present! Aah! what will it be....his choice. The space is left blank---he can fill it in and I will oblige. Only rule, no pain. Will he choose--a romantic evening, an afternoon delight of exhibitionism (finding a public area and take a chance of us fucking in the open), a day of blowjobs (wherever, whenever--I will oblige), a night of sex toys, a night of role playing (am I the sweet innocent girl? the nurse? the police woman?) or a night of light bondage--his choice of blindfolding, tyi ng up and even a little spanking!
The day would be spent doing the regular Father's Day things....with hidden sexual undertones throughout the day. The brush up against his penis, the shoulder massages and kisses--me just telling him how amazing he is all day and of course, me talking dirty to him throughout the afternoon.....little sweet words of foreplay--I can't wait till you are inside of me...do you promise to fuck me until I beg you to stop? are you prepared for a night of total bliss? "
And then the night time comes. I will fulfill his desires. Starting off in a sexy lingerie....so soft, so feminine --should it be black,red or pink? Hmmm...depends on what his choice was. I am prepared with all three. So what will be his choice?! Will I be tied up for the night? Will I be dressed in some role playing outfit? i wait for the directions---the envelope please.....
so what would you choose?
Happy Father's Day!!!
A Horny, Lonely Saturday Night!
I'm not complaining, but Saturday nights I am alone. It's the only night the hubby works...figured one night our of seven and that's when he works. Tonight I am the neighborhood babysitter....I so wanted to finish my podcast but, I can't take a chance...too many kids running around and I cannot chance one of them hearing me podcasting....that will certainly kill my image around town. So I read a lot of my favorite blogs. Boy, did I have a lot of catching up to do and I learned a lot about my blog friends out there.
It must be the time of year, because something exciting or upheaving is occurring in their lives. I love reading all their blogs. Stretch seems to be contemplating some possible extracurricular activity and he is torn, Sasha is missing Evan like crazy, Speakin is flying around the country meeting other bloggers (Erika and Green Eyes), SPG has begun a new outlook on life, Hale is just killing me as he always does with his hysterical outlook on things, Lori is busy with Mentos and Diet Coke (very cool), Scarlett is pretending to be innocent as her friend is spiraling for a heart break (lol) and TMelendez is just being a really good boy and reading!! Of course, Desireous is analyzing and admiring men's cocks.
I can thank Desireous for my obsession with cocks. She actually gave me (many months ago) the outlook on how beautiful a man's cock is. And every time I read her blog..it makes me want some more. I am somewhat less horny tonight than I had been the past few weeks. Well I would hope so, the sex yesterday was amazing. I keep envisioning his cock in my mouth and his hand controlling my head as I totally devoured him. Of course, my encounter must be realistic here. I cannot give up the search because I know, he is going to flip (as usual) and I won't be hearing from him for awhile. But my mouth is watering tonight for a hot, thick cock. I guess it the fact that I am home alone--too much time to think tonight.
Well, I can tell you--I think I pushed Mr. Heart away on Thursday. And I am not sure how I feel about that. Should I have not been annoyed that he couldn't meet? While I didn't say I was annoyed--you have to know my messages hinted it. I'm not shy when I get pissed off. And maybe my Pain In The Ass, High Maintenance---PITAh tendencies were visible...but if you say we are going to meet...I expect a call. Is that wrong?
Oh well....maybe I'll move on to the other doctor.....hey what' s in a body part? A heart man, a foot man, a kidney man......!
Surprisingly, i got two emails this week from people who listened to my podcast and was wondering what happened to Soulmate Chris. It's too late for me tonight to get into..but I will one day. His last correspondence was 4 lines long--pleasant and eye opening. Funny how 4 lines from someone can have a direct effect on how you relate to others. All I will say now is that
"people are quick to judge, people are quick to lecture others, people are quick to forget the past..when it fits their agenda. People look at life through their own glasses and then adjust it to fit what they want it to look like. "
It must be the time of year, because something exciting or upheaving is occurring in their lives. I love reading all their blogs. Stretch seems to be contemplating some possible extracurricular activity and he is torn, Sasha is missing Evan like crazy, Speakin is flying around the country meeting other bloggers (Erika and Green Eyes), SPG has begun a new outlook on life, Hale is just killing me as he always does with his hysterical outlook on things, Lori is busy with Mentos and Diet Coke (very cool), Scarlett is pretending to be innocent as her friend is spiraling for a heart break (lol) and TMelendez is just being a really good boy and reading!! Of course, Desireous is analyzing and admiring men's cocks.
I can thank Desireous for my obsession with cocks. She actually gave me (many months ago) the outlook on how beautiful a man's cock is. And every time I read her blog..it makes me want some more. I am somewhat less horny tonight than I had been the past few weeks. Well I would hope so, the sex yesterday was amazing. I keep envisioning his cock in my mouth and his hand controlling my head as I totally devoured him. Of course, my encounter must be realistic here. I cannot give up the search because I know, he is going to flip (as usual) and I won't be hearing from him for awhile. But my mouth is watering tonight for a hot, thick cock. I guess it the fact that I am home alone--too much time to think tonight.
Well, I can tell you--I think I pushed Mr. Heart away on Thursday. And I am not sure how I feel about that. Should I have not been annoyed that he couldn't meet? While I didn't say I was annoyed--you have to know my messages hinted it. I'm not shy when I get pissed off. And maybe my Pain In The Ass, High Maintenance---PITAh tendencies were visible...but if you say we are going to meet...I expect a call. Is that wrong?
Oh well....maybe I'll move on to the other doctor.....hey what' s in a body part? A heart man, a foot man, a kidney man......!
Surprisingly, i got two emails this week from people who listened to my podcast and was wondering what happened to Soulmate Chris. It's too late for me tonight to get into..but I will one day. His last correspondence was 4 lines long--pleasant and eye opening. Funny how 4 lines from someone can have a direct effect on how you relate to others. All I will say now is that
"people are quick to judge, people are quick to lecture others, people are quick to forget the past..when it fits their agenda. People look at life through their own glasses and then adjust it to fit what they want it to look like. "
Friday, June 16, 2006
Finally, I am sexually fulfilled!
Okay, no judging please. Just listen to my tale.....
"How was the concert. Wanna grab a cup of coffee after work?"-him
"Sounds good...what time....?" --me
"Around 5:15"
"Need to change the coffee....got called to do something for work....can you meet me in an hour"
"No, but I can meet you in 10 minutes"....
"Okay, I'll meet you by the dock".
"Hmmm....guess I should bring coffee, last time I checked they didn't serve coffee in that deserted area". lol
Finished up my appointment and had an hour to kill between my next big appointment. So what do you think? Puffed my hair and drove to the deserted dock. There was his car....I was so damn nervous. Yes, it was Mr. Government and I haven't seen him in quite a while. I pulled my car up to his....I got out and went into his car.
He looked fucking better than ever. More muscler, thinner, hotter......damn, I was pulled into his smile. So awkward at first...what do we say...he's of course---Mr. Secure..Securing the area, no one should see us....I felt like I was undercover or something. We talked, we laughed....he had my favorite station on the radio...we talked about work, we talked about life....we talked and talked and talked.....both of our eyes fixed on each other.....both of us nervous...both of barely hearing the words anymore that we were saying. So who was going to make the first move??
We had a heart to heart about my little "Trick" on Ashley Madison. I shouldn't be here with you even the fact that you would think to do that is dangerous....I wouldn't apologize...just said you either believe me or you don't. I wasn't going to do anything. You know everything about me, I know you checked me out. And he does have everything on me..... but I trust him not to do anything with it. "And what you did?" Well it was either drop it or argue it with the two of us both stubborn....I didn't want to waste our time arguing so we dropped it.
You have to relax.....just forget the world for a second....so I reached over and started to massage his shoulder. Aaah!! Those muscles, he started to relax....lay back in your seat and relax...he did a little...then he reached for my cheek...and then he leaned over to my lips. And he gently kissed me. And I kissed him....and I continued to massage his shoulders and now we kissed again...but this time---oh it was hot. It was intense....it was totally animalistic...there was not doubt--the chemistry was still there with us. Hot and intense...but there was no way this was going to go much further...we were in a public place. Somewhat deserted and with another guy, it would have progressed but not with him....even with those tinted windows.
The kissing was getting hotter, the music blasting and I was getting wet. I wanted this man, I've wanted him for a long time. I missed those lips, those shoulders, that smile....that paranoia. Yes, we have had our shit (and I have not forgotten) but I wanted him. I just wanted him, even if I hated him, I wanted him. One last time.....at least. There was no closure before...at least this time I walked away and I know we may never see each other again. And that would be okay.
His cock was hard.....I could feel the outline of his head through the pants.....he started to reach for me and rub the outside of my pants. I was definitely getting wet...I could feel him rubbing my clit. There was nothing more that I could take....I wanted his cock now. Picture this, we are both in business suits. So you know on the pants...tons of snaps, buttons etc...so it was quite a chore to get them undone as both our pulses were racing....at this point, neither one of us cared who was around, who was watching--we were both gone. We needed to feel flesh. And so his hands went down my pants and mine down his.
He knows just how to rub my clit to get me totally excited and cum. His hands were deep inside of me as I was moaning and wanting him even more.....this man could find my G-spot....he knew exactly where to go to make me moan. With each thrust of his fingers, I could feel myself melting more and more. His cock looked so inviting. I had to put my lips on it. And so I did. However, if you remember--Mr. Government and I have always had embarrassing moments when it came to my mouth going on his penis. One time, I had lost my crown and the metal was scratching the shit out of his penis (look back if you missed it). Another time, we used pop rocks for funl Well today, I was chewing gum. However, this one brand is very sticky. So I went down on him and the gum fell out of my mouth. Right on the tip of his penis. well it stuck and I had a hard time getting it off. So licking it, I tried to get the gum off. We both were laughing--it was like a comfort thing we have going on.
I couldn't have planned that...it was just so typical for us. But after manipulating the gum off---I gave him the blow job of his life!!! Oh yes, he was loving it. Each suck, taking him deeper and deeper inside my throat. Each lick, each circle of my tongue on his head....he moaned and moaned more and his cock was ready to explode.
I do not like when a guy pushes my head down or holds my head down. Well, at least when I was younger I didn't. Today, I liked it. I liked that he was controlling the speed with his hand, he was controlling my sucking..... "do you want me to cum your mouth?" he asked.
"No, I want you inside of me."...there, I said it. Knowing there was no way, we would be doing that here. However, to my surprise, move your seat up and we'll get into the back. I moved it up and moved to the back seat. As did he. "I want you so badly" I told him. "damn Cheri, I missed you so damn much. I haven't stopped thinking about our last encounters. Fuck, I shouldn't be here, you are so damn dangerous. This is not like me to do something so damn stupid and careless." Aay! But he had a rubber there and lectured me how I didn't even ask....just for a brief second...
"Don't think." was all I said. And went back down on him as he moaned. It took him one second to get hard as a rock again. I moved my way up to his lips and looked into his eyes. He so sweetly touched my cheek....."turn around" and he kissed me and smiled. Oh he knows, I love it from behind. He knows that I love when he thrusts inside of me and how hot it makes me. I smiled back....and he grabbed my hand...he remembered how he entwined his fingers in mine--I wanted him now more than ever...
So here I am, on all fours with no pants or underwear on and Mr. Government is screwing my brains out from behind. Thrusting harder and harder...trying to go deeper and deeper. I was gasping for air, and could feel my body climaxing...."I want us to cum together...I am going to hold out until you are ready, tell me when you are there". And I tortured him!! I held out for as long as I could as he worked and worked to make me cum! It felt so fucking amazing...
"Oh God! was all I remember saying as we both came together and we collapsed on the seats. " That was unbelievable...."go in me one more time". And he did, just sitting inside of me as he kissed my neck. There was no need for words....there was no need to say that is was amazing..we both felt it.
Well, I had an appointment that I had to get to. What was suppose to be 15 minutes of coffee turned into almost two hours of play. We cleaned ourselves up (thankfully I had baby wipes in the car). And, well the gum thing surfaced again. the rubber had a hard time coming off and the napkin he used--stuck to his penis. I was dying of laughter (and he was just shaking his head and laughing). Well I am certainly not a dull screw!
I can't remember the last time I screwed in a car. It was totally RAW and CLASSLESS!! I can think of probably 100 more distasteful words but with each one--I can say...it was unbelievable.....it was hot....it was EXACTLY what I needed.
I like the calmer Mr. Government and giggled as he returned to the cautious man. Cleaning up the forensics, placing his gun back into place....back to the three letter man. Making sure not one of my hairs were left....back to Joe Paranoia and kind of cute.
I kissed him goodby....I didn't want to talk. Really, it was a perfect afternoon and anything that would have been said would have ruined it. I could live with this if this was it. I don't think this is it BUT if it were--it was hot, it was intense and I really needed it.
"See ya in 6 months", I yelled out my window and laughed..and I just pulled away.
Okay, I had a really hard time going to my next meeting. I felt like I had a "JFL" (JUST FUCKED LOOK). I had them all the time in college.....my face would scream--she just got laid. My mind floated around, I had three more meetings...somehow I made it through them all with a definite smile.
So driving home, I re-lived the day over and over. What great sex it was! And I giggled how at one point during it, I seriously was thinking...man, this is a great blog entry!! I really did...as I was hitting my head against the door as he was thrusting inside of me....
Sigh! I needed that! Have a great weekend. tonight I am going to go to sleep and sleep like a baby....I am soooooooooooooooo content!! SWEET WET DREAMS!! XOXOX
"How was the concert. Wanna grab a cup of coffee after work?"-him
"Sounds good...what time....?" --me
"Around 5:15"
"Need to change the coffee....got called to do something for work....can you meet me in an hour"
"No, but I can meet you in 10 minutes"....
"Okay, I'll meet you by the dock".
"Hmmm....guess I should bring coffee, last time I checked they didn't serve coffee in that deserted area". lol
Finished up my appointment and had an hour to kill between my next big appointment. So what do you think? Puffed my hair and drove to the deserted dock. There was his car....I was so damn nervous. Yes, it was Mr. Government and I haven't seen him in quite a while. I pulled my car up to his....I got out and went into his car.
He looked fucking better than ever. More muscler, thinner, hotter......damn, I was pulled into his smile. So awkward at first...what do we say...he's of course---Mr. Secure..Securing the area, no one should see us....I felt like I was undercover or something. We talked, we laughed....he had my favorite station on the radio...we talked about work, we talked about life....we talked and talked and talked.....both of our eyes fixed on each other.....both of us nervous...both of barely hearing the words anymore that we were saying. So who was going to make the first move??
We had a heart to heart about my little "Trick" on Ashley Madison. I shouldn't be here with you even the fact that you would think to do that is dangerous....I wouldn't apologize...just said you either believe me or you don't. I wasn't going to do anything. You know everything about me, I know you checked me out. And he does have everything on me..... but I trust him not to do anything with it. "And what you did?" Well it was either drop it or argue it with the two of us both stubborn....I didn't want to waste our time arguing so we dropped it.
You have to relax.....just forget the world for a second....so I reached over and started to massage his shoulder. Aaah!! Those muscles, he started to relax....lay back in your seat and relax...he did a little...then he reached for my cheek...and then he leaned over to my lips. And he gently kissed me. And I kissed him....and I continued to massage his shoulders and now we kissed again...but this time---oh it was hot. It was intense....it was totally animalistic...there was not doubt--the chemistry was still there with us. Hot and intense...but there was no way this was going to go much further...we were in a public place. Somewhat deserted and with another guy, it would have progressed but not with him....even with those tinted windows.
The kissing was getting hotter, the music blasting and I was getting wet. I wanted this man, I've wanted him for a long time. I missed those lips, those shoulders, that smile....that paranoia. Yes, we have had our shit (and I have not forgotten) but I wanted him. I just wanted him, even if I hated him, I wanted him. One last time.....at least. There was no closure before...at least this time I walked away and I know we may never see each other again. And that would be okay.
His cock was hard.....I could feel the outline of his head through the pants.....he started to reach for me and rub the outside of my pants. I was definitely getting wet...I could feel him rubbing my clit. There was nothing more that I could take....I wanted his cock now. Picture this, we are both in business suits. So you know on the pants...tons of snaps, buttons etc...so it was quite a chore to get them undone as both our pulses were racing....at this point, neither one of us cared who was around, who was watching--we were both gone. We needed to feel flesh. And so his hands went down my pants and mine down his.
He knows just how to rub my clit to get me totally excited and cum. His hands were deep inside of me as I was moaning and wanting him even more.....this man could find my G-spot....he knew exactly where to go to make me moan. With each thrust of his fingers, I could feel myself melting more and more. His cock looked so inviting. I had to put my lips on it. And so I did. However, if you remember--Mr. Government and I have always had embarrassing moments when it came to my mouth going on his penis. One time, I had lost my crown and the metal was scratching the shit out of his penis (look back if you missed it). Another time, we used pop rocks for funl Well today, I was chewing gum. However, this one brand is very sticky. So I went down on him and the gum fell out of my mouth. Right on the tip of his penis. well it stuck and I had a hard time getting it off. So licking it, I tried to get the gum off. We both were laughing--it was like a comfort thing we have going on.
I couldn't have planned that...it was just so typical for us. But after manipulating the gum off---I gave him the blow job of his life!!! Oh yes, he was loving it. Each suck, taking him deeper and deeper inside my throat. Each lick, each circle of my tongue on his head....he moaned and moaned more and his cock was ready to explode.
I do not like when a guy pushes my head down or holds my head down. Well, at least when I was younger I didn't. Today, I liked it. I liked that he was controlling the speed with his hand, he was controlling my sucking..... "do you want me to cum your mouth?" he asked.
"No, I want you inside of me."...there, I said it. Knowing there was no way, we would be doing that here. However, to my surprise, move your seat up and we'll get into the back. I moved it up and moved to the back seat. As did he. "I want you so badly" I told him. "damn Cheri, I missed you so damn much. I haven't stopped thinking about our last encounters. Fuck, I shouldn't be here, you are so damn dangerous. This is not like me to do something so damn stupid and careless." Aay! But he had a rubber there and lectured me how I didn't even ask....just for a brief second...
"Don't think." was all I said. And went back down on him as he moaned. It took him one second to get hard as a rock again. I moved my way up to his lips and looked into his eyes. He so sweetly touched my cheek....."turn around" and he kissed me and smiled. Oh he knows, I love it from behind. He knows that I love when he thrusts inside of me and how hot it makes me. I smiled back....and he grabbed my hand...he remembered how he entwined his fingers in mine--I wanted him now more than ever...
So here I am, on all fours with no pants or underwear on and Mr. Government is screwing my brains out from behind. Thrusting harder and harder...trying to go deeper and deeper. I was gasping for air, and could feel my body climaxing...."I want us to cum together...I am going to hold out until you are ready, tell me when you are there". And I tortured him!! I held out for as long as I could as he worked and worked to make me cum! It felt so fucking amazing...
"Oh God! was all I remember saying as we both came together and we collapsed on the seats. " That was unbelievable...."go in me one more time". And he did, just sitting inside of me as he kissed my neck. There was no need for words....there was no need to say that is was amazing..we both felt it.
Well, I had an appointment that I had to get to. What was suppose to be 15 minutes of coffee turned into almost two hours of play. We cleaned ourselves up (thankfully I had baby wipes in the car). And, well the gum thing surfaced again. the rubber had a hard time coming off and the napkin he used--stuck to his penis. I was dying of laughter (and he was just shaking his head and laughing). Well I am certainly not a dull screw!
I can't remember the last time I screwed in a car. It was totally RAW and CLASSLESS!! I can think of probably 100 more distasteful words but with each one--I can say...it was unbelievable.....it was hot....it was EXACTLY what I needed.
I like the calmer Mr. Government and giggled as he returned to the cautious man. Cleaning up the forensics, placing his gun back into place....back to the three letter man. Making sure not one of my hairs were left....back to Joe Paranoia and kind of cute.
I kissed him goodby....I didn't want to talk. Really, it was a perfect afternoon and anything that would have been said would have ruined it. I could live with this if this was it. I don't think this is it BUT if it were--it was hot, it was intense and I really needed it.
"See ya in 6 months", I yelled out my window and laughed..and I just pulled away.
Okay, I had a really hard time going to my next meeting. I felt like I had a "JFL" (JUST FUCKED LOOK). I had them all the time in college.....my face would scream--she just got laid. My mind floated around, I had three more meetings...somehow I made it through them all with a definite smile.
So driving home, I re-lived the day over and over. What great sex it was! And I giggled how at one point during it, I seriously was thinking...man, this is a great blog entry!! I really did...as I was hitting my head against the door as he was thrusting inside of me....
Sigh! I needed that! Have a great weekend. tonight I am going to go to sleep and sleep like a baby....I am soooooooooooooooo content!! SWEET WET DREAMS!! XOXOX
Couldn't Get Laid if I was in the middle of Times Square Naked!
Last night was hysterical. Now, this is so typical of my life right now. So many men YET no penis to fulfill me. I swear if I was lying naked in Times Square......with my legs open wide..waiting for a penis..... something would happen to every man who came near me. Hit by a car, killed by a drug dealer, mugged...something....there is someone upstairs working over time to keep me out of trouble.
Went to a party last night in the city. Originally I was going with a friend who I cannot discuss my secret lovers life with so I made no plans to see any of my potentials (Curious George, Mr. Government, Mr. Heart and a new contender-- who is also a doctor and is also not related to my work in anyway).
So now I was meeting a different friend who was meeting me at the party. Which means that I have total freedom BEFORE the party and AFTER the party. Excellent opportunity to get in touch with one of my City Secret Lovers.
First stop, Curious George. We have been webcamming for a long time and have never met face to face. I really wanted to meet....just to have lunch, coffee, something. I knew there would be no serious sexual play BUT I really wanted to meet him face to face. He's always careful, so I don't call...he does check his IM though on a regular basis. I IM'd him...no response in two days. I took that as he couldn't make it (turns out he hadn't signed on THOSE TWO DAYS). Called him from the train just to say hi! Can't blame the guy, but glad I got to hear his voice.
Next stop, Mr. Heart. We were suppose to meet this week so this would be a perfect opportunity. He did through the night before but hey, how often does Cheri come to the city. "Call me before you leave the party. And I will meet you after". We were only 10 blocks away from each other. Perfect opportunity. I called him before, his phone was still off. Called him again after--his phone was still off. So, I was blown off....he probably didn't get up or just didn't feel like meeting me. So guess who is quite pissed today. At least pick up say you are sorry but you are exhausted. Well, not even a call today. I have been through this before with others and well I don't want to go down that path again. I am not going to call and I'm not going to put up with bullshit. I'm getting too old.....lol.
The new contender happened to call me--he didn't know I was in the city. Unfortunately, I didn't hear the phone and he left a message....strike three. Three men and I am out. It was kind of humorous...but now the real hysterical of all the scenerios.
Mr. Government and I have been trying to meet for coffee for two weeks now. Everytime he calls, I have plans I can't break. Last night, he texted me...."meet me for coffee tonight, please"! Yeah, I'm all the way in the city.....he's by me. Way too funny. We keep missing each other by a 2 hour window every time. Sigh! We spoke as I was taking the train home. I do miss him. There is a certain comfort level with him. There is a certain....familiarity. And I feel so protected when I am with him. Like for a change, I don't have to be the strong one unless I want to be. I know, its Mr. Government. I don't know....confusion.
Well I did not meet ANY MAN!! That is correct, FREE, 4 men and I still couldn't get laid. Actually, I found it quite humorous but if I don't get laid soon......I may die!!
I came home and masturbated thinking about these men. Thinking about how it would be like to have sex with them......thinking about having sex with them....damn...I need to get laid.
Went to a party last night in the city. Originally I was going with a friend who I cannot discuss my secret lovers life with so I made no plans to see any of my potentials (Curious George, Mr. Government, Mr. Heart and a new contender-- who is also a doctor and is also not related to my work in anyway).
So now I was meeting a different friend who was meeting me at the party. Which means that I have total freedom BEFORE the party and AFTER the party. Excellent opportunity to get in touch with one of my City Secret Lovers.
First stop, Curious George. We have been webcamming for a long time and have never met face to face. I really wanted to meet....just to have lunch, coffee, something. I knew there would be no serious sexual play BUT I really wanted to meet him face to face. He's always careful, so I don't call...he does check his IM though on a regular basis. I IM'd him...no response in two days. I took that as he couldn't make it (turns out he hadn't signed on THOSE TWO DAYS). Called him from the train just to say hi! Can't blame the guy, but glad I got to hear his voice.
Next stop, Mr. Heart. We were suppose to meet this week so this would be a perfect opportunity. He did through the night before but hey, how often does Cheri come to the city. "Call me before you leave the party. And I will meet you after". We were only 10 blocks away from each other. Perfect opportunity. I called him before, his phone was still off. Called him again after--his phone was still off. So, I was blown off....he probably didn't get up or just didn't feel like meeting me. So guess who is quite pissed today. At least pick up say you are sorry but you are exhausted. Well, not even a call today. I have been through this before with others and well I don't want to go down that path again. I am not going to call and I'm not going to put up with bullshit. I'm getting too old.....lol.
The new contender happened to call me--he didn't know I was in the city. Unfortunately, I didn't hear the phone and he left a message....strike three. Three men and I am out. It was kind of humorous...but now the real hysterical of all the scenerios.
Mr. Government and I have been trying to meet for coffee for two weeks now. Everytime he calls, I have plans I can't break. Last night, he texted me...."meet me for coffee tonight, please"! Yeah, I'm all the way in the city.....he's by me. Way too funny. We keep missing each other by a 2 hour window every time. Sigh! We spoke as I was taking the train home. I do miss him. There is a certain comfort level with him. There is a certain....familiarity. And I feel so protected when I am with him. Like for a change, I don't have to be the strong one unless I want to be. I know, its Mr. Government. I don't know....confusion.
Well I did not meet ANY MAN!! That is correct, FREE, 4 men and I still couldn't get laid. Actually, I found it quite humorous but if I don't get laid soon......I may die!!
I came home and masturbated thinking about these men. Thinking about how it would be like to have sex with them......thinking about having sex with them....damn...I need to get laid.
Well HE was satisfied
You are all cracking me up!! I wish I could say Yes she got it! But, as with anything, its more complicated than that.....
I am not crazy about this guy. Why? Because of the way he treats her. He's extremely selfish. And he treats her worse than Mr. Government treats me. They met in a parking lot. They began to fool around. Mandy is excellent AND loves giving blow jobs BUT she also loves sex. However, this guy can never make it to the sex part 99% of the time.
She began to blow him and within a nano second....(Seriously maybe 10 seconds) he comes. Now this is not the first time, he does this all the time. He makes sure he comes in her mouth so that his car doesn't get dirty and its over. In addition, before she can even swallow--he's telling her this can never happen again (kind of a broken record already).
Selfish, selfish, selfish!!! I don't like men like that. Fair is fair. Orgasm for Orgasm. Each of you should get something out of it. Now nothing is wrong with giving a blow job as long as the other person is getting something out of IT doesn't have to be actually orgasm for orgasm but it needs to be a mutually pleasurable experience. She's not getting a return here over and over and over again....
Three times, he managed to get inside of her and all three times he had a came within seconds. The man has a problem. But that's not even what gets me..... its his attitude after. If he was caring and friendly and showed her some respect---hey fucking isn't everything. But he's a real dick.
So that's the story...didn't want to keep you hanging!! Actually have my own hysterical story but I have to get to work.... it was one of those typical Cheri nights....lots of men and I still didn't get laid. I think I am going to explode..all I keep thinking about is a penis inside of me and raw sex. The pressure is truly building....masturbation is not enough anymore....I NEED A PENIS!!
I am not crazy about this guy. Why? Because of the way he treats her. He's extremely selfish. And he treats her worse than Mr. Government treats me. They met in a parking lot. They began to fool around. Mandy is excellent AND loves giving blow jobs BUT she also loves sex. However, this guy can never make it to the sex part 99% of the time.
She began to blow him and within a nano second....(Seriously maybe 10 seconds) he comes. Now this is not the first time, he does this all the time. He makes sure he comes in her mouth so that his car doesn't get dirty and its over. In addition, before she can even swallow--he's telling her this can never happen again (kind of a broken record already).
Selfish, selfish, selfish!!! I don't like men like that. Fair is fair. Orgasm for Orgasm. Each of you should get something out of it. Now nothing is wrong with giving a blow job as long as the other person is getting something out of IT doesn't have to be actually orgasm for orgasm but it needs to be a mutually pleasurable experience. She's not getting a return here over and over and over again....
Three times, he managed to get inside of her and all three times he had a came within seconds. The man has a problem. But that's not even what gets me..... its his attitude after. If he was caring and friendly and showed her some respect---hey fucking isn't everything. But he's a real dick.
So that's the story...didn't want to keep you hanging!! Actually have my own hysterical story but I have to get to work.... it was one of those typical Cheri nights....lots of men and I still didn't get laid. I think I am going to explode..all I keep thinking about is a penis inside of me and raw sex. The pressure is truly building....masturbation is not enough anymore....I NEED A PENIS!!
Saturday, June 10, 2006
Way Too Much Fun!
The last two days, I have been having way too much fun. Actually, I kind of feel like a single person these days. Hubby is doing his own thing--distance is getting farther and farther. And 6 months ago, that would have upset me so, today I am totally okay with it.
Went out with a friend for a girl's night out. Oh yes my friend is MAndy. So needless to say, if you remember my escapades with Mandy in the past, we are dangerous with a few drinks in s. Well last night was no different. The bar we chose was known for their happy hour and boy did we get happy.
With alchohol always comes the danger of flirting. You know I love to flirt. Well I found some real nice flirting specimens. Aah! I love the mix of people at a bar. The guys are such variety. The suits---clean and conservative (on the outside only). The nice guys that you like to talk with. The hot guy who thinks he's just way too hot that you just want to see if you can flirt with him. The obnoxious guys who have no qualm telling you what they want to do with you. And the ones that you wish would just leave you alone. lol
It's like a dozen bagels...give me an assortment!! Well I decided to sample all the bagels!! Yup! I was there to have fun and flirt. I was a good girl (okay, you know there was one guy who caught my attention). And you know that Mr. Government was sure to make sure that he was in my head. He knew I was going out so he managed to send me enticing notes throughout the evening. So, I'm at the bar---and I was answering his note for me to behave. And I wrote, if your that worried come down here---gonna have one of your buds come arrest me for DWI? Hey, why don't you come down and handcuff me? I didn't know that this guy who I was eye flirting with was right behind me.
"well if you want to be arrested or handcuffed. YOu don't need the guy on the other end..my friends here and I are cops". I turn around, blushing and there was the guy whose eye I was catching throughout the night. Oh yes....he had even hotter eyes up front and a great smile. And let's see, about 12 cops were behind me. Now, how do I always get myself into things like this?? lol
So Mandy and I hung out with the cops for the rest of the night. They bought us drinks, we danced and we flirted. I went out to answer my phone and I wasn't surprised to see he went to the outside bar as well. Right there with me, I was debating...bad girl, good girl? I could just kiss him? You know I love to kiss....but I refrained. We were inches away and talking and he was waiting for me to make the move. May sound strange--but I wanted to but couldn't. With so much upheaval with all the frogs. I can't imagine adding another until some are put in the blender. And oh, I forgot. Earlier, I had given him my card. It was purely a professional gesture at the time (he needs my services) so I didn't want to push it now that he could get in contact with me at work.
So, I danced more with him and some other guys and flirted more and had a really statisfying night. Mandy, wasn't satisfied....she went off at midnight to suck face and fool around with her man. She made me drop her off to get her car, which I thought was crazy. Her husband would see it missing. Oh he did....he was calling all over AND almost called the cops thinking it was stolen. She really takes risks!
So that was my fun night! And found out last night a good friend of mine is hooking up with her contractor. Funny, that's how I started on this secret lovers lane journey. My body came alive when my contractor came over. I I can't understand what is going on
Went out with a friend for a girl's night out. Oh yes my friend is MAndy. So needless to say, if you remember my escapades with Mandy in the past, we are dangerous with a few drinks in s. Well last night was no different. The bar we chose was known for their happy hour and boy did we get happy.
With alchohol always comes the danger of flirting. You know I love to flirt. Well I found some real nice flirting specimens. Aah! I love the mix of people at a bar. The guys are such variety. The suits---clean and conservative (on the outside only). The nice guys that you like to talk with. The hot guy who thinks he's just way too hot that you just want to see if you can flirt with him. The obnoxious guys who have no qualm telling you what they want to do with you. And the ones that you wish would just leave you alone. lol
It's like a dozen bagels...give me an assortment!! Well I decided to sample all the bagels!! Yup! I was there to have fun and flirt. I was a good girl (okay, you know there was one guy who caught my attention). And you know that Mr. Government was sure to make sure that he was in my head. He knew I was going out so he managed to send me enticing notes throughout the evening. So, I'm at the bar---and I was answering his note for me to behave. And I wrote, if your that worried come down here---gonna have one of your buds come arrest me for DWI? Hey, why don't you come down and handcuff me? I didn't know that this guy who I was eye flirting with was right behind me.
"well if you want to be arrested or handcuffed. YOu don't need the guy on the other end..my friends here and I are cops". I turn around, blushing and there was the guy whose eye I was catching throughout the night. Oh yes....he had even hotter eyes up front and a great smile. And let's see, about 12 cops were behind me. Now, how do I always get myself into things like this?? lol
So Mandy and I hung out with the cops for the rest of the night. They bought us drinks, we danced and we flirted. I went out to answer my phone and I wasn't surprised to see he went to the outside bar as well. Right there with me, I was debating...bad girl, good girl? I could just kiss him? You know I love to kiss....but I refrained. We were inches away and talking and he was waiting for me to make the move. May sound strange--but I wanted to but couldn't. With so much upheaval with all the frogs. I can't imagine adding another until some are put in the blender. And oh, I forgot. Earlier, I had given him my card. It was purely a professional gesture at the time (he needs my services) so I didn't want to push it now that he could get in contact with me at work.
So, I danced more with him and some other guys and flirted more and had a really statisfying night. Mandy, wasn't satisfied....she went off at midnight to suck face and fool around with her man. She made me drop her off to get her car, which I thought was crazy. Her husband would see it missing. Oh he did....he was calling all over AND almost called the cops thinking it was stolen. She really takes risks!
So that was my fun night! And found out last night a good friend of mine is hooking up with her contractor. Funny, that's how I started on this secret lovers lane journey. My body came alive when my contractor came over. I I can't understand what is going on
Thursday, June 08, 2006
Childhood Bad Girl Friends and Dysfunctional Frogs
Nothing is like an old friend. Today I played hooky and hung out with my best friend since first grade. I felt like a little girl giggling and just catching up. Our conversations may have changed but are friendship is one that you know will last forever. She doesn't live close--so I can't get enough of the time we do get to spend together.
Today for lunch we went to the new "IN" place in my area. All the beautiful people with the fancy cars were there....oh boy--there was some fine eye candy (for both men and women). As we were eating, I noticed this hot man at the bar. Our eyes met a few times during the lunch but honestly, I was more interested in talking with my best friend.
Of course, after our second glass of wine--I mentioned to her that there were these two cuties at the bar. They were doing some wine tastings. When I went to the bathroom, I came back and she was gone. Well I know her for years and years and years...and I had no problem knowing exactly where she was. I walked over to the bar.
My girlfriend is a great flirt. She is very bold in introduction. She wasn't always like that. She will tell you growing up that she was the ugliest, the most unpopular in our group (but I don't agree). But she has a boldness that I never possessed. Her thoughts are "you were always the pretty and popular one--you waited for them to come to you". I think I am just shy.
Well, needless to say...the gentleman was from a winery and the other gentleman was the owner. We became part of their wine tasting. What a hysterical afternoon. Just sitting there, tasting some of the finest wines of California and just chatting with two hot men (and with my childhood friend). Man, I can't think of anything better. Nothing happened...oh yes, we flirted, oh yes they know where I work and other things about us--but it was just fun flirting that for married people were enjoying yet knowing their bounds.
WE sat in my car for another half hour to sober up before driving and just giggled and remincsed. Oh, what great times we had. AAh! How she won't let me live down the Most Eager To Please vote I got or some other funky stuff.
It's funny how everyone always thought that I would have a life like hers. I was goal oriented organized, always dating successful guys and into the charity thing.....funny how life takes its turns. Don't get me wrong--I am soooo happy that she has that life with a great husband who she adores and is her best friend. It's just ironic how life takes its turns.
Well we parted and its never enough time. I was left with a severed headache from all the wines I mixed. But it was a fun day.
In the dysfunctional frog area, it has been a very strange few days. Let's just say--I am being so baited these days. Mr. Government--I told him he needs a girl to just fuck and run and I'm not it. Of course, pushing him away, made him return more (very frustrating). I got a response from Chris to my closure letter. And I can't even go into that email tonight.
And then there is Mr. Heart. I am really starting to like this guy. He calls, he leaves me little messages, he makes me smile. He isn't afraid that I am going to get close to him. He isn't afraid that I may LIKE him a little. He doesn't feel he needs to put a wall up, constantly set boundaries. And you know, I feel good about it. When I don't feel like someone is pushing me away, I don't feel I have to get closer. Security? Don't know exactly what it is BUT I do know...its peace. its normalcy and I really like it. A change from the other lying dysfunctional frogs....I hope it remains like this. He certainly has potential.
Sweet Dreams!
Today for lunch we went to the new "IN" place in my area. All the beautiful people with the fancy cars were there....oh boy--there was some fine eye candy (for both men and women). As we were eating, I noticed this hot man at the bar. Our eyes met a few times during the lunch but honestly, I was more interested in talking with my best friend.
Of course, after our second glass of wine--I mentioned to her that there were these two cuties at the bar. They were doing some wine tastings. When I went to the bathroom, I came back and she was gone. Well I know her for years and years and years...and I had no problem knowing exactly where she was. I walked over to the bar.
My girlfriend is a great flirt. She is very bold in introduction. She wasn't always like that. She will tell you growing up that she was the ugliest, the most unpopular in our group (but I don't agree). But she has a boldness that I never possessed. Her thoughts are "you were always the pretty and popular one--you waited for them to come to you". I think I am just shy.
Well, needless to say...the gentleman was from a winery and the other gentleman was the owner. We became part of their wine tasting. What a hysterical afternoon. Just sitting there, tasting some of the finest wines of California and just chatting with two hot men (and with my childhood friend). Man, I can't think of anything better. Nothing happened...oh yes, we flirted, oh yes they know where I work and other things about us--but it was just fun flirting that for married people were enjoying yet knowing their bounds.
WE sat in my car for another half hour to sober up before driving and just giggled and remincsed. Oh, what great times we had. AAh! How she won't let me live down the Most Eager To Please vote I got or some other funky stuff.
It's funny how everyone always thought that I would have a life like hers. I was goal oriented organized, always dating successful guys and into the charity thing.....funny how life takes its turns. Don't get me wrong--I am soooo happy that she has that life with a great husband who she adores and is her best friend. It's just ironic how life takes its turns.
Well we parted and its never enough time. I was left with a severed headache from all the wines I mixed. But it was a fun day.
In the dysfunctional frog area, it has been a very strange few days. Let's just say--I am being so baited these days. Mr. Government--I told him he needs a girl to just fuck and run and I'm not it. Of course, pushing him away, made him return more (very frustrating). I got a response from Chris to my closure letter. And I can't even go into that email tonight.
And then there is Mr. Heart. I am really starting to like this guy. He calls, he leaves me little messages, he makes me smile. He isn't afraid that I am going to get close to him. He isn't afraid that I may LIKE him a little. He doesn't feel he needs to put a wall up, constantly set boundaries. And you know, I feel good about it. When I don't feel like someone is pushing me away, I don't feel I have to get closer. Security? Don't know exactly what it is BUT I do know...its peace. its normalcy and I really like it. A change from the other lying dysfunctional frogs....I hope it remains like this. He certainly has potential.
Sweet Dreams!
Tuesday, June 06, 2006
06/06/06 If anyday, today is the day to be naughty!
666- June 6th 2006 06/06/06
Aah! The devil. I personally think that today is the day that it's a freebie. If you do something wrong, it's not your fault. It's the day of the devil.
Sadly, I was too busy working to do anything that bad. Had a blow out fight with Mr. Goverment over email today. He happened to text me as I was passing his house. I'm never in his neck of the woods but decided to see what his house looked like since I was literally a block away...I drove by and continued on my way. Then he texted me....I just answered....this is funny, I am driving through your town. Well, he flipped....what are you up to? What are you doing there? Hmmmm....last time I checked I was allowed to make a stop for work and head home. Can you imagine if he knew I drove passed his house?? Well let's just say, it got ugly. I basically told him that he needs to take a chill pill....damn he is so strung tightly!!
But on a nicer note......I am really starting to like Mr Heart. We have such nice conversations, he's so sweet to me "Hey Beautiful" what a great way to start a conversation. He calls me when ever he can....he is trying to get time off for us to hang out. It's something strange, it's bizarre--oh wait!! it's possibly a NORMAL MAN!! Something I haven't found very often.
The Doctor I met the other night on the site is Mr. One Liner....I'm getting hung up on you. I think about you...... oh boy....Mr. Sweet Talker to the max...he's definitely sweet talking those ladies on the site. Very into the chat room.
I had to share this pix with you. Now this is a little over the top there.
So what did you do for 666?? I wore no underwear today and a skirt. IT was exciting that no one knew I had nothing under that skirt. I even played a little while I was driving.
Aah but that is not naughty enough. Wow, I have 3 hours left...I need to do something naughty...something a little crazy but what? What can I do with such short notice? Damn, I missed a free day to be wild! If I set my computer back one day, can I have the day again tomorrow??
Aah! The devil. I personally think that today is the day that it's a freebie. If you do something wrong, it's not your fault. It's the day of the devil.
Sadly, I was too busy working to do anything that bad. Had a blow out fight with Mr. Goverment over email today. He happened to text me as I was passing his house. I'm never in his neck of the woods but decided to see what his house looked like since I was literally a block away...I drove by and continued on my way. Then he texted me....I just answered....this is funny, I am driving through your town. Well, he flipped....what are you up to? What are you doing there? Hmmmm....last time I checked I was allowed to make a stop for work and head home. Can you imagine if he knew I drove passed his house?? Well let's just say, it got ugly. I basically told him that he needs to take a chill pill....damn he is so strung tightly!!
But on a nicer note......I am really starting to like Mr Heart. We have such nice conversations, he's so sweet to me "Hey Beautiful" what a great way to start a conversation. He calls me when ever he can....he is trying to get time off for us to hang out. It's something strange, it's bizarre--oh wait!! it's possibly a NORMAL MAN!! Something I haven't found very often.
The Doctor I met the other night on the site is Mr. One Liner....I'm getting hung up on you. I think about you...... oh boy....Mr. Sweet Talker to the max...he's definitely sweet talking those ladies on the site. Very into the chat room.
I had to share this pix with you. Now this is a little over the top there.
So what did you do for 666?? I wore no underwear today and a skirt. IT was exciting that no one knew I had nothing under that skirt. I even played a little while I was driving.Aah but that is not naughty enough. Wow, I have 3 hours left...I need to do something naughty...something a little crazy but what? What can I do with such short notice? Damn, I missed a free day to be wild! If I set my computer back one day, can I have the day again tomorrow??
Sunday, June 04, 2006
"You're So Horny".....A parody written for me!
You know I am beginning to like the idea of someone else taking control in the bed...however, in everyday life, I am a control nut. So you can imagine how furious I am that something has taken control of my computer. Some security thing is ruling my life....I cannot answer emails so if you have written that is why I haven't answered. I can't get rid of it and it is infuriating me! I feel restricted, violated and it is certainly not in a good way. Not being able to answer emails, being kicked off a Literati game when I am winning....I am getting more and more angry. And why? www.securitytodate.net comes up everytime I load the damn internet. Your computer is infected, learn how to solve the problem keeps popping up.....It changes my pop up blocking when it wants to....I am flipping!!!! Does this company really think I am going to buy their software now? I want to rip their balls off...thats it!! Does anyone know what I can do? Can you help this damsel in distress.....
Anyway, back to my blog.
Hale McKay was sweet enough to write me a song AND also send a great cartoon....so tonight's post is technically not mine...So I guess Hale is my guest blogger for the evening. Thank you sweetheart, you had me laughing hysterical!!! So here goes! Unfortunately, I can't load the pix tonight because of this mean computer thing. But I will, as soon as I get this bastard out of my life...
(Your So Vain by Carly Simon is the tune)! Let's all sing together....
You walked into Secret Lovers Lane
Like you were walking into an affair.
Your fly strategically upzipped low
And I saw a big bulge was there.
You had one hand on my tits
And your finger in my ctoch hair
And both of my nipples
Were getting hard and and harder
Geting hard and harder...and..
You're so horny
You probably think we're gonna fuck
You're so horny
I'll bet you think we're gonna fuck
Don't you? Don't you?
You had me several minutes ago
When I was all hot and wet
Well you said that I had such a great pair
And that you couldn't leave me alone
But you came in globs and globs
And it was all in me
I had done creamed
And there stains on the sheets
Stains on the sheets and
You're so horny
You probably think we're gonna fuck again
You're so horny
I'll bet you think we're gonna fuck again
Won't you? Won't you?
Well I let you mount me again
And your cock quickly rose
And you blew your jizzum load
Deep and far into my womb.
Well you'r wher you should be in my pussy
And when your' not, you're in
my open mouth
Or between my ample tits
Between my ample tits and
We're so horny
You probably think you're gonna get it up again
We're so horny
I'll bet I can help you get it up again
Won't we? Won't we?
Anyway, back to my blog.
Hale McKay was sweet enough to write me a song AND also send a great cartoon....so tonight's post is technically not mine...So I guess Hale is my guest blogger for the evening. Thank you sweetheart, you had me laughing hysterical!!! So here goes! Unfortunately, I can't load the pix tonight because of this mean computer thing. But I will, as soon as I get this bastard out of my life...
(Your So Vain by Carly Simon is the tune)! Let's all sing together....
You walked into Secret Lovers Lane
Like you were walking into an affair.
Your fly strategically upzipped low
And I saw a big bulge was there.
You had one hand on my tits
And your finger in my ctoch hair
And both of my nipples
Were getting hard and and harder
Geting hard and harder...and..
You're so horny
You probably think we're gonna fuck
You're so horny
I'll bet you think we're gonna fuck
Don't you? Don't you?
You had me several minutes ago
When I was all hot and wet
Well you said that I had such a great pair
And that you couldn't leave me alone
But you came in globs and globs
And it was all in me
I had done creamed
And there stains on the sheets
Stains on the sheets and
You're so horny
You probably think we're gonna fuck again
You're so horny
I'll bet you think we're gonna fuck again
Won't you? Won't you?
Well I let you mount me again
And your cock quickly rose
And you blew your jizzum load
Deep and far into my womb.
Well you'r wher you should be in my pussy
And when your' not, you're in
my open mouth
Or between my ample tits
Between my ample tits and
We're so horny
You probably think you're gonna get it up again
We're so horny
I'll bet I can help you get it up again
Won't we? Won't we?
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