Hey Baby,
This is a very hard note for me to write. I usually don’t walk away from things when I know it is right. I knew you were headed for a really rough, rough road but I was willing to take that journey with you. I am used to rollercoasters in life and the joy,the fun and the connection we found -was worth the ride. But after Friday night, I realize now that you really do want to do it on your own.
I have been dating for awhile and never let someone in like I let you in. Why? Because there is just something there that was so special. I found this quote that touches on it….
“Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.”
Alexander Smith
The connection we found doesn’t come every day and it’s a hard thing to let go of. It’s hard to slow down something that feels so good. And now it is scary that we found something we may never find again. It’s scary that it is going to totally die, we are going to drift and we will never find each other again. But timing is everything and as much as it hurts—I guess we are going to have to let it lie there and always wonder what potential we had. Who knows, maybe we will find each other again, the timing will be right and we will have saved something special. Only time will tell.
I will tell you-I loved what we had these past two months. You made me feel so special. You made me feel alive, you made my body sing. Our kisses are kisses I never felt before. You have taught me it exists, and that I should never settle for less of a kiss or connection. Our rocking, our deep conversations, our sexual connection, our laughs, our similarities, the tub, your oral skills, you knowing how to make me cum, the shower, “yeah yeah”, our being the same person…lol, you knowing what I am thinking…..it was amazing! We never got to share a cream cheese and jelly sandwich though. We had so much in such a short period of time. Who knows, maybe we will be The Notebook.
My heart aches that you don’t want me there for you now. Promise me, you won’t disappear into that darkness. Promise me, you will try to look at the positive and have hope….and I promise you that it is going to work out if you fight the darkness. You have so much potential, I wish you believed in yourself. So, I am including two sheets of quotes….one, to remind you of what we had and how special it was and the other, to remind you of how much potential you have and to hopefully give you some support to help you find yourself.
I don’t want to say good by. I am glad we at least ended in an okay place, and I realized last night we both had the same fears and concerns. We can try and talk sometimes, if it doesn’t hurt too much.
I care a lot about you. I hope you find what you are looking for…
Xoxo
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.”
If Our Stars Align…Look out to the horizon,
A whole world lies beyond
The path of life shall guide you
And move you swiftly on,
There’s new things to discover
And unseen sights to see
The road stretches before you
No one knows just how far,
And whatever may befall you
Just remember who you are
If others try to change you,
Think who you want to be,
You’ll find you’ve reached your limit,
When you can go no more,
And you’ll always have our memories
Of good times we’ve had before
So when you’ve done with what you need to do,
And you remember the lost connection we had was key
Hopefully, we will be in the same place at that time and
And begin a new journey for you and me.
You can close your eyes to the things you do not want to see, but you cannot close your heart to the things you do not want to feel.”
I don't pretend to know what a special connection is for everyone, but I can tell you what it is for me; connecting is knowing all about someone, and still wanting to be with them more than any other person, connecting is trusting them enough to tell them everything about yourself, including the things you might be ashamed of, connecting is feeling comfortable and safe with someone, but still getting weak knees when they walk into a room and smile at you.”
A friend is someone who gives you total freedom to be yourself. Jim Morrison
For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul.”
“Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.” Alexander Smith
If you love something set it free, if it comes back its yours, if it doesn’t it never was.
Or a version I thought you might like….If you love something set it free, if it comes back its yours, if it doesn’t, hunt it down and kill it…(I had to add a little giggle! Lol)
If At First You Don’t Succeed.
Failure doesn’t mean – “You are a failure,”
It means – You just didn’t succeed at that one thing.
It doesn’t mean– “You accomplished nothing,”
It means – You have learned something.
It doesn’t mean – “You have been a fool,”
It means – You had a lot of faith.
It doesn’t mean – “You don’t have it,”
It means – You were willing to try.
It doesn’t mean – “You are inferior,”
It means – You are not perfect.
It doesn’t mean – “You’ve wasted your life,”
It means – You have a reason to start afresh.
It doesn’t mean – “You should give up,”
It means – “You must try harder.
It doesn’t mean – “You’ll never make it,”
It means – It will take a little longer.
It doesn’t mean – “God has abandoned you,”
It means – God has a better way for you.
People often say that this or that person has not yet found himself. But the self is not something one finds, it is something one creates. ~Thomas Szasz, "Personal Conduct," The Second Sin, 1973
Never mind searching for who you are. Search for the person you aspire to be. ~Robert Brault,
Man cannot remake himself without suffering, for he is both the marble and the sculptor.~Dr. Alexis Carrel
If you can go through life without experiencing pain you probably haven’t been born yet. ~Neil Simon
If you aren't sure who you are, you might as well work on who you want to be. ~Robert Brault,
Believe in yourself! Have faith in your abilities! Without a humble but reasonable confidence in your own powers you cannot be successful or happy. Norman Vincent Peale
The first step toward success is taken when you refuse to be a captive of the environment in which you first find yourself. Mark Caine
We make the world we live in and shape our own environment. Orison Swett Marden
Happiness is not something you postpone for the future; it is something you design for the present.
Ideas shape the course of history. John Maynard Keynes
Your present circumstances don't determine where you can go; they merely determine where you start.
Nido Qubein
“But there is suffering in life & there are defeats. No one can avoid them. But it's better to lose some of the battles in the struggles for your dreams than to be defeated without ever knowing what you're fighting for.”
“You are the Fate of Your Own Destiny”-
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Tuesday, February 23, 2010
A Shot Of Reality
Mr. Astronaut has been keeping a little distance. His normal banter throughout the day had stopped. He claimed he has a lot going on in his mind. I had a couple of hours today and told him to come over...he couldn't get over. Okay, I am feeling a little distance.
I just want to fuck him. I just want to play. He's not someone I want to get serious with just sexually serious with. Meeting in fun places, last minute, popping in mornings to fuck me before work. However, Once again, a man who thinks he knows it all. Finally I say to him. Okay, what's up? Don't pretend there is nothing. I know you for eight months now and this is a little bullshit lines you are feeding me. Are you not into us anymore?
What do you mean by us? he writes back
"Us? You and me and us fooling around"....and then lighting bolts go off in my head and I am feeling a deja vu again. Another man who is afraid of closeness. Another man who is reading my mind and emotions. Grrrr....and now a rush comes over me. Is this going to be another man who pushes me away everytime HE feels that I am getting too close.
"I have no intention of falling for you. We are just having fun."
"but you will" he answers
Cocky bastard so damn sure I will fall in love with him? "How do you know that you won't fall for me?"
"I won't. I have real control"
Aaaaah...."So if I get close to you...you will run?"
"Definitely" was his reply.
And so I began to laugh to myself. I sure know how to pick them. I sure know how to find every man who is afraid of emotion, closeness, desire. And as you can imagine my head starts to spin.
"You know you are missing out on so much. When I fool around, I jump in with two feet. No expectations of a future just enjoy the high with no walls. that's what makes it so hot. The boundaries and walls are down. Reality is, when its over, it hurts really bad but it hurts whether you give your all or you don't. You just move on. I want the high....I want that high of lust and passion. I am sorry you feel you have to have all those walls."
"I am used to disappointing people. I gotta go. ttyl" he wrote. Wow....here we go. I personally think he is the one who is feeling more and it is scaring him. I am not even in that place. He's a nice guy, I lust him but please..I am not loving him, I am enjoying the sexual contact and the foreplay. If he only knew the connections that I have had. This one hasn't even hit level 2. And I realized now, he stopped talking about threesomes the last few days since we were first together. Maybe he is afraid of the attachment or something?!
My final words, an hour later. "I think we should go back to our original plan. fuck each others brains out, spend two to three hours fulfilling each other and then we can move on". There was no response from him although I know he read it.
So what the hell is going on here?
I just want to fuck him. I just want to play. He's not someone I want to get serious with just sexually serious with. Meeting in fun places, last minute, popping in mornings to fuck me before work. However, Once again, a man who thinks he knows it all. Finally I say to him. Okay, what's up? Don't pretend there is nothing. I know you for eight months now and this is a little bullshit lines you are feeding me. Are you not into us anymore?
What do you mean by us? he writes back
"Us? You and me and us fooling around"....and then lighting bolts go off in my head and I am feeling a deja vu again. Another man who is afraid of closeness. Another man who is reading my mind and emotions. Grrrr....and now a rush comes over me. Is this going to be another man who pushes me away everytime HE feels that I am getting too close.
"I have no intention of falling for you. We are just having fun."
"but you will" he answers
Cocky bastard so damn sure I will fall in love with him? "How do you know that you won't fall for me?"
"I won't. I have real control"
Aaaaah...."So if I get close to you...you will run?"
"Definitely" was his reply.
And so I began to laugh to myself. I sure know how to pick them. I sure know how to find every man who is afraid of emotion, closeness, desire. And as you can imagine my head starts to spin.
"You know you are missing out on so much. When I fool around, I jump in with two feet. No expectations of a future just enjoy the high with no walls. that's what makes it so hot. The boundaries and walls are down. Reality is, when its over, it hurts really bad but it hurts whether you give your all or you don't. You just move on. I want the high....I want that high of lust and passion. I am sorry you feel you have to have all those walls."
"I am used to disappointing people. I gotta go. ttyl" he wrote. Wow....here we go. I personally think he is the one who is feeling more and it is scaring him. I am not even in that place. He's a nice guy, I lust him but please..I am not loving him, I am enjoying the sexual contact and the foreplay. If he only knew the connections that I have had. This one hasn't even hit level 2. And I realized now, he stopped talking about threesomes the last few days since we were first together. Maybe he is afraid of the attachment or something?!
My final words, an hour later. "I think we should go back to our original plan. fuck each others brains out, spend two to three hours fulfilling each other and then we can move on". There was no response from him although I know he read it.
So what the hell is going on here?
Monday, February 22, 2010
Mr. Astronaut stops by for an almost booty call
I was home working and couldn't concentrate. I sent Mr. Astronaut a text "Where are u?" At work, he said. When is your break? What are you thinking? he sends with a little smiley face.
Oh he knows what I am thinking. "I am thinking that I want to screw the crap out of you and suck you until you cum." I'll be over in an hour.
Showered, shave, sexy underwear, lots of lip gloss, makeup, and my silk robe with my leopard fuck me shoes. Now we are ready to go. Just as I finish, he texts me, open the door. There he was looking hot as ever and I pull him in, close the door and push him against my door with a lustful kiss as if I haven't seen him in years. I take his hand and lead him upstairs. We are chatting but we both are thinking about what we are going to do.
I rip his pants off and throw him on my bed. Aren't you going to close the drapes? Nope, lets let the world see. My room is high up so no one can see in but I have these huge windows that while its hot because it feels like the world is watching us, it sucks because it is so damn light and sunny in there. I have to think of a way to fix that....grrr... Anyway, I pulled off all his clothes and immediately began sucking his cock. And then he threw me off of him and began opening my robe and began to insert his finger inside of me. Oh man, he was searching for that g spot and was so close. Its raw there is no romance here. Wait, my toys. And I take his hand to my toy drawer. Oh shit, he laughed. Yes, its starting to fill up with vibrators, dildos, nipple clamps, oils, rubbers, ropes, blindfolds....its starting to become a great collection. He grabs my favorite vibrator and we are back on my bed. He is kneeling and playing with my nipples and thrusting the vibrator deep inside of me. I am sucking on his cock. The wetness is almost out of control, the vibrator is slipping deep inside of me and out...its so hot and a wave of orgasm overcomes me.
He's telling me how fucking hot it is to watch me cum. And then I throw him over and settle inbetween his legs. Your going to cum for me. Oh yeah, can I cum in your mouth? YES!! And so I work my magic on his cock. Licking his head, sucking his whole cock, he shoves my head down but I do not gag...I can hear his moan. And then has he is buried deep inside my throat--he shoots and it hits the back of my throat...I gag for a second but hold on and he shoots again and I gagged again but held on......and then he grabs my hair so my face is looking into his eyes and he just said...you are so fucking hot and such skill. we both laugh.
Now remember, he is the one with the serious cuddling issues. So I just got on top of him and we talked a little. No cuddling although it was so tempting to crawl into his arms. I told him he could shower....and then he began to look around at my room. Holy shit, your room is unbelievable. It does look great with my steam shower, huge tube and now my four poster bed. What a setup you have here. When he finished his shower and we kissed a little more, he went and took a tour of the rest of the house. He had helped me build my steps and he joked that he couldn't believe I had done them (and he didn't even fall). And then I realized he was in deep thought. Oh no. The thing I learned about him is that he loves to save women. And honestly, while I am suffering with the bills and you all know how tough my life is....I am fixing the house up amazing. And I do not look at all right now like I am suffering. After awhile he says...you have an amazing home. (I felt like I lost points on that one. I guess I was losing that slut image in his head. It would be harder for him to own me and control me. I remind him how I work so hard for it. Seeing my house may have been a mistake. I guess it takes the mystery out of the person).
He left and he grabbed me and started to pull me close. Today was so fucking hot. And then he was off. Who knows where this is going to take us.....
Mr. Astronaut is caught up in this threesome thing and us not having sex until we do it. After that, I will do whatever you want. Those words just seem so damn hot and since I have been fantasizing about a threesome, hey, I think its worth at least looking into it.
I was home working and couldn't concentrate. I send
Oh he knows what I am thinking. "I am thinking that I want to screw the crap out of you and suck you until you cum." I'll be over in an hour.
Showered, shave, sexy underwear, lots of lip gloss, makeup, and my silk robe with my leopard fuck me shoes. Now we are ready to go. Just as I finish, he texts me, open the door. There he was looking hot as ever and I pull him in, close the door and push him against my door with a lustful kiss as if I haven't seen him in years. I take his hand and lead him upstairs. We are chatting but we both are thinking about what we are going to do.
I rip his pants off and throw him on my bed. Aren't you going to close the drapes? Nope, lets let the world see. My room is high up so no one can see in but I have these huge windows that while its hot because it feels like the world is watching us, it sucks because it is so damn light and sunny in there. I have to think of a way to fix that....grrr... Anyway, I pulled off all his clothes and immediately began sucking his cock. And then he threw me off of him and began opening my robe and began to insert his finger inside of me. Oh man, he was searching for that g spot and was so close. Its raw there is no romance here. Wait, my toys. And I take his hand to my toy drawer. Oh shit, he laughed. Yes, its starting to fill up with vibrators, dildos, nipple clamps, oils, rubbers, ropes, blindfolds....its starting to become a great collection. He grabs my favorite vibrator and we are back on my bed. He is kneeling and playing with my nipples and thrusting the vibrator deep inside of me. I am sucking on his cock. The wetness is almost out of control, the vibrator is slipping deep inside of me and out...its so hot and a wave of orgasm overcomes me.
He's telling me how fucking hot it is to watch me cum. And then I throw him over and settle inbetween his legs. Your going to cum for me. Oh yeah, can I cum in your mouth? YES!! And so I work my magic on his cock. Licking his head, sucking his whole cock, he shoves my head down but I do not gag...I can hear his moan. And then has he is buried deep inside my throat--he shoots and it hits the back of my throat...I gag for a second but hold on and he shoots again and I gagged again but held on......and then he grabs my hair so my face is looking into his eyes and he just said...you are so fucking hot and such skill. we both laugh.
Now remember, he is the one with the serious cuddling issues. So I just got on top of him and we talked a little. No cuddling although it was so tempting to crawl into his arms. I told him he could shower....and then he began to look around at my room. Holy shit, your room is unbelievable. It does look great with my steam shower, huge tube and now my four poster bed. What a setup you have here. When he finished his shower and we kissed a little more, he went and took a tour of the rest of the house. He had helped me build my steps and he joked that he couldn't believe I had done them (and he didn't even fall). And then I realized he was in deep thought. Oh no. The thing I learned about him is that he loves to save women. And honestly, while I am suffering with the bills and you all know how tough my life is....I am fixing the house up amazing. And I do not look at all right now like I am suffering. After awhile he says...you have an amazing home. (I felt like I lost points on that one. I guess I was losing that slut image in his head. It would be harder for him to own me and control me. I remind him how I work so hard for it. Seeing my house may have been a mistake. I guess it takes the mystery out of the person).
He left and he grabbed me and started to pull me close. Today was so fucking hot. And then he was off. Who knows where this is going to take us.....
Mr. Astronaut is caught up in this threesome thing and us not having sex until we do it. After that, I will do whatever you want. Those words just seem so damn hot and since I have been fantasizing about a threesome, hey, I think its worth at least looking into it.
I was home working and couldn't concentrate. I send
Thursday, February 11, 2010
Passion, Desire, I NEED YOU NOW!
There is something about Mr. Astronaut. He is such oozing with sexuality. I have not felt such desire and lust for someone in a long, long time (Mystery Man). Just a three words..."where are u?" makes my panties wet.
If you have been following my blog, you will know that we met eight months ago. Haven't seen each other but have been in constant contact almost everyday or every other day. He has this fantasy of a threesome. His theory, if we don't do it first, we will get too emotionally attached and it will not happen. so we have been at a crossroad. Our main activity has been phone sex and pictures of me masturbating and his hard cock. You gotta admit, camera phones are such a dangerous thing. you can snap a pix and instanteously send it to someone. Most of my pix lately have been for him. He loves that high shiny lip gloss. He also thinks that I look sexy with no makeup, half asleep. My type of guy. If stilll think I am sexy just waking up, well then your a keeper.
I have been telling him, I want to see him again. His face is fuzzy. I need to see him in person. He said no, that we can't fool around. Its going to ruin everything. I convinced him that we could meet and kiss. Keep the spark going. Constant BBMs back and forth building up the anticipation. So here is the thing, I was on a mission. And when I want something bad enough, I go full force for it. Here's the thing. He's a law enforcement and our government does a great job of teaching these government agents how to keep their control and be disciplined. Frustrating to me yet even more of a challenge.
That evening, where are you? He was on the job, undercover somewhere in the area. He never tells me about his work and I don't ask anymore because he can't talk about it. I will say how is your day but that is about all I can get out of him or he's out in the field. Tonight I was determined to get him to meet me. He had a break coming up where he could get away for 15 minutes. Hmmmm....MEET ME. He hesitated. I just want to kiss you and give you a kiss you will never forget. I know you have limited time and you have to get back to the area but meet me so we can just kiss and then you can go on your way. I sent him a pix of me under the covers and smiling. Aaah....he couldn't resist. "A kiss and then I gotta get back. And don't get mad if I am on my way and I get a call that I gotta go back. I can get away for 15 minutes..that's it". Okay...so we rushed. I got dressed quickly and he started driving and I started driving and we were on the phone. we drove until we met. Luckily, I knew of a parking lot that wasn't very busy and I told him we should meet there.
I couldn't take the anticipation. I couldn't take the spontaneous excitement. This was like one of my slutty romance novels but it was happening to me. So damn hot. Like two animals in heat, we needed to meet. "Which is your car?" And he flashes his light so that I can see as I waited at the light. When I saw the lights flash, I could feel my pussy tighten. Somehow, someway I needed to get this guy. I cannot wait for a threesome because I don't know if I am ready for that. "I got a call, I gotta go back so hurry". CRAP...I rushed to his car.
I opened the door and I could feel the desire hit me like a swoosh. Oh, I was not going to be able to stop at a kiss. "Is this seat taken?" And I just jumped in his car and leaned over and began kissing him with so much passion, desire and lust that it was overwhelming. I kissed him like it was the last kiss I would ever experience in my life. With my hands on his face and moving to the back of his head. Our tongues entwined, our breath shallow, this was unbelievably hot. And he was so into it. Grabbing my hair, pulling me closer and there is no doubt in my mind that we are sooooo compatible. Sex would be insane.
I want to make you cum..he said to me and his hands went down my pants as I began to open his pants. NO...he said. I am going to make you cum. And I threw the seat back and he went in my pants....playing with my clit and then his fingers inside of me...I could hear the moan yet my mind was in some far off space of ecstasy. As he fingered me deeper and deeper and I got wetter and wetter...I could feel the rush of orgasm come over me and my body start to pulsate. the foreplay was the drive over and the anticipation, it was easy to make me cum with such foreplay.
However, I was determined to get into his pants. I opened his pants now and pulled his hard cock out. I kissed him again savagely, licked his ear and after a brief handjob I whispered....baby, I soooo neeed a taste. How could you resist? well he couldn't and I went down on him. I am not going to cum, he protests. If I cum then we will never do my threesome. And then I went to work giving him a superb blowjob. Licking and sucking and deep throating where you could hear his moans. Him pushing my head down but I was able to take his cock deeper and that just turned him on even more. He tried to pull me off, I had him so close, I could taste the pre-cum and he got me off for a second and then I went back down again. I could hear him moaning, it took every inch of discipline and control that he had not to cum.
I want us to fuck...I want to feel you inside of me, spreading my lips apart...feeling you so deep inside of me. "We don't have a condom". "I DO" hehehe....I had just bought condoms just in case for my house. I grabbed one as I was running out. Uggghhhh!! I could hear him say. You are making this impossible. Oh I wanted to just jump on that cock. "NO, I will be pissed if I do because you are perfect. you are the perfect girl except the threesome. If we fuck, we will get emotionally attached and not be able to do my fantasy. Its my bucket list. I need to do it". So you don't want to fuck me? I said it in a sexy whisper. "OMG! I am about to explode and I can't think of anything else I want to do right now. you make this impossible. OMG, you are so fucking hot". And then I went down on him again. I love to make him moan. BUT....he managed to keep the control.
I would have had him if he really didn't have to go. He was being noticed missing at this point and he had to get back. I gave him one more intense kiss and he grabbed me by the back of the hair. "You and I are going to be dangerous". And I kissed him gently and smiled and jumped out of the car. Within an hour, I was pulling back into my driveway. What an unbelievably hot 35 minutes. Holy crap...the passion, the sexual tension, the desire...it was amazing.
And while I didn't get him to cum. I have no doubt that he will fuck me soon. Before the threesome. there is no way he will not be able to. He text me after (and we have been trying to get our schedules to match up all week to meet again). "baby you have skills". Aaah, I think that is one of the best compliments. He told me he can't stop thinking about me. he can't stop fantasizing, he can't stop thinking of how amazing I am at sucking cock. Oh yes, this man will be in my bed by the end of the weekend.
Since we met, I am pleased to say that I really do think this guy is going to be something memorable in my life. I posted the threesome thing on a website, no responses yet. But I can see before we met, he wasn't going to see me until we had the threesome. I convinced him to meet me for a kiss and now, well I see he is swaying. I sent him a note...thanks for the sampler. He just started to laugh. Man, you are so damn perfect and so hot. YUM!!
But no matter what happens. I will never forget the anticipation of just jumping in a car and both of us driving towards each other until we both met on the road. You make your own destiny in life. My theory, you should shoot for moments like this. Let yourself go and make your slutty romance novels become reality. this is just another that goes down in history.
And now....he is going to stop off at my house tomorrow before he goes to work. Or at least we are trying to make that happen. My virgin bed.....are you going to allow some other man to de-virginize it?! I think he will give in tomorrow...the virgin bed is pulling him in!
If you have been following my blog, you will know that we met eight months ago. Haven't seen each other but have been in constant contact almost everyday or every other day. He has this fantasy of a threesome. His theory, if we don't do it first, we will get too emotionally attached and it will not happen. so we have been at a crossroad. Our main activity has been phone sex and pictures of me masturbating and his hard cock. You gotta admit, camera phones are such a dangerous thing. you can snap a pix and instanteously send it to someone. Most of my pix lately have been for him. He loves that high shiny lip gloss. He also thinks that I look sexy with no makeup, half asleep. My type of guy. If stilll think I am sexy just waking up, well then your a keeper.
I have been telling him, I want to see him again. His face is fuzzy. I need to see him in person. He said no, that we can't fool around. Its going to ruin everything. I convinced him that we could meet and kiss. Keep the spark going. Constant BBMs back and forth building up the anticipation. So here is the thing, I was on a mission. And when I want something bad enough, I go full force for it. Here's the thing. He's a law enforcement and our government does a great job of teaching these government agents how to keep their control and be disciplined. Frustrating to me yet even more of a challenge.
That evening, where are you? He was on the job, undercover somewhere in the area. He never tells me about his work and I don't ask anymore because he can't talk about it. I will say how is your day but that is about all I can get out of him or he's out in the field. Tonight I was determined to get him to meet me. He had a break coming up where he could get away for 15 minutes. Hmmmm....MEET ME. He hesitated. I just want to kiss you and give you a kiss you will never forget. I know you have limited time and you have to get back to the area but meet me so we can just kiss and then you can go on your way. I sent him a pix of me under the covers and smiling. Aaah....he couldn't resist. "A kiss and then I gotta get back. And don't get mad if I am on my way and I get a call that I gotta go back. I can get away for 15 minutes..that's it". Okay...so we rushed. I got dressed quickly and he started driving and I started driving and we were on the phone. we drove until we met. Luckily, I knew of a parking lot that wasn't very busy and I told him we should meet there.
I couldn't take the anticipation. I couldn't take the spontaneous excitement. This was like one of my slutty romance novels but it was happening to me. So damn hot. Like two animals in heat, we needed to meet. "Which is your car?" And he flashes his light so that I can see as I waited at the light. When I saw the lights flash, I could feel my pussy tighten. Somehow, someway I needed to get this guy. I cannot wait for a threesome because I don't know if I am ready for that. "I got a call, I gotta go back so hurry". CRAP...I rushed to his car.
I opened the door and I could feel the desire hit me like a swoosh. Oh, I was not going to be able to stop at a kiss. "Is this seat taken?" And I just jumped in his car and leaned over and began kissing him with so much passion, desire and lust that it was overwhelming. I kissed him like it was the last kiss I would ever experience in my life. With my hands on his face and moving to the back of his head. Our tongues entwined, our breath shallow, this was unbelievably hot. And he was so into it. Grabbing my hair, pulling me closer and there is no doubt in my mind that we are sooooo compatible. Sex would be insane.
I want to make you cum..he said to me and his hands went down my pants as I began to open his pants. NO...he said. I am going to make you cum. And I threw the seat back and he went in my pants....playing with my clit and then his fingers inside of me...I could hear the moan yet my mind was in some far off space of ecstasy. As he fingered me deeper and deeper and I got wetter and wetter...I could feel the rush of orgasm come over me and my body start to pulsate. the foreplay was the drive over and the anticipation, it was easy to make me cum with such foreplay.
However, I was determined to get into his pants. I opened his pants now and pulled his hard cock out. I kissed him again savagely, licked his ear and after a brief handjob I whispered....baby, I soooo neeed a taste. How could you resist? well he couldn't and I went down on him. I am not going to cum, he protests. If I cum then we will never do my threesome. And then I went to work giving him a superb blowjob. Licking and sucking and deep throating where you could hear his moans. Him pushing my head down but I was able to take his cock deeper and that just turned him on even more. He tried to pull me off, I had him so close, I could taste the pre-cum and he got me off for a second and then I went back down again. I could hear him moaning, it took every inch of discipline and control that he had not to cum.
I want us to fuck...I want to feel you inside of me, spreading my lips apart...feeling you so deep inside of me. "We don't have a condom". "I DO" hehehe....I had just bought condoms just in case for my house. I grabbed one as I was running out. Uggghhhh!! I could hear him say. You are making this impossible. Oh I wanted to just jump on that cock. "NO, I will be pissed if I do because you are perfect. you are the perfect girl except the threesome. If we fuck, we will get emotionally attached and not be able to do my fantasy. Its my bucket list. I need to do it". So you don't want to fuck me? I said it in a sexy whisper. "OMG! I am about to explode and I can't think of anything else I want to do right now. you make this impossible. OMG, you are so fucking hot". And then I went down on him again. I love to make him moan. BUT....he managed to keep the control.
I would have had him if he really didn't have to go. He was being noticed missing at this point and he had to get back. I gave him one more intense kiss and he grabbed me by the back of the hair. "You and I are going to be dangerous". And I kissed him gently and smiled and jumped out of the car. Within an hour, I was pulling back into my driveway. What an unbelievably hot 35 minutes. Holy crap...the passion, the sexual tension, the desire...it was amazing.
And while I didn't get him to cum. I have no doubt that he will fuck me soon. Before the threesome. there is no way he will not be able to. He text me after (and we have been trying to get our schedules to match up all week to meet again). "baby you have skills". Aaah, I think that is one of the best compliments. He told me he can't stop thinking about me. he can't stop fantasizing, he can't stop thinking of how amazing I am at sucking cock. Oh yes, this man will be in my bed by the end of the weekend.
Since we met, I am pleased to say that I really do think this guy is going to be something memorable in my life. I posted the threesome thing on a website, no responses yet. But I can see before we met, he wasn't going to see me until we had the threesome. I convinced him to meet me for a kiss and now, well I see he is swaying. I sent him a note...thanks for the sampler. He just started to laugh. Man, you are so damn perfect and so hot. YUM!!
But no matter what happens. I will never forget the anticipation of just jumping in a car and both of us driving towards each other until we both met on the road. You make your own destiny in life. My theory, you should shoot for moments like this. Let yourself go and make your slutty romance novels become reality. this is just another that goes down in history.
And now....he is going to stop off at my house tomorrow before he goes to work. Or at least we are trying to make that happen. My virgin bed.....are you going to allow some other man to de-virginize it?! I think he will give in tomorrow...the virgin bed is pulling him in!
Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Do You Believe In Fate?
Life is so strange sometimes and the most bizarre things do happen. Four years ago, I had been going to places to have a party for my son. I went to one place where there was a live band and my girlfriend and I had an amazing time. I actually ended up having the party in that place. That night we had run into a group of cops and we hung with them. I am sure I blogged about it. Mr. Government had been texting me and this cop had looked over my shoulder and was reading my phone....hey, I giggled. Hey you are married, who are you sending those texts to? I laughed and said....I should stay away from government employees...its a guy who works in your line of work sort of. He made a comment....oh you need to stay away from men like us. I went to the bathroom and the guy was gone.
so that was the prelude to the story...
I was searching on Ashley Madison and another site when I came across this guy. when I clicked on his pix, I started to laugh. He was everything that I usually do not go for in looks (shaven bald) and he was in law enforcement. I started to laugh....I can pick out a law enforcement ageny for miles....I am drawn to them. Last night, that guy sent me a note asking if I would like to talk. I wrote back....I am not into bald men and I have sworn off any form of law enforcement. He wrote back some hysterical line like wow, now that's my luck a double whammy and then he told me his name anyway.
A light bulb went off in my head.... hey, here is a bizarre question...have you ever been to that bar. I think we met there one night? I thought this guy looked like that guy from that night. but really, what were the chances. He wrote back yes, I do and now I remember you. Oh please, its been four years, he is single, he flirts with millions of girls, he doesn't remember me and its probably not him... so I said...well if it is you and you do remember me...tell me something about that night..
He wrote back....the name of the band that was playing that night, exactly where we were standing, he remembered I was with another blonde, he remembered I was married, that I was texting Mr. Government and the color sweater I was wearing! HOLY SHIT! I didn't even remember all that.
You left without saying goodby...I said. He responded, I didn't think you were interested...you had a boyfriend, you were married and I wasn't going to make a fool out of myself and pursue you. Last night, we spoke online for two hours. And he is so funny. I gave him my number and told him to call or text me.... and he made some sly comment like...oh so some other guy in a bar can tell you to stay away from me like I told you about that guy. Then when I went to my phone he had text me.... Here's my number..to my old new friend.
And then I got caught in a whirlwind of my romantic fate beliefs. It always blows my mind that you may meet someone in your life for a brief, short second and then they re-appear so many years later. Like as if, there was a sign coming down from the stars to give you a little taste. I mean the first meeting should have been uneventful for both of us. I would not be able to pick out any of his friends that were there. I would not remember anybody I met at a bar in the past year. But somehow this guy stuck in my memory and I stuck in his. Life is so strange. things happen to us that make no sense and then later on, its as if the mystery is solved. So what is with this guy? What is he suppose to mean in my life? Everything has a purpose, its just hard to know what that may be sometimes.......
do you believe in fate?
so that was the prelude to the story...
I was searching on Ashley Madison and another site when I came across this guy. when I clicked on his pix, I started to laugh. He was everything that I usually do not go for in looks (shaven bald) and he was in law enforcement. I started to laugh....I can pick out a law enforcement ageny for miles....I am drawn to them. Last night, that guy sent me a note asking if I would like to talk. I wrote back....I am not into bald men and I have sworn off any form of law enforcement. He wrote back some hysterical line like wow, now that's my luck a double whammy and then he told me his name anyway.
A light bulb went off in my head.... hey, here is a bizarre question...have you ever been to that bar. I think we met there one night? I thought this guy looked like that guy from that night. but really, what were the chances. He wrote back yes, I do and now I remember you. Oh please, its been four years, he is single, he flirts with millions of girls, he doesn't remember me and its probably not him... so I said...well if it is you and you do remember me...tell me something about that night..
He wrote back....the name of the band that was playing that night, exactly where we were standing, he remembered I was with another blonde, he remembered I was married, that I was texting Mr. Government and the color sweater I was wearing! HOLY SHIT! I didn't even remember all that.
You left without saying goodby...I said. He responded, I didn't think you were interested...you had a boyfriend, you were married and I wasn't going to make a fool out of myself and pursue you. Last night, we spoke online for two hours. And he is so funny. I gave him my number and told him to call or text me.... and he made some sly comment like...oh so some other guy in a bar can tell you to stay away from me like I told you about that guy. Then when I went to my phone he had text me.... Here's my number..to my old new friend.
And then I got caught in a whirlwind of my romantic fate beliefs. It always blows my mind that you may meet someone in your life for a brief, short second and then they re-appear so many years later. Like as if, there was a sign coming down from the stars to give you a little taste. I mean the first meeting should have been uneventful for both of us. I would not be able to pick out any of his friends that were there. I would not remember anybody I met at a bar in the past year. But somehow this guy stuck in my memory and I stuck in his. Life is so strange. things happen to us that make no sense and then later on, its as if the mystery is solved. So what is with this guy? What is he suppose to mean in my life? Everything has a purpose, its just hard to know what that may be sometimes.......
do you believe in fate?
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