The Case Of The Missing Vibrators and A Stubborn Tadpole

So I walked up the steps, kinda of getting excited about taking out a toy I haven't played with in a long time. hmmm..the selection was going through my head. Four vibrators to choose from, which would be able to give me what I really wanted?

I opened my cabinet and started to move some lingerie to get to my collection. Hmm..I couldn't find it. Did I move it? Where could it be? No biggie, my regulars I keep in my underwear drawer for easy access. I go there and they are not there. My bullet, my trusty bullet is ALWAYS in my underwear drawer. It's not there.

Okay, where the fuck are my toys!! Like a lunatic I start ripping apart my closet. When it hit me. They couldn't all be missing unless someone took them. My HUSBAND!!

I called and said I was looking for something and what did he do with my toys. I hid them . You've been ignoring me so I took them away. Why were you looking to use them?

All right, I do not like to be controlled like that by him. That was a control move. Punishing a child by taking away their favorite toy. So I asked him if he was going to chop my hands off too. Because they certainly do the job just as well as the vibrator. Of course, I felt like it was an invasion of my privacy and what balls to take my toys away. Like I am going to say, okay, I give up...I will have sex with you. I am shocked at what lengths he would go....I have a feeling not having a job is putting him back to a four year olds level. I was furious and then just laughed in amazement. I told my girlfriends and they were howling and one ran off to the bathroom in fear she was going to pee in her pants.

So now, like Scarlett said, I feel we have reached the War of The Roses. Rule #2345- never touch your wife's toys!! Unless of course, you are playing with it with her.

Well I will show him. I do not need my toys. And so I preceded to masturbate. Like I have never masturbated before. Totally fantasizing about other men. Using my fingers to go deep inside of me and use the juices to lube my clit. Yes, what an orgasm I had. Totally naked and spread out on my bed with not a soul around to witness such a sweet orgasm!!

Well you would think that I was fulfilled for the day. But after a crazy work day, I was feeling hornier than ever. Damn, its as if that just reeved up my engines. As I was walking into the door, my cell phone rings. It's Tadpole on the other end. He read my blog and made a comment about him being too busy before and missing an opportunity to be the Director.

Now Tadpole is teasing me. He is literally 3 minutes away..his wife was not going to be home and my husband wasn't home. Hmmmmm.....the thought was way too yummy. However, I told him I wasn't asking to meet again a few conversations past. Well, he says...I'm going home alone. Wife isn't around. But he refuses to ask me to meet him. And I wasn't asking...nope...I'm such a stubborn girl when I want to be. So, he just drove farther and farther away. As I was getting hornier and hornier. But its out of principle and well he is just as stubborn---so we are kind of at a standoff here...lol

Needless to say that conversation started to progress as he got to his house. We obviously were too far away to touch each other but phone sex and masturbation would have to do. This time I lied on my Ab Lounger....I directed him to undress and asked him to describe what he was wearing as he took it off. He then gave me instructions to take off each bit of clothing.. Okay now I was hornier than hell.

His description of what I should do to myself was quite visual. Directing me to rub my clit and to insert one then two fingers...deeper and deeper. But what put me over the top was the thought of what he would be doing to me if he was here. How he would be thrusting in me so hard with his balls slapping against my ass. And his desire to pinch my nipples so hard. My juices were flowing like a faucet. He was also masturbating and I had him explain his hand going around his shaft. The visual in my head was too much to handle...and I was going to have a wild orgasm....I could feel the tightness, the walls starting to shiver and pulsate....we timed it so we both came at the same time.

Damn, so far away and yet it was better sex than I had with Mr. Heart. Can you imagine if we were together? So for now we are phone buddies!! I guess its one step further than a Pen Pal wouldn't you say???? lol

AS you can imagine, my mind has not really been on Mr. Government as much. Ever have where you think of someone and then they started to think of you as well? Kind of freaky. This happens to me all the time. In fact, way too often that it is a little bizarre. Anyway, last night I was driving home in thought and I thought about Mr. Government. How high he puts those walls in fear that I might get to him. So afraid that I will creep my way into his heart, his soul..I don't know what he is so freakin afraid of. But he makes sure that when he lets me in, he quickly retreats. So stupid. I am a people person, I love to get to know a person. What makes them happy, what makes him tick, about their day...that's where the friendship thing comes in.

Anyway, just as I was thinking how he is way too distant for me and that I need to re-evaluate...a text message comes across. I knew it was him. Only a few people text me plus that weird thing that when I think of people, they call or get in contact with me (voodoo). "Thinking about you. What are you up too?" I responded and two more days will pass until I hear from him again.

P.S. Thanks again Hale for the amazing comic. So appropriate in so many ways!! It's truly a classic.... tadpoles, frogs, no sex.....hee.hee. Such a warped sense of humor like me!! Enjoy...Hales Link is at the side... It Occurred To Me....one of my favorite blogs (when I am not drinking coffee!)

Freedom, Horniness--who wants to work!!

So my hubby left and it seems like such a shame to be by myself and have to work today. My hormones are starting to rage and hence...no cock around to fulfill my needs.

So, what is a girl to do? Well after a stressful morning (due to a bus), I need to get my head on straight. I need to focus and this tightness between my legs is certainly not helping. So, I am headed upstairs now for an intense masturbation session. yup! Some toys and all just to relieve this tension. A special occasion, since I will not be disturbed, I think I will open the toy box and find a new toy that I haven't used yet. A change in pace from my loyal bullet.

Okay, I am off. Just figured I'd share. Was hoping I would have a director to help me out but the one I was thinking about to lend me a hand seems really busy today at work. Everything is in the timing! I guess I'm on my own for this one.

Quick Question-- I can't understand how you guys walk around with a hard on during the day. Doesn't the tension interfere with your thoughts? Don't you feel that need to release it? Just wondering....I could never work with my nipples as hard as they are now and the wetness that is inbetween my legs and pretend it wasn't there.

Have a nice afternoon!! Give you an update later.....Kisses!!

44 BJs or One McDonald's Iced Coffee?!??

Okay, today is a total rant. It seems whenever I love something...sigh...its not meant to be. Today's love is......McDonald's Vanilla Iced Coffee!!

I was on the phone with tadpole and he knows I drink sometimes two large iced coffees a day. I look forward to my drive thru visit. He's been on the phone with me as I order quite a few times (wise ass, always trying to mess me up). So today I was telling him how tomorrow---McD's Iced Coffee's are FREE from 11A-2Pm. Wooo Hooo!!! Now, the only thing better would be a free iced coffee while I am having an orgasm...ultimate heaven. He recommended us both masturbating and drinking the iced coffee...hmmmm...would that be double heaven??

So I said to him...I wonder how many calories are in that Iced Coffee? It's not a frappucino like at Starbucks but it does taste so damn good. I love the French Vanilla. Talk about yummy!

So I came home and decided to look it up. Couldn't find it. so I called the McDonald's nutrition line. The sucker has 220 calories (x2 would be 440 calories). I could have a hamburger for 260, 4 piece nuggets with calories to spare or even that greasy apple pie! 220 calories......

no wonder I can't get that damn scale to move. I have been consuming my calories in damn iced coffee. No wonder why I have been totally confused how I can't get that damn scale to move and I have been watching what I am eating...I am drinking it in Iced coffee.

Well, I want to shoot Ronald McDonald...he should be arrested! Making it look like an innocent iced coffee...no one would suspect it had so many calories. That's like the salads too! A fast food salad may seem to be a good choice,.,,but it is more than a cheeseburger.

So, I am pissed tonight. And tomorrow the suckers are free. Do I overlook the calories? Do I allow that iced coffee to drag me in once again? Sigh....why can't life be easier. They should make then damn free in calories too!!

Did you ever see the movie SuperSize? I didn't see it but I've been told it was both sickening, funny and repulsive. Some guy interviewed ate over 19,000 Big MAcs in his life. Can you imagine??!! Damn that is a lot of Big Macs.

So, I 'm off to walk off the damn Iced Coffee. To think I could have eaten a greasy apple pie instead--totally cruel.

Actually, a relaxing afternoon on Secret Lovers Lane. Some fun calls with tadpole and that was it. Oh, messages from both Mr. Heart and Mr, Feet but I've kind of put them out of my mind and moved on already so that doesn't count.

So in conclusion...calories can be lurking anywhere...
For the record though: Male semen is an excellent diet food and it is high in protein as well.

Some tidbits on semen for those on a diet!

The average ejaculate, laden with between 200 and 300 million sperm, amounts to about about 5 calories. These are derived from protein, including enzymes, and sugars (mainly fructose) secreted into semen by the prostate gland to provide the sperm with the energy to swim.Other 'ingredients' present in semen include : Water Vitamin Citric acid Phosphate and bicarbonates, to regulate acidity ZincProstaglandins For comparison, a greasy cheeseburger contains over 500 calories, so to equal one junk-food attack you'd need to gulp down over 100 ejaculates.

So let's see....a McDonald Iced Coffees are equivalent to gulping 44 ejaculates! Now that is a lot of cocks and blow jobs!!

Are we six years old? A midnight brawl

What a bizarre night in my home last night. I think my hubby is losing it. Really. In fact, I really think that he is getting a little scary.

Last night, we acted like we were 6 years old. Knowing very well when I get into bed (and its late), I really need my space. Especially after a day with the kids testing me and pulling on me all day. He knew it was one of those days--and as soon as I got into bed. He started touching me with his foot to annoy me.

I swear it was like a torture! Everytime I was about to doze...he would take his foot and touch me. "Can you stop, I am so tired. I have to get up." And he did it again. So now I know he is just trying to be an ass. This is the second night he started this shit. "Stop I am tired. I have to get up early." And he did it again. Well now I exploded "Enough already. Leave me alone".

"You are being so mean to me. For the last six months. Why?" Okay, its 1AM and he is asking WHY???? Everyday during the day, we discuss why!! Hmmmm.....I could go on for about six hours why. Let's see, you don't have a job to support your family, you fight with the kids and cause havoc in the house, you are home all day and don't clean up after yourself, you keep taking my money card out of my wallet. You have the balls to criticize me and leave me a list of things you need done, and the list I leave you is still sitting on the table. Should I continue? The list is sadly endless these days.

So now, he jumps out of bed. For the second night in a row, he starts doing the ab lounger. The thing sounds like it is going to break and squeaking away. He knows I can't fall asleep with that. And he keeps going. Just trying to boil my blood. However, tonight, I am so exhausted, I pass out during his spitefulness. I'd like to point out, he has never been on that ab lounger before!!

He gets back into bed and then starts to bang his foot on the bed. Waiting till I would fall asleep. It was like torture. AT 3:30AM (the bewitching hour for me), I find myself up. Now I can't fall back to sleep. I am furious. So of course, I do the mature thing. Now he is dozing, I am watching tv so I keep hitting his pillow with the channel changer and talking to him. Everytime he would doze, I would bang the bed, him or his pillow with the channel changer.

This mature behavior continued to 4:30AM. This morning.....SILENCE. Oh, if I attempt to talk to him, I will explode. What scares me is that we are starting to move to a vicious level. He is starting to want to piss me off and he is acting irrational. Not a good thing. Actually, the good news. He is going away for the weekend. I am looking forward to some peace. I will have two of the kids (but help with them). So hopefully I will be able to sneak some me time.

But can you believe what went on here? It was as if he wants me to lose my job. Hello??? What is scheduled for tonight? A Food Fight? Wrestlemania? Chinese Water Torture? Putting our hands in water as the other one sleep so we will pee in the bed??
Have a great day! Surprisingly, I am tired but in a good mood.

Quality Not Quantity..the Frogs Go Marching On...

Tonight was an unexpected meeting. Mr. Feet has been trying to schedule a meeting for over a month. I have been delaying, well for obvious reasons, I have been sidetracked by Mr. Heart, Mr. Government, Tadpole and Curious George. So....I decided what the hell....a cup of coffee..how bad can it be?!

Well.....it was bad!!!--lol

We met at a Dunkin Donuts (hey, I'm running out of local Starbucks) and as soon as I pulled up..I knew there was not going to be any chemistry between us. He looked VERY OLD. The pix he sent had to be 10 years ago. And let's just say the last 10 years had not been very kind to him.

He signaled me over to get into the car. I walked around and said "Let's go in for some coffee." Really, you want coffee??" Immediately it clicked in my head. He was hoping that we would go to the hotel down the block. Immediately I was even more turned off. I am not a god damn prostitute. You have to be kidding. What did you think I was going to look at you and screw you?? And truthfully, even if we were hot and heavy, we were not going to that hotel. That's where I go with Mr. Government. No way would I go there with someone else. And after 3 seconds of meeting.

"Yeah, I really want coffee!" So we went inside. Well, it was hard to believe that he noticed my green eyes (which he commented on) because his eyes rarely moved off of my tits the whole time. Granted, I was wearing a tank top but...hello, the face is a little higher. He was starting to give me the ebby jeebies!! Now if my boobs were this big, I could see staring but my 36D are not the size of these!

The conversation was lacking. Here's the truth....if you can't have a conversation with me. You are close to your death bed. Because I can talk forever. Tonight, I was pulling at straws. For the first time EVER, I was looking at my watch, wanting to get out of there.

And he had this thing going on with his hair that makes me nuts. You know when a guy grows his hair really long on top just so he can swish it over to cover a bald spot. Well, he had loopy doos and the largest swoosh over I have ever seen to cover this bald spot. The bald spot was HUGE!! I kind of felt weird, like I was with my father's friend.

So I made an excuse to get out of there and he walked me to my car. Oh boy, there was no way I was going to kiss him. He kissed my cheek and then he kissed my other cheek and when he went to kiss my lips---I pulled away and jumped into the car.

And that's when it hit me--QUALITY!!!!!!!! I am tired of looking for a Prince. Way too much work. I am getting very tired of this. This past week was way too many frogs. I am not going to waste my summer in search of a frog. So, tonight (which I may change my mind tomorrow), I decided that I am going to concentrate more on me. I should have gone to work out tonight not met Mr. Feet. These frogs are taking up a lot of energy. Yes, I will still look but I am going to be more selective before jumping in.

And the summer is here. I think I am going to start to go out with some friends and see what is out there. Nothing is wrong with looking....so I know it will be fun (some of my girlfriends are nuts--are you surprised?!)

I stopped at the gas station and the guy said "You look happy tonight". I laughed. Really? Yeah you look very happy. Hmmm..could it be because I felt the weight of the world lift from my shoulders when I decided to concentrate a little more on me? Funny, the gas station man noticed (and I bet my husband doesn't).

Now we all know I love to look on Ashley Madison, so that is not going to change at all!! I will continue to look and just see what is out there. You never know. But, I am slowing down a little, be more selective

Hope you don't mind hearing about my masturbating...because it looks like I will be very busy working out my own muscles!! And now I am considering a boy toy possibly. I need life. I need excitement...not an older man who is looking for missionary, missionary, missionary. I want to experiment, have fun....enjoy and experience things I've never done.

XOXOX
Sweet Wet Dreams!

Were we in the same motel room???

I spent the day organizing and ripping apart my department. Funny how people can tell when something is wrong. Usually, the entire office knows when I am around...today a few co-workers came over and asked me if I was okay. I have been described as a whirlwind when I enter a room. The energy level increases drastically..today I was quieter than a mouse and people really noticed.

But truthfully, I did a lot of thinking. Mr. Heart called three times. I didn't answer. I really wonder if we were in the same room, the same place. Ironically, he thinks everything is okay.

The message he left: "Hey Beautiful! Yesterday was unbelievable...I have been thinking about it all day. I keep seeing your face....it was the best sex I've ever had..thank you. I went to sleep thinking about you and woke up wishing you were here. I can't wait to see you again. I can't wait to hold you in my arms and see your sexy face. Kisses. You are amazing".

Hmmm......what the fuck?!?! I definitely wonder if we were in the same motel room? Maybe I fell asleep? Okay, this is bizarre. How could I have seen it so differently? Men! I feel like I am in a time warp. This guy missed his calling, he should have been a car salesman.

I was concerned about Tadpole today. Well he reads my blog and he did say he didn't want me to see Mr. Heart. Granted we are just friends, met for coffee once, but our conversations have been so nice and well....I truly enjoy him and who knows if something will ever come of it. I guess I was concerned on his take on yesterday. "Any comment on my post". "No". Okay, we all he had thoughts, opinions and comments but didn't want to share them. Now that made it worse. We did finally talk about it (after I harrassed him all day--lol).

And I thank him for not thinking less of me for going. And I'm glad our friendship is still intact. I know I have been a poor judge of character lately but I do feel that tadpole is a class act!

And then , there was Mr. Feet. I keep forgetting about him. I forget to call him back, I forget to email him. I am so wrapped up in crap--he is just not at the top of my list. Well, he actually had called from a restricted number and I thought it was my office after I left work. It was him. We had a nice conversation. He's a really nice guy but I hesitate to start something "NEW" while I have so many loose ends floating around these days.

I apologized and said to him that he knew I was involved in something and I didn't want to start something until I worked my feelings out. His response: "Is coffee a bad thing? We can meet for just coffee...I realize you are pre-occupied but I would like to meet you face to face. I keep thinking about you and would like to see you are not just a figment of my imagination. I promise a respectable cup of coffee. "

I told him I would call him on Wednesday. If we meet, it will be just for coffee. No kiss, nothing. Plus he picked me up some info I had needed and I did say we would meet for me to get it. Damn, I have to buy some stock in Starfucks!! LOL

Okay, I am off to bed. Happy July 4th All!! Hope you see more than the fireworks in the sky!!
Sweet Wet Dreams!

"Cheri Screws A Frog" A Theatrical Performance

The Play: Cheri Screws Another Frog
The Scene: A main road motel room on Secret Lovers Lane
The Characters: Cheri and Mr. Heart

The Scene Opens as Cheri is debating whether to meet Mr. Heart. The chemistry hasn't been flying lately BUT she decides...she needs to see if there is something there. She's physically attracted to him and she loves talking to him. If she doesn't go then she will always wonder was this the Prince Charming behind the Frog?

Overall Review: Don't Waste your Time with this dick (oops I meant flick!)

Okay, I am joking a little here. I did meet Mr. Heart but sadly, we were not a match in bed. I was sooooooooo disappointed. We are good friends, have great conversation and my favorite part of the day was when we went for brunch after our rendezvous and we laughed and talked.

Describing the rendezvous...would sound like it was amazing! I typed it in and said "Damn I wish I was there" !

He opened the door to the motel room and he had a boyish smile on his face. That made me feel welcome right away. "baby doll, you look amazing" and he pulled me closer. Our lips connected and it was pretty hot! We were standing at the door and we just looking at each other and smiling. He slowly began to undress me...never once leaving my eyes. I began to undress him. We somehow made it to the bed.

"I want you so badly baby doll"...oh the words were so sweet. His first stop was in between my legs....but it was a quick suck and that was it. To my surprise...but hey, it held hopes of being a great day. He was hard, very hard...I could feel it, I could see it...and I wanted to feel it even more.

So you may ask...sounds great what the hell is Cheri talking about. It was great until this point. It was.....I was having a great time...."keep your eyes open ". I never realized I kept my eyes closed when I kissed. Why? I had a hard time keeping them open. This was a new sensation for me. I think I like to keep them closed because it intensifies your other senses...I enjoy the kising, feeling our tongues entwine.....its less intense with my eyes open...but I tried it.

Now when I touched him he started to moan and saying my name over and over. I was wet, very wet and now it was time...the conversatio went like this:
" where is the condoms?"
"Oh I hate condoms."
"Okay, I realize guys don't like condoms but we need a condom here"
"Oh! I promise I will pull out. I'll stay inside you only for a little" --- WRONG ANSWER!!
"We can fool around and we won't do it...." - ANOTHER WRONG ANSWER!!

Now I felt like I was a teenager again and in college. Will I get a little pregnant? Will I be exposed to just a little disease? This guy has been separated from his wife and has had a few rendezvous (that he admitted too). His wife may also have been fooling around with some guys in France. Let's see, that makes me exposed to ALL those people and more. Oh yeah, then there is the fact that he told me a story about a girl he was seeing who claimed to be pregnant. She wasn't, BUT he didn't stick around to make 100% sure.

This isn't a game. This is real life. I have a family that needs me at home and I don't want to add to that family. "Straight women don't get AIDS"....hmmm...I can't take the chance and that was certainly an ignorant response. Disrespect...you know how I feel about that. Playing me to be stupid....well I may be blonde but I am not fucking stupid.

"Oh well. Then we won't be doing it" --I got up and started to get dressed. I am not one of those stupid girls you are going to convince. PLEASE..."here's the deal, there's a drug store across the street. Go across the street or let's go get someething to eat". And so he went across the street.

"I'm sorry, you're right that was not so smart but I hate these things. I can't cum."

"Well I bet I can get you to cum in it!!" All horned out, I decided to forget my annoyance with him and resume where we left off.

Okay, as we are fooling around...he starts to moan more. Now this is not your typical moan. It was a theatrical moan....like you see in Porn movies. Now, I have moaned, I have screamed even but not with every touch and lick. It was kind of getting on my nerves. To me, it was insincere. Not every lick deserves an explosive moan or biting of your bottom lip (with the added rolling of the eyes for effect).

Now this guy was purely missionary. The fact that I was rubbing my clit to climax was turning him on and he kept commenting how hot it was. Hmmmm....he is used to having sex one way....the I am married for 15 years way. But I am not your wife...let's have a little playful fun. After I came, we did do a few more positions...he was working up a sweat. The moans kept getting louder and louder and I am sure if there were people next door....they had to hear him. He finally came. Sadly, I had that feeling like I do with my husband--like I should have been filing my nails or working on a presentation while he was finishing up. He did cum in the rubber!

Now, I think that most of these guys write in their Ashley ads that they love eating a girl out. This guy talked a good talk with no return there. False advertisement!! And all the wild things he wanted to do.....false advertisement. He was into straight missionary sex. Which probably would have been good if he didn't moan and pull the condom bullshit.

It did get better...we went and had breakfast. We talked, we laughed and he kept giving me little affectionate kisses and hand holding when we were alone. Kind of sweet. Our conversation was great...but it always is. We have a lot in common. I can talk to him forever (and we all know how I can talk).

As we are saying good by, his wife calls. He started to wig a little. We were sitting in his car talking and then he said (mid sentence on discussing a trip) I gotta go... I said listen to your voice mail and we will say good by. I have to go. Was I just dismissed? That was it. I just opened the car door and he was calling after me and I slammed it. Went to my car and pulled away. He called me and we talked after and we left it on a good note. He apologized but reality this is not for me. He is not for me. We have strange things in common (about our kids) but I am not into it as more than friends. I like him as a person but sexually we are not a match.

So I left and called Zorro, my confidant and buddy. He listened to my story and then his comment was "I change my mind. I want you to go out there and fuck another 5 guys because that is what it is going to take you to realize that these guys are being so damn disrespectful. You are allowing them to control the moves. So go, find more frogs....and your eyes will eventually open. You will eventually get sick of it and you will be more selective. Finding a guy who will treat you as you deserve to be treated. Stop selling yourself short".

OUCH!! Yes, I spent the next two hours sitting in my car and thinking about what he said. He was right. I have so much more to offer and after rendezvous' like that...the void does not get any smaller. So last night, I couldn't blog. Too much was going through my head.

But today.....a much better attitude. I am not going to try to make things work. They either do or they don't. That's it. So yes, Mr. Heart will be a good friend. No sex there. It's not going to work.

So that was the theatrical play for the weekend.

As it would have appeared in a show review:
"The performance was lacking some substance. The play just didn't seem to flow together lacking some originality. The leading lady, while her performances in the past were quite extraordinary, was somewhat flat after the first scene. The leading male was a bad actor. Lacking any realism and also seemed flat with over exagerations that seemed to be startling to the leading lady and the audience at times.". This reviewer gives the play a "two penis rating out of five". Unfortunately, you will have to take my word on this one. It seems the show has closed after its first performance!!

Have a great day!!!! And smile!!!! Life is too short to dwell on things.

True To My Blog

I have always used my blog as a diary...as a journal to sort out my feelings and my emotions. Yet today, I cannot. Something is holding me back from writing. So I wonder, what is it? Why can I not put my feelings into words today?

Another long bath tonight, another night of long thought. Ask me if I am happy? Ask me if I am sad? Tonight, I am not sure. Tonight I am very deep. Examining the whole picture not just the pieces. And many of you have sent me some great comments and notes that are really helping--thanks you!

So, I will be back tomorrow. Who knows, I may have a revelation in my sleep!

Sweet Wet Dreams My Blogger Friends!!

Tub Masturbation, Mr. Heart and Zorro's Huge

I just spent over an hour in my tub. That is my getaway...my place to think, my place to relax and my place to masturbate. Tonight, no masturbation (okay a little jet action on my clit because it is better than any vibrator)...but I had more to think about. The candles burning, the music playing and I put the water up hot. A little too hot...110 degrees...ouch...I got in at 107 and basically melted. A relaxing bath allows my mind to clear....my thoughts to surface. Basically the thought at hand seems to surface to the top and the little stupid things go away.

Tonight's thought...what do I do about tomorrow? Mr. Heart has planned a motel, lunch and a few hours for us. He cleared mid morning until 4PM. " I want to spend the day with you". Very sweet. But I am not very excited. My mind started drifting to other men lately. Curious George couldn't care less if I met him. Actually, he wants me to meet him and for me to report all the details. Tadpole said he didn't want me too (obviously it was my decision and choice and he didn't press it BUT he was honest--so ouch...I found that very sweet and probably weighs a lot on my indecisiveness). And well, Mr. Government, he would just flip. Even though he isn't attentive, he is not the type to tolerate that (ah yes, the two week email did come by the way--he is so damn predictable that it is funny).

So, tonight, I didn't sound excited when Mr. Heart called. I was very "iffy". I could tell that he was not happy that I wasn't picking out my outfit, planning my attire for the meeting etc. etc. Actually, if we end up meeting, a quick morning stop to Victoria Secrets will have to be in my plans. I hope they open early. As I am sitting here, I noticed a voicemail. From Mr. Heart, call me, I get out of the house and will have my phone on for an hour (well I just told you I took an 1 1/2 bath) so I am sure he is fuming right now. I never shut my phone....it was charging so I shut it. Ooops!! So now the big decision may be null and void. His tone was not good on the phone and he never calls me "Cheri" It's always Hey Beautiful or Baby Doll....oh this one was Cheri. Sometimes I am so transparent (and I am not a good liar). I think he is seeing that I am hesitating for some reason and well he wants to know what is up before he gets out here.

Well tonight was filled with surprises. My dear Friend Zorro. I never talk about him. Why? He has become my best friend, my confidant and while we started on a sexual note---he is very special to me and we discuss a lot of my "Situations". I can always count on him for an opinion and some great advice. He is super hot -a great catch he is!! I am dying to find him a nice girl to settle down with...damn fool keeps going for married women.

As we are typing, he says...you know someone is watching our every word as we type. What are you talking about?!??! He sends a pix. It was his penis only slightly hard just hanging around. Now, I have to tell you... Zorro is hung! This man is thick, he is long and he has this ring on his head (before his shaft starts) that must feel amazing as it goes in and it goes out, in, out, in, out...SIGH!!! Okay, that cock is just damn hot. First, there is no way that would fit in my mouth. Second, I can't even imagine what it would feel like to be inside of me. Now, I have no qualms telling him this.

I told him when we do meet one day...I need to measure that baby. I want to see it live. I need to see it hard (although its big even when he is soft). So, one day, I will report and you know I will be bringing a tape measure (and hopefully he will allow me to post the pix) although he wouldn't let me post the ones he sent me today---Now the big question. So how are we going to get it all hard like that without playing together? Hmmm.....I probably would be willing to lend him a hand (or two).

Okay, heading to bed. I am still not sure which way to go with tomorrow. I think I will call him before he comes out (Zorro recommended the old period story if all else fails.) I think I will go with the old let's talk before you come out here. I'm the one that has changed here...I know. But I have to do what my instincts say. I like him, I like our talks, I find him attractive..just time has passed and well i have been distracted. I know I am thinking too much---we should just meet and fuck and deal with it after.

Plain and Simple- What I want from a secret lover!

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.

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.

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??

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

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 with 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

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....

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!!

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.

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!)

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!

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.