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!

Quadtuplet Potential Lovers with the Same Name

Tonight I went out with my friends. I am suppose to meet the man who wants me for my brains tomorrow to discuss work. I am definitely losing my touch or it could be I am losing my mind. He text me, I'll see ya around 2PM tomorrow, stay out of trouble.

Slightly tipsy, I decided to call...he's single, he was out with friends tonight and I hate texting sometimes. So I picked up the phone and called....didn't sound like his voice but I left a sweet and cute message. Two minutes later at the table, my phone rings. I picked up and started talking to Mr. Want me For My Brain...except as we are talking I realize..wait, this isn't him. Who am I talking to?! It's a frog....but who the hell is it. Now he wants to know who I am ....oh man, I think I know who it it....Mr Government 2.....crap....I hang up and said...I dialed the wrong number. 15 minutes later the phone rings again....him again.....who is this? Okay he isn't going away until I give him a hint. We met remember? He thinks I am someone else. I say aren't you Mr. Goverment2 and he says no.......Hmmm...who the fuck is this? I realize this is the fourth guy who has the same first name....Quadruplet frog names....

It finally hit me. Remember the guy that I had a crush on Ashley who didn't answer me for so long....and when he finally did, he was an idiot. He has emailed me that he lost my number and his phone and he didn't have my number. I admit it, I took that as an opportunity to fall off the face of the earth. Yikes....he realized who it was too. It gets better --3 hours later (yes, while I am home already) he decides to call me back again....why did you stop calling? I will call you tomorrow, I can't talk now its 12:20AM....I have to call tomorrow....now he has my number again. So what do I say..you looked hot but you are missing some brain cells?

So the morale of the story---Cheri needs to get her crap together and spend the day erasing old frogs. Yes, the pond needs cleaning out of my phone too...actually, most are in code and I don't even remember whose numbers are who.

And a final note from a tipsy Cheri....I decided to re-do my website like I originally had wanted to do. I hesitated because well, I didn't want to get it out there too much. In fear that the frogs would find it or I would be discovered. But hey, now what's the difference. I lost the only frog I cared about because of it so I might as well have fun with it....the damage is done....

The Psychic Knew About My Secret Lovers!!!

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3 Different Cocks?? A Perfect Day!!!

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Good Friends Until We Stop Screwing!

In my life, there is only one person that I have left on bad terms. That's it. I have always had an amicable closure with all my boyfriends (except for the guy I was going to marry before my husband--he turned out to be a pedophile and worse, he was molesting his own daughters!!) I may have drifted from some friendships from my childhood--but I never left on a bad note.

Actually, I have friends for years. My closest childhood friend since I am 7. I will still speak occasionally to other childhood friends, past boyfriends etc. My point?? If I like someone, its usually for life. HOWEVER.....

with this affair thing--its not like that. There is no respect, there is no common courtesy--its a ME game.

"We owe each other nothing" those were Mr.Governments words of anger towards me at the end. Your right, I answered..we owe each other nothing...but we should just demonstrate common courtesy towards each other".

His final words-- "I never meant to be mean to you nor would I ever hurt you".
My final words- "Is this good by?" He did not answer. That was his final words.

Talking to Mr. Prize about it, I was disgusted how I had felt like I needed ammunition. I had felt great that I knew where he now lived. Reality is, it doesn't matter where he lives. I would never do anything to him or jeopardize either one of our families. I guess I didn't realize it but I was feeling vulnerable..feeling he had one up on me. And then when I found out where he lives, to realize that he had seen me. I totally deflated. There was no equal ground with this man. Somehow he always had the upper hand.

You all probably have guessed by now. I drove by his house today. I needed to see how close he was for sure, not just on mapquest. I could not believe how he could almost see me sitting on that bench from his window. As I was sitting at the park, another car pulled up. A woman got out of her car and was standing by the water with me a few feet away. "I'm so nervous, I can't wait to see him. Remember, I'm with you, we are having lunch. " And then a guy pulls up. She jumps in his car, they look around and savagely attack each other. Aaahh!! A secret lover rendezvous. Is that what I have looked like in the past? Is it that obvious to others around or do I just know the signs (and the call she made helped).

I am really sad tonight. I think its a combination of things. Not seeing Mr. Prize this week and not knowing when we will be able to hook up. Not for a lack of wanting but real life seems to be working against us.

And all this shit with Mr. Government. There was something that really hit me hard and I was so surprised. I've mentioned it before how I love the water. I love speed boats and just jumping in one and traveling to lunch miles away. In fact, my first ex fiance, had two boats and I used to joke that I thought leaving the boats and our house on the water behind was just as hard as our breakup. When I was looking for a house, we chose a bigger house off the water than one close and on it. I decided to sacrifice my dream of being on the water for a larger home.

So when I drove up to Mr. Governments house....my heart sank. Docked in his backyard was a huge boat, a speed boat with a sleeper cabin. He loved the water and much as I did. He knew how I loved the water but never wanted me to know that he lived on it. Our last meeting, we had spoken about boating (I had just been on a friends boat). I went on and on how much I loved the water, the breeze rushing through your hair as you just cruised. He just held me and asked questions to get me to talk more about my love for the water. He knew the story about my ex and how we lived on the water. How his parents were going to give us the house as a wedding present and they were moving to Florida. Interesting. I can't help but think he loved and enjoyed every secret that he kept from me. I don't get it.

I have to learn this is a game. A sex game. There are no true connections, they last only as long as you fuck. Kind of sad. I would have liked to be friends with my past lovers. We enjoyed each other, we made each other feel good, what's wrong with keeping in touch once in awhile as friends to say hi? I guess I have to learn the rules. And my horoscope for today.

"There is no way to change the past. you need to learn how to live with it". I guess that says it all huh? Crazy friend and I are going to see a psychic the middle of October. She had seen her before and the woman was right on. Scarily, right on. I am nervous to go...can you imagine what she will say about me?!?!

And on a possible brighter side of things...the hubby may have found a job. Not the job he wanted (or the pay you would think after so many damn months of looking) but something is better than nothing. When he gets the official call, then I will be a little happier. It might relieve some of the stress around here...which has gotten to almost unbearable levels. I think the man has really lost his marbles. His family called me (which they never do) to see if my perspective on life was normal. His has gotten quite warped. I assured them that I was normal--looking after my kids and taking care of the essentials in life. I warned them--if he didn't shape up in two months, he was out. His sister remarked--I don't know how you are staying with him. I don't even know my brother anymore. A sad remark but so true. Who is this man that I lay next to night after night? He's not the man I married. We've drifted so far apart. I don't think we will ever find our way back. But I do hope we can find some common ground--just to make it bearable.

And now the scary part. Originally, I joked that until he found a job there was no sex. So you can see how long it has been since I have slept with him. Will he expect sex next week?

Sorry for the downer post. It's actually been awhile since I felt so sad without having a real good reason. Here's to a better day tomorrow!!

Size Does Matter...

Sent to me by Hale, he always makes me laugh.
This one I had to share with you! I got the shivers when I saw this man's cock. Oh my, I am so fixated with anal sex these days that seeing his cock immediately made me think how that thing would be the ultimate in painful!!

This week will not be much saga in Secret Lovers Lane because I am getting ready for my big gala event!

As you may guess, I do nothing small. Planning a small party has now turned into a huge event. Well if all else fails in life, the balloon guy asked me if I would do centerpieces and decorations for him in my spare time. Spare Time?!? Yes, I did signs with flashing lights, life size hockey pucks, bleachers...and the list goes on.....Gotta be honest, I did them out of love.

So, while the party is for my son....I am probably the most excited. My sexy dress is ready to go...having my makeup and my hair done professionally...I will feel like a million bucks that day. I wish you all could be there with me!!

Mr. Construction is doing fine. He's giving me space and yesterday it felt so strange not hearing from him 40 times but it is definitely healthier. You know me..Miss Insecure...checked to see if he went to the Ashley site...but he hasn't been there since we met. I'm starting to miss Mr. Government. I know, I know....turn the page. But I can't help but think about him. About us....about the amazing orgasms.

All the stress from planning the party (which did I mention my husband has done nothing)...I so badly needed a release. I find that sex or masturbating, gives me that focus and relaxation I need. So this morning, when no one was home, I had an amazing session.....no toys but more and more I am finding that my butt is extremely sensitive and just the slightest playing can give me an amazing orgasms. Just as I finished, MR. Construction emailed me. Did he feel me thinking about him? Oh I was as my entire body reached orgasm and I could feel my insides pulsating.

Aah! I love to cum! I love that feeling. Gotta get someone to get me there..I'm so tired of playing solo!