I'm sorry I've been gone for awhile...so much has happened...some men, some heartbreak, many moments of indecision...I promise to post more soon. Right now I can say though that sometimes the nicest surprises come in plain packages when you least expect them...sometimes it's the friends you make along the way who become the moments you never want to let slip away.
Soon...some more words for this story...soon.
Thursday, July 9, 2009
Saturday, November 8, 2008
I Would Rob a Bank for This Man!
Oh my fucking god---just when you think life has shit all over you, you meet a guy who makes you feel like Wonder Woman and Heidi Klum all rolled up into one.....I think I met the virtual man of my dreams! This guy had me cumming like a fire hose putting out a nine alarm fire! This guy had me doing things that I never thought I would do in "public" and the shocking thing is that I didn't feel guilty or bad or naughty about any of it. If anything I wanted more, I didn't want it to stop, I wanted it to last forever.....I wanted this man to do anything he wanted to me....anytime, anywhere.....if he had wanted me to crawl across hot coals just so I could suck his cock, I would be scarred and burned but his dick would be in my mouth and I would be swallowing his cum while he put burn ointment all over my body.
So, I guess I should begin at the beginning.......flashback.....Wednesday, Nov. 5th....
I was having a terrible day.....I mean terrible....the kind of day that makes you want to end it all....or at least get so drunk that you don't care what happens to you next. I had to go to work and see HIM. I was dreading it and desiring it at the same time. He basically ended it via e-mail on Monday and I was reeling from my emotions. I know this is where people would say, barely anything happened, some flirting, some online chat, some e-mails, a web cam episode....girl get over it....what did you think was going on?? But honestly, HONESTLY, I really thought that I could have my cake and eat it too. I thought we were on the same page....but we weren't.
I was so happy to have this guy who I have liked/thought was nice for 10 years show an interest in me. He's such a nice guy, funny, cute and I guess maybe I've had a crush on him for a long time. At one point I was so tempted to tell him I liked him (this was years ago) but I was married so where could it go? Then he got married and it was like....okay...we're both married...he's just a nice guy let's leave it at that.
Fast forward several years and I am still married, he is married with 3 kids and I only see him through work maybe once or twice a year. But we got thrown together for a project and it was so much fun hanging out with him and we seemed to click and we laughed and chatted and then he made a few flirty comments/probing questions and I couldn't help myself I opened up to him. I showed him a secret part of myself that I've keep hidden under lock and key for so long. He flirted, I couldn't help it, I admit, I flirted back, we exchanged "secret" e-mails and I didn't think anything would come of it....but it did.
The next day, I e-mailed him a thank you for working on the project, he e-mailed me back, I e-mailed him back, he e-mailed me and that's when the real flirting began and I made a choice....I did. I told him to e-mail me on the personal account....a green light to see where it might go and that night I got home and checked e-mail and there he was.....he e-mailed me. So, I admit I was culpable....I said it was okay for him to e-mail me, but HE was the one to do it, to take it to the next level and so I thought we were on the same page.
I thought he wanted to flirt and chat and the way he talked and the questions he asked about monogamy made me think he wanted something real, something physical, not just something virtual. And so, we began e-mailing and it was fun and exciting and it made me feel pretty and sexxy and desirable again after such a long time of feeling unattractive to the male species. Then it escalated and he asked for more....he wanted to IM with me. I hadn't done it in years and certainly not with any men, just girl friends, but it would make it easier he said and so I was game and the next day I loaded yahoo IM to my computer and we were off and running and it was fun and flirty and I felt good.
And then....he almost got caught. We'd set up rules...good ones I thought, ones that I designed and he agreed upon. He said we needed to be careful, didn't want to hurt our spouses, and then "he bent the rules". He went away with his wife and took his laptop and late one night we IMed and he knew he should keep the chatting with me short so as not to make his wife suspicious, but he kept chatting. Maybe I should have insisted, but I was flattered and 20 minutes later it was too late. The next day she questioned him on why he'd been on the computer so long, what was he doing? Oops-now he was nervous, guilty, jumpy with me. I wasn't to blame, he should know better, but I should have realized that for all his talk he was an amateur or maybe he wanted to get caught, I don't know....but we proceeded cautiously. The daily chats became every few day chats, he was nervous...understandably. But I should have known the writing was on the wall, that it couldn't last, that I was getting hooked on wanting him and he was too nervous, I should have backed away slowly, but I didn't, I couldn't and in the end the heartbreak would be all mine....leading me on a dark and dangerous path....could I survive and "break on through to the other side"? Could I try something foreign, enter a land of liars and cheats and sex starved souls and survive? Only time would tell....and what led me to this path? This land of sexual suggestions and innuendos? One very bad cam episode, but more on that later.....and what of that mysterious man.....let's call him Mr. Colorado for now....my sexual saviour, my beacon through the darkness called "yahoo chat"....who is he and just how did he come to my rescue? So much to say, so much to catch you up on.....future fun and excruciating installments to cum!
So, I guess I should begin at the beginning.......flashback.....Wednesday, Nov. 5th....
I was having a terrible day.....I mean terrible....the kind of day that makes you want to end it all....or at least get so drunk that you don't care what happens to you next. I had to go to work and see HIM. I was dreading it and desiring it at the same time. He basically ended it via e-mail on Monday and I was reeling from my emotions. I know this is where people would say, barely anything happened, some flirting, some online chat, some e-mails, a web cam episode....girl get over it....what did you think was going on?? But honestly, HONESTLY, I really thought that I could have my cake and eat it too. I thought we were on the same page....but we weren't.
I was so happy to have this guy who I have liked/thought was nice for 10 years show an interest in me. He's such a nice guy, funny, cute and I guess maybe I've had a crush on him for a long time. At one point I was so tempted to tell him I liked him (this was years ago) but I was married so where could it go? Then he got married and it was like....okay...we're both married...he's just a nice guy let's leave it at that.
Fast forward several years and I am still married, he is married with 3 kids and I only see him through work maybe once or twice a year. But we got thrown together for a project and it was so much fun hanging out with him and we seemed to click and we laughed and chatted and then he made a few flirty comments/probing questions and I couldn't help myself I opened up to him. I showed him a secret part of myself that I've keep hidden under lock and key for so long. He flirted, I couldn't help it, I admit, I flirted back, we exchanged "secret" e-mails and I didn't think anything would come of it....but it did.
The next day, I e-mailed him a thank you for working on the project, he e-mailed me back, I e-mailed him back, he e-mailed me and that's when the real flirting began and I made a choice....I did. I told him to e-mail me on the personal account....a green light to see where it might go and that night I got home and checked e-mail and there he was.....he e-mailed me. So, I admit I was culpable....I said it was okay for him to e-mail me, but HE was the one to do it, to take it to the next level and so I thought we were on the same page.
I thought he wanted to flirt and chat and the way he talked and the questions he asked about monogamy made me think he wanted something real, something physical, not just something virtual. And so, we began e-mailing and it was fun and exciting and it made me feel pretty and sexxy and desirable again after such a long time of feeling unattractive to the male species. Then it escalated and he asked for more....he wanted to IM with me. I hadn't done it in years and certainly not with any men, just girl friends, but it would make it easier he said and so I was game and the next day I loaded yahoo IM to my computer and we were off and running and it was fun and flirty and I felt good.
And then....he almost got caught. We'd set up rules...good ones I thought, ones that I designed and he agreed upon. He said we needed to be careful, didn't want to hurt our spouses, and then "he bent the rules". He went away with his wife and took his laptop and late one night we IMed and he knew he should keep the chatting with me short so as not to make his wife suspicious, but he kept chatting. Maybe I should have insisted, but I was flattered and 20 minutes later it was too late. The next day she questioned him on why he'd been on the computer so long, what was he doing? Oops-now he was nervous, guilty, jumpy with me. I wasn't to blame, he should know better, but I should have realized that for all his talk he was an amateur or maybe he wanted to get caught, I don't know....but we proceeded cautiously. The daily chats became every few day chats, he was nervous...understandably. But I should have known the writing was on the wall, that it couldn't last, that I was getting hooked on wanting him and he was too nervous, I should have backed away slowly, but I didn't, I couldn't and in the end the heartbreak would be all mine....leading me on a dark and dangerous path....could I survive and "break on through to the other side"? Could I try something foreign, enter a land of liars and cheats and sex starved souls and survive? Only time would tell....and what led me to this path? This land of sexual suggestions and innuendos? One very bad cam episode, but more on that later.....and what of that mysterious man.....let's call him Mr. Colorado for now....my sexual saviour, my beacon through the darkness called "yahoo chat"....who is he and just how did he come to my rescue? So much to say, so much to catch you up on.....future fun and excruciating installments to cum!
Thursday, November 6, 2008
Kicked to the Curb
When did something so fun and nice turn into heart break? Got my walking papers and then when I saw him today....he basically ignored me for an hour and a half. Tried so hard to be cool with it, but the whole time I could feel him ignoring me or if he wasn't he certainly put up a good show.....more some other time, right now feeling very undesirable.
Rejection is a bitch.
Rejection is a bitch.
Sunday, November 2, 2008
Naughty Girl
Last night my husband and I went out of town on a "date". It was fun to get out of the house and go some place different, do something different. Dinner, drinks, a little shopping-all fun. Yet, I couldn't stop myself from pushing the envelope and being a bit naughty in front of him.
We stopped in an independent record/CD shop that we both like and of course I went a little crazy buying CDs, but as I was browsing the bins, I couldn't help myself....an opportunity for naughty arose and I decided to go with it.
At this point I will mention that I was dressed to kill in a sexy little black dress, cute lace panties, a garter and stockings and I was feeling pretty invincible.
I walked up to the "K" bins I was searching for a group that I'd heard a bit about but didn't really know their music, "The Kings of Leon". My husband had walked around the other side of the bins and was facing me in full view as he too pawed through the Cd's searching for something to interest him.
As I began flipping through the Cd's, I realized that standing next to me was this younger guy (in his 20's, he had to be at least 5 or 10 years younger than me) totally not my type! He had on a ball cap and sleeveless shirt and his arms were covered, I mean covered, in tattoos. TOTALLY not my type! And yet, I was slightly attracted to him or at least attracted to the thought of being naughty.
So, as I slowly looked through the Kings of Leon Cd's I leaned towards him so that my arm was brushing against his tattooed arm. He didn't move. I looked up and my husband was busy looking at Cd's and didn't seem to notice. I leaned into his tattooed arm again willing him not to pull away, willing him to lean back into me. This continued for a good 3 or 4 minutes, and each time he moved slightly, I made a point to brush my naked upper arm against his naked tattooed bicep.
Finally, I looked up and held up a CD that had an erotic image on the cover and pointed it out to my husband. My husband who had been standing in front of me the whole time oblivious to my little naughty overture. At that point tattoo boy pulled away from me and then quickly walked up to the front of the store with his Cd's, paid and left.
I don't know why I did it, like I said he was not my type, but he intrigued me, and I was high on sexuality and wanted to see if this young thing would immediately pull away or go with the sensuality of the experience.
And damn it felt so good to touch some anonymous flesh....even for only a few minutes.....and not to have it pull away was so erotic and empowering!
We stopped in an independent record/CD shop that we both like and of course I went a little crazy buying CDs, but as I was browsing the bins, I couldn't help myself....an opportunity for naughty arose and I decided to go with it.
At this point I will mention that I was dressed to kill in a sexy little black dress, cute lace panties, a garter and stockings and I was feeling pretty invincible.
I walked up to the "K" bins I was searching for a group that I'd heard a bit about but didn't really know their music, "The Kings of Leon". My husband had walked around the other side of the bins and was facing me in full view as he too pawed through the Cd's searching for something to interest him.
As I began flipping through the Cd's, I realized that standing next to me was this younger guy (in his 20's, he had to be at least 5 or 10 years younger than me) totally not my type! He had on a ball cap and sleeveless shirt and his arms were covered, I mean covered, in tattoos. TOTALLY not my type! And yet, I was slightly attracted to him or at least attracted to the thought of being naughty.
So, as I slowly looked through the Kings of Leon Cd's I leaned towards him so that my arm was brushing against his tattooed arm. He didn't move. I looked up and my husband was busy looking at Cd's and didn't seem to notice. I leaned into his tattooed arm again willing him not to pull away, willing him to lean back into me. This continued for a good 3 or 4 minutes, and each time he moved slightly, I made a point to brush my naked upper arm against his naked tattooed bicep.
Finally, I looked up and held up a CD that had an erotic image on the cover and pointed it out to my husband. My husband who had been standing in front of me the whole time oblivious to my little naughty overture. At that point tattoo boy pulled away from me and then quickly walked up to the front of the store with his Cd's, paid and left.
I don't know why I did it, like I said he was not my type, but he intrigued me, and I was high on sexuality and wanted to see if this young thing would immediately pull away or go with the sensuality of the experience.
And damn it felt so good to touch some anonymous flesh....even for only a few minutes.....and not to have it pull away was so erotic and empowering!
Thursday, October 30, 2008
"Flying High"-stories to make him cum
She had been traveling all day...she was hot and sweaty and tired of being on a plane: humid, stale air, and airlines that no longer knew how to really service people. Gone were the days when a girl didn't have to pay $5 for a bloody mary and a packet of peanuts just to get her through a long day of flying.
Then there was the inevitable impatient bustling and jostling to get off the plane. Worries of reaching for an overhead bag and having it fall on top of another unsuspecting passenger's head. Hoping that some tall guy standing next to you will notice how short you are and will actually offer to get the bag down for you. Invariable as you try to get off the plane, arms full of luggage, book, purse, laptop you bump into someone, luggage catching on some one's outstretched foot or knee, knowing at some point that someone will touch your ass as you walk by; if you're lucky it will be someone cute, but most of the time it is some lecherous guy you wouldn't even deign to give a hand job to in order to make your monthly student loan payment.
As she edged her way down the aisle and off the plane, a man put his foot out and she tripped, her laptop swinging from her shoulder; it just missed hitting a tattooed kid in a basketball jersey and trucker cap who had leaned out in the aisle, oblivious, all the while yapping into his cell phone. As her bag wrenched her shoulder and she began to fall forward, the man in the aisle seat of the next row quickly stepped out, caught her by the shoulder and grabbed for the laptop bag. Carefully righting her, he gingerly placed the strap of the laptop bag back on her shoulder, gave her a quick up and down to check for any damage, then smiled broadly and stepped back into his seat so that she could get by.
She turned as she slid by the man's seat, flashing him a grateful smile taking in the short blond hair, the crinkly blue eyes that matched the small blue flowers on his tie. Crisp white shirt, tailored pants that accented a slight bulge just beneath the zipper, hints of coppery blond hair rising up from the back of his hand that rested on the seat back.
He quickly grinned back down at her, his hand rising to adjust the tie at his neck and in the next instant she was through the crush of people. Reaching the cockpit she thanked the crew and attendants for a safe flight and then carefully stepped off the plane into the warm air of the gang plank that led away from the stuffy, crowded plane into the bustle of the airport.
Making her way to the baggage carousel, she stood in line for what seamed like hours until her black bag with its lime colored tag finally made its way along the conveyor belt to a spot in front of her. Glancing at her watch she realized she was running slightly late and opted to get cab rather than wait for the airport shuttle.
Throwing her bags into a yellow cab waiting at the curbside, she breathed a sigh of relief, settled back into the cracked vinyl upholstery and told the driver to take her to the Doubletree Inn at 4th and Connolly. She would just have time to check in, drop her bags, splash some cold water on her face and race back out to her all day conference. She had a long day ahead of her and couldn't wait till her session was over so she could get back to her hotel room, take a long, steamy bubbly bath, drink some wine, and then sink naked onto her bed and just.....be.
At 6pm, her meetings finally finished, she headed back to the hotel, stopping by the concierge's desk to request a fruit and cheese plate and a bottle of Prosecco be sent to her room. Dropping her laptop and purse on the bed, she undid the zip on her dress and dropped it to the floor, padding across the room in a black lace bra and panty set, she carefully undid the straps of her garter belt, slowly shucking off the thin black stockings they had held, leaving them trailing behind her like the skins of a freshly molted snake. Turning the tap on full blast, she adjusted the temperature of the water to just slightly less than molten, added some lavender bubble bath, and grabbed the terry robe from it's hook. Just then there was a knock on the door.
Slipping the robe on over her bra and panties, she quickly undid the clasp of the black garter and threw it carelessly on the bed as she headed for the entrance. Opening the door, she stood aside to let the waiter in with her food and wine. Setting the tray down, he carefully unfoiled the bottle, and oh so gently "popped" the cork in the proper fashion-no loud noises, no rush of bubbles, just the elegant hiss of air escaping as the scent of lemons and honey filling the room. He poured her a glass of wine, unwrapped her cheese and fruit, surveyed the room then headed out the door as she handed him a generous tip.
Dropping the robe, she slipped out of her lacy bottoms, unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. She snatched up a piece of apple and cheese, popped it in her mouth, swallowed some of the wine, feeling it bubble over her teeth melting the cheese over the apple, then quickly headed into the bathroom to turn off the tap.
Gingerly placing her glass of wine on the edge of the tub, she reached over to turn the radio to a smooth jazz station (nothing like Coltrane to put you in the mood for a little self love), then carefully stepped into the steaming tub. The shock of hot water against her skin made her stop for a second, then carefully she added her other foot to the mix standing for another second, feeling the steam rise up to fluff the hair of her cunt...instantly frizzing it. Slowly, slowly she edged down into the water, feeling the hot water race over her cool bits, bubbles rocking back and forth like the wake from a speedboat as it angled along a coastline. Once settled into the steaming bath, feeling her skin prickly and flush with blood from the warmth she leaned back and reached for her glass of wine. Taking a sip of wine, she closed her eyes, rolling the sweet liquid over her tongue, the soft melody of saxophone playing in her ear, and then slowly her other hand glided through the water to rest upon her mound, seeking out her clitoris, she slowly began to stroke back and forth keeping in time with the gentle melody.
As she stroked herself, she arched her back, her nipples peaking up out of the water and bubbles, the suddenness of the chill air instantly hardening them into points, rigid with the desire to be teased and sucked on, causing a mini orgasm to ripple through her body. Taking another gulp of wine, the bubbles rising against the glass, she arched her back even more, bending her legs up, knees peeking out of the water, her cunt reaching for the water's surface a tangle of bush floating to the top. Slowly she pulled her finger away from her clit and with her other hand she reached forward with the glass of Prosecco and gently tipped it. The wine cascaded down over her clit, bubbles splashing up over her hot, wet pleasure spot, down into the crevasses of her vagina....the gentle stimulation causing her clit to harden, an orgasm rushing through her as the ring finger of her other hand slowly pushed back and forth under the flow of wine and a warm jet of cum shot out from her clit, arcing into the air and the trickling down after the wine into her hot moist vagina.
Leaning back, feeling the afterglow of such a powerful orgasm, she raised her glass to her lips and quickly finished off the rest of the wine. Setting the glass down, she pushed herself up out of the water and stood to get out of the tub. Water and wine raced down her legs from her moist, hot cunt as she reached for a towel, wrapped it around herself and then pulling the drain on the tub, walked out into the other room, laid across her bed and let the towel fall open, the cool air once again hardening her nipples and slowly beginning to air dry her bush into a fluffy tangle.
Reaching up with her hand she cupped her breasts rubbing her thumbs and forefingers back and forth over her nipples as tingles of pleasure raced down her body towards her clit. Bending slightly forward she did a contortionist move and slowly slid her mouth over her right breast she used her lips and tongue to lick and suck on her nipple, nibbling and biting it till it engorged and filled her mouth as her left hand slid down seeking out her clit once more, stroking it back and forth, back and forth until she could stand it no longer and another long, shivering orgasm raced through her cunt and down into her thighs, her legs instantly tightening on her hand as she slid one finger into her cunt stroking it back and forth as her thumb continued to play against her clit. Releasing her breast from her teeth, she slid her other hand down between her legs and as she slid another finger into her cunt, filling the space now with two fingers, her other hand took over and began furiously stoking away at her clit. The dual action of fingers against clit and inside her vagina furiously stroking and fucking away reached frenzied proportions and with a long moan she felt the cum rush from her clit and makes its way down into her cunt. Slowly she pulled her hand out of her vagina, lifted it to her face and slid each cum drenched finger into her mouth, licking and sucking on her own juices as for a third time her other hand furiously rubbed her clit until one last orgasm rocketed through her body. Finally spent, her hands fell back on the bed as she laid there, enjoying her pleasure...her mind wandering back through her long day to that nice stranger on the plane.
After a bit she rose and headed back into the bathroom to wash her hands, she thought about rinsing off again, but the scent of her own juices lingering on her body aroused her and she decided against it. Instead she stood before the mirror carefully applying mascara and black eyeliner, some purple/silver shadow, and a deep purple lipstick to her face. Flipping her head over she shook out her long hair, teasing it with her fingers till it left a sexxy, messy tangle of curls about her head. Gliding back to the other room she reached into a drawer and pulled out a thin, black lace thong with little rhinestones lined up all along the thin strip of cloth that nestled tightly between the cheeks of her ass, each step causing the hard stones to rub against her clit and send a ripple of pleasure through her cunt. Carefully she slid a different matching thin lace bra over her huge breasts, adjusting them so that they just peeked out over the demi cups of the bra. She reached into the closet and pulled out a flimsy, short black sleeveless dress and slipped it on over her head, it cascaded down hugging her curves. Grabbing a pair of 4 inch fuck me black velvet pumps she quickly buckled them on, grabbed her little clutch and headed out the door, hotel key in hand. Bypassing the elevator she skipped down the few short flights to the lobby and headed into the hotel bar to grab a drink and possibly find some comfort in the arms of a willing stranger. Self love had it's benefits, but the feel of a hot, hard willing cock inside her was what she really craved.
Scanning the dimly lit room, she headed for the far side of the bar, slid into a seat and ordered a glass of champagne. The bartender handed her her drink and slid a bowl of pretzels her way. The sweet amber liquid mixed with the salty pretzels was a welcoming sensation and after her long day and busy bath time, she settled back into her seat willing to allow herself to become the hunted rather than the huntress.
As she slowly sipped her champagne and reached for another pretzel she began to wonder whether she should call it a night and head back to her room for an early bedtime. The thought of the cool sheets on her warm skin made her realize how spent she was from the long day, the travel, the meetings, even her own sexual gratification earlier. She was definitely feeling mellow and the thought of hanging around the bar hoping some kindred spirit would drift her way and make a move on her suddenly became unappealing. She had already had a pleasant evening on her own and why spoil it wishing and hoping for something that might not happen as much as she wanted it to? She pushed aside the pretzels, took a final gulp of her drink and as she set the glass down and began to swivel away from the bar, she felt a hand firmly rest itself on her shoulder and push her gently back in her chair.
Looking up, she caught a glimpse of a wickedly handsome smile and a flash of blue eyes. It was him....the man from the plane only this time he was dressed quite casually. Gone was the suit and tie, replaced with a pair of tight jeans and a black cashmere sweater. The man's hand slowly slid from her shoulder and flicked back her long, red hair. Slowly he leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against her earlobe. The hair at the nape of her neck stood on ends, as she drew in a breathe and turned ever so slightly towards him. As she locked eyes with him, she realized how exquisitely handsome he was, all lean and tall and nicely defined. He leaned towards her and carefully brushed his lips against hers then carefully pulled back to assess the situation.
Careful not to lean into him to much and expose her hand, she gave him a look of slight indifference and then waited to see what he would do next. She hadn't seemed very proactive, but then again she hadn't seemed shocked or appalled by his kiss. Leaning towards her again, he reached out a hand and slowly slid it along her thigh underneath the filmy black layers of her dress, his hand creeping closer and closer to her warm, moist cunt as his lips once again caressed her own. This time as he pulled back though, she leaned slightly forward and carefully bit into his lower lip, refusing to release him from her mouth. She pulled slightly, feeling a tug of resistance and as she looked deep into his eyes she slowly let go at the same time gently grasping his wrist and pulling his hand out from underneath her dress.
Clasping his hand in hers, she turned and slipped off the bar stool, heading towards the elevator-pulling him gently along. As they entered the elevator and the doors closed, she pressed the button for her floor then firmly pushed the helpful stranger back against the wall and slowly slid her hand beneath the band of his jeans, feeling his cock harden to her touch.
As the elevator stopped, she careful slid her hand away from his throbbing member and turned to lead him out into the hallway. His hand in hers, she carefully pulled him along to her door and then unlocking it, she swung the door open and they both stepped into her room. At this point, the stranger looked down at her with a wicked grin then turning her to face him, he reached for her dress and pulled it over her head leaving her standing there in bra and thong and her fuck me heels. Firmly but carefully grabbing her forearm, he leaned in and once again kissed her, this time pressing his advantage and sliding his tongue deep down her throat. As she pulled away, he spun her, gently flinging her against the bed so that she was now leaning over the edge, her legs spread wide, her arms outstretched grasping at the bedspread.
She heard the soft whisper of metal against cloth as he undid his jeans and stepped out of them. As she glanced back, she saw his cock stiff with desire and she felt her cunt moisten with anticipation. Leaning over her, his hand firmly tugged the g-string of her panties aside and she felt his cock thrust into her as he slowly began to push and pull in and out of her wet pussy. She leaned into him willing his cock to push deeper and deeper within her cunt, feeling the tip hit against her cervix, wanting him to fuck her as hard as he could. Harder and harder he thrust into her, leaning over her body, his hand reaching around to stroke and fondle her breast as she began to moan, her orgasm building with each push of his cock into her willing cunt. When she thought she could take no more, he slowly pulled out his cock and she felt tears spring to her eyes at the thought of his cock no longer inside her, her orgasm not quite reached.
It was then that he gently turned her and lifting one leg so that her ankle rested on his shoulder, he placed his other hand on the edge of the bed and then slowly, inch by inch he leaned into her, kissing her full on the mouth as his cock slid an agonizingly slow slide deep into her cunt once more. When it had finally halted against her cervix, he slowly began to thrust deeply back and forth, all the while his lips locking onto hers, his tongue seeking hers out, his body pressed firmly against hers. Each thrust drove her deeper into her climax and as a long moan escaped her lips, she felt him jerk once then twice within her as he filled her with his cum.
With one last long kiss, he slowly pulled out of her dripping cunt and pushed her back onto the bed, reaching down he pulled on his jeans, gave her an impish grin and then headed towards the door, turning one last time to smile at her with a look of self satisfaction.
As the door clicked shut, she stretched out along the bed, pulling her legs up to her chest, picturing in her mind's eye each thrust of his cock within her. Letting out one long, slow sigh of utter pleasure, it was then that she realized that her thong was gone. As he slowly pulled his cock out of her that final time, he had quietly pulled her panties off, stuffing them into the pocket of his jeans...a trophy for his future personal pleasure.
Then there was the inevitable impatient bustling and jostling to get off the plane. Worries of reaching for an overhead bag and having it fall on top of another unsuspecting passenger's head. Hoping that some tall guy standing next to you will notice how short you are and will actually offer to get the bag down for you. Invariable as you try to get off the plane, arms full of luggage, book, purse, laptop you bump into someone, luggage catching on some one's outstretched foot or knee, knowing at some point that someone will touch your ass as you walk by; if you're lucky it will be someone cute, but most of the time it is some lecherous guy you wouldn't even deign to give a hand job to in order to make your monthly student loan payment.
As she edged her way down the aisle and off the plane, a man put his foot out and she tripped, her laptop swinging from her shoulder; it just missed hitting a tattooed kid in a basketball jersey and trucker cap who had leaned out in the aisle, oblivious, all the while yapping into his cell phone. As her bag wrenched her shoulder and she began to fall forward, the man in the aisle seat of the next row quickly stepped out, caught her by the shoulder and grabbed for the laptop bag. Carefully righting her, he gingerly placed the strap of the laptop bag back on her shoulder, gave her a quick up and down to check for any damage, then smiled broadly and stepped back into his seat so that she could get by.
She turned as she slid by the man's seat, flashing him a grateful smile taking in the short blond hair, the crinkly blue eyes that matched the small blue flowers on his tie. Crisp white shirt, tailored pants that accented a slight bulge just beneath the zipper, hints of coppery blond hair rising up from the back of his hand that rested on the seat back.
He quickly grinned back down at her, his hand rising to adjust the tie at his neck and in the next instant she was through the crush of people. Reaching the cockpit she thanked the crew and attendants for a safe flight and then carefully stepped off the plane into the warm air of the gang plank that led away from the stuffy, crowded plane into the bustle of the airport.
Making her way to the baggage carousel, she stood in line for what seamed like hours until her black bag with its lime colored tag finally made its way along the conveyor belt to a spot in front of her. Glancing at her watch she realized she was running slightly late and opted to get cab rather than wait for the airport shuttle.
Throwing her bags into a yellow cab waiting at the curbside, she breathed a sigh of relief, settled back into the cracked vinyl upholstery and told the driver to take her to the Doubletree Inn at 4th and Connolly. She would just have time to check in, drop her bags, splash some cold water on her face and race back out to her all day conference. She had a long day ahead of her and couldn't wait till her session was over so she could get back to her hotel room, take a long, steamy bubbly bath, drink some wine, and then sink naked onto her bed and just.....be.
At 6pm, her meetings finally finished, she headed back to the hotel, stopping by the concierge's desk to request a fruit and cheese plate and a bottle of Prosecco be sent to her room. Dropping her laptop and purse on the bed, she undid the zip on her dress and dropped it to the floor, padding across the room in a black lace bra and panty set, she carefully undid the straps of her garter belt, slowly shucking off the thin black stockings they had held, leaving them trailing behind her like the skins of a freshly molted snake. Turning the tap on full blast, she adjusted the temperature of the water to just slightly less than molten, added some lavender bubble bath, and grabbed the terry robe from it's hook. Just then there was a knock on the door.
Slipping the robe on over her bra and panties, she quickly undid the clasp of the black garter and threw it carelessly on the bed as she headed for the entrance. Opening the door, she stood aside to let the waiter in with her food and wine. Setting the tray down, he carefully unfoiled the bottle, and oh so gently "popped" the cork in the proper fashion-no loud noises, no rush of bubbles, just the elegant hiss of air escaping as the scent of lemons and honey filling the room. He poured her a glass of wine, unwrapped her cheese and fruit, surveyed the room then headed out the door as she handed him a generous tip.
Dropping the robe, she slipped out of her lacy bottoms, unhooked her bra and let it drop to the floor. She snatched up a piece of apple and cheese, popped it in her mouth, swallowed some of the wine, feeling it bubble over her teeth melting the cheese over the apple, then quickly headed into the bathroom to turn off the tap.
Gingerly placing her glass of wine on the edge of the tub, she reached over to turn the radio to a smooth jazz station (nothing like Coltrane to put you in the mood for a little self love), then carefully stepped into the steaming tub. The shock of hot water against her skin made her stop for a second, then carefully she added her other foot to the mix standing for another second, feeling the steam rise up to fluff the hair of her cunt...instantly frizzing it. Slowly, slowly she edged down into the water, feeling the hot water race over her cool bits, bubbles rocking back and forth like the wake from a speedboat as it angled along a coastline. Once settled into the steaming bath, feeling her skin prickly and flush with blood from the warmth she leaned back and reached for her glass of wine. Taking a sip of wine, she closed her eyes, rolling the sweet liquid over her tongue, the soft melody of saxophone playing in her ear, and then slowly her other hand glided through the water to rest upon her mound, seeking out her clitoris, she slowly began to stroke back and forth keeping in time with the gentle melody.
As she stroked herself, she arched her back, her nipples peaking up out of the water and bubbles, the suddenness of the chill air instantly hardening them into points, rigid with the desire to be teased and sucked on, causing a mini orgasm to ripple through her body. Taking another gulp of wine, the bubbles rising against the glass, she arched her back even more, bending her legs up, knees peeking out of the water, her cunt reaching for the water's surface a tangle of bush floating to the top. Slowly she pulled her finger away from her clit and with her other hand she reached forward with the glass of Prosecco and gently tipped it. The wine cascaded down over her clit, bubbles splashing up over her hot, wet pleasure spot, down into the crevasses of her vagina....the gentle stimulation causing her clit to harden, an orgasm rushing through her as the ring finger of her other hand slowly pushed back and forth under the flow of wine and a warm jet of cum shot out from her clit, arcing into the air and the trickling down after the wine into her hot moist vagina.
Leaning back, feeling the afterglow of such a powerful orgasm, she raised her glass to her lips and quickly finished off the rest of the wine. Setting the glass down, she pushed herself up out of the water and stood to get out of the tub. Water and wine raced down her legs from her moist, hot cunt as she reached for a towel, wrapped it around herself and then pulling the drain on the tub, walked out into the other room, laid across her bed and let the towel fall open, the cool air once again hardening her nipples and slowly beginning to air dry her bush into a fluffy tangle.
Reaching up with her hand she cupped her breasts rubbing her thumbs and forefingers back and forth over her nipples as tingles of pleasure raced down her body towards her clit. Bending slightly forward she did a contortionist move and slowly slid her mouth over her right breast she used her lips and tongue to lick and suck on her nipple, nibbling and biting it till it engorged and filled her mouth as her left hand slid down seeking out her clit once more, stroking it back and forth, back and forth until she could stand it no longer and another long, shivering orgasm raced through her cunt and down into her thighs, her legs instantly tightening on her hand as she slid one finger into her cunt stroking it back and forth as her thumb continued to play against her clit. Releasing her breast from her teeth, she slid her other hand down between her legs and as she slid another finger into her cunt, filling the space now with two fingers, her other hand took over and began furiously stoking away at her clit. The dual action of fingers against clit and inside her vagina furiously stroking and fucking away reached frenzied proportions and with a long moan she felt the cum rush from her clit and makes its way down into her cunt. Slowly she pulled her hand out of her vagina, lifted it to her face and slid each cum drenched finger into her mouth, licking and sucking on her own juices as for a third time her other hand furiously rubbed her clit until one last orgasm rocketed through her body. Finally spent, her hands fell back on the bed as she laid there, enjoying her pleasure...her mind wandering back through her long day to that nice stranger on the plane.
After a bit she rose and headed back into the bathroom to wash her hands, she thought about rinsing off again, but the scent of her own juices lingering on her body aroused her and she decided against it. Instead she stood before the mirror carefully applying mascara and black eyeliner, some purple/silver shadow, and a deep purple lipstick to her face. Flipping her head over she shook out her long hair, teasing it with her fingers till it left a sexxy, messy tangle of curls about her head. Gliding back to the other room she reached into a drawer and pulled out a thin, black lace thong with little rhinestones lined up all along the thin strip of cloth that nestled tightly between the cheeks of her ass, each step causing the hard stones to rub against her clit and send a ripple of pleasure through her cunt. Carefully she slid a different matching thin lace bra over her huge breasts, adjusting them so that they just peeked out over the demi cups of the bra. She reached into the closet and pulled out a flimsy, short black sleeveless dress and slipped it on over her head, it cascaded down hugging her curves. Grabbing a pair of 4 inch fuck me black velvet pumps she quickly buckled them on, grabbed her little clutch and headed out the door, hotel key in hand. Bypassing the elevator she skipped down the few short flights to the lobby and headed into the hotel bar to grab a drink and possibly find some comfort in the arms of a willing stranger. Self love had it's benefits, but the feel of a hot, hard willing cock inside her was what she really craved.
Scanning the dimly lit room, she headed for the far side of the bar, slid into a seat and ordered a glass of champagne. The bartender handed her her drink and slid a bowl of pretzels her way. The sweet amber liquid mixed with the salty pretzels was a welcoming sensation and after her long day and busy bath time, she settled back into her seat willing to allow herself to become the hunted rather than the huntress.
As she slowly sipped her champagne and reached for another pretzel she began to wonder whether she should call it a night and head back to her room for an early bedtime. The thought of the cool sheets on her warm skin made her realize how spent she was from the long day, the travel, the meetings, even her own sexual gratification earlier. She was definitely feeling mellow and the thought of hanging around the bar hoping some kindred spirit would drift her way and make a move on her suddenly became unappealing. She had already had a pleasant evening on her own and why spoil it wishing and hoping for something that might not happen as much as she wanted it to? She pushed aside the pretzels, took a final gulp of her drink and as she set the glass down and began to swivel away from the bar, she felt a hand firmly rest itself on her shoulder and push her gently back in her chair.
Looking up, she caught a glimpse of a wickedly handsome smile and a flash of blue eyes. It was him....the man from the plane only this time he was dressed quite casually. Gone was the suit and tie, replaced with a pair of tight jeans and a black cashmere sweater. The man's hand slowly slid from her shoulder and flicked back her long, red hair. Slowly he leaned forward and gently brushed his lips against her earlobe. The hair at the nape of her neck stood on ends, as she drew in a breathe and turned ever so slightly towards him. As she locked eyes with him, she realized how exquisitely handsome he was, all lean and tall and nicely defined. He leaned towards her and carefully brushed his lips against hers then carefully pulled back to assess the situation.
Careful not to lean into him to much and expose her hand, she gave him a look of slight indifference and then waited to see what he would do next. She hadn't seemed very proactive, but then again she hadn't seemed shocked or appalled by his kiss. Leaning towards her again, he reached out a hand and slowly slid it along her thigh underneath the filmy black layers of her dress, his hand creeping closer and closer to her warm, moist cunt as his lips once again caressed her own. This time as he pulled back though, she leaned slightly forward and carefully bit into his lower lip, refusing to release him from her mouth. She pulled slightly, feeling a tug of resistance and as she looked deep into his eyes she slowly let go at the same time gently grasping his wrist and pulling his hand out from underneath her dress.
Clasping his hand in hers, she turned and slipped off the bar stool, heading towards the elevator-pulling him gently along. As they entered the elevator and the doors closed, she pressed the button for her floor then firmly pushed the helpful stranger back against the wall and slowly slid her hand beneath the band of his jeans, feeling his cock harden to her touch.
As the elevator stopped, she careful slid her hand away from his throbbing member and turned to lead him out into the hallway. His hand in hers, she carefully pulled him along to her door and then unlocking it, she swung the door open and they both stepped into her room. At this point, the stranger looked down at her with a wicked grin then turning her to face him, he reached for her dress and pulled it over her head leaving her standing there in bra and thong and her fuck me heels. Firmly but carefully grabbing her forearm, he leaned in and once again kissed her, this time pressing his advantage and sliding his tongue deep down her throat. As she pulled away, he spun her, gently flinging her against the bed so that she was now leaning over the edge, her legs spread wide, her arms outstretched grasping at the bedspread.
She heard the soft whisper of metal against cloth as he undid his jeans and stepped out of them. As she glanced back, she saw his cock stiff with desire and she felt her cunt moisten with anticipation. Leaning over her, his hand firmly tugged the g-string of her panties aside and she felt his cock thrust into her as he slowly began to push and pull in and out of her wet pussy. She leaned into him willing his cock to push deeper and deeper within her cunt, feeling the tip hit against her cervix, wanting him to fuck her as hard as he could. Harder and harder he thrust into her, leaning over her body, his hand reaching around to stroke and fondle her breast as she began to moan, her orgasm building with each push of his cock into her willing cunt. When she thought she could take no more, he slowly pulled out his cock and she felt tears spring to her eyes at the thought of his cock no longer inside her, her orgasm not quite reached.
It was then that he gently turned her and lifting one leg so that her ankle rested on his shoulder, he placed his other hand on the edge of the bed and then slowly, inch by inch he leaned into her, kissing her full on the mouth as his cock slid an agonizingly slow slide deep into her cunt once more. When it had finally halted against her cervix, he slowly began to thrust deeply back and forth, all the while his lips locking onto hers, his tongue seeking hers out, his body pressed firmly against hers. Each thrust drove her deeper into her climax and as a long moan escaped her lips, she felt him jerk once then twice within her as he filled her with his cum.
With one last long kiss, he slowly pulled out of her dripping cunt and pushed her back onto the bed, reaching down he pulled on his jeans, gave her an impish grin and then headed towards the door, turning one last time to smile at her with a look of self satisfaction.
As the door clicked shut, she stretched out along the bed, pulling her legs up to her chest, picturing in her mind's eye each thrust of his cock within her. Letting out one long, slow sigh of utter pleasure, it was then that she realized that her thong was gone. As he slowly pulled his cock out of her that final time, he had quietly pulled her panties off, stuffing them into the pocket of his jeans...a trophy for his future personal pleasure.
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Wishing and Hoping and Wondering
Sometime next week, I am supposed to see "HIM", Mr. Lickable, Mr. Pie a la Mode. He is supposed to be passing through town and has said he will stop by my work on the way/at some point that day.
Part of me is totally excited and part of me is TOTALLY FREAKING OUT! I feel like doomsday is arriving, any second now, the sun will go supernova and the earth will explode.
I know only one thing, I must look smokin' for him....if he is going to end this, I want to look so hot that he questions his motivations and wonders if he is doing the right thing. So, I spent the weekend clothes shopping (ugh) for a really nice short black skirt. Short enough to show off my legs, make me look sexy, but long enough that it will pass muster at work.
On the one hand, I am totally excited that I might see him, but on the other, I am worried that he is going to use this meeting as an excuse to finally break it off with me. Not that much is going on at this point. Since the whole "web cam" fiasco (jeepers it was just a question, not the Spanish inquisition) and me going from feeling like a cyber mistress to a $10 ho that got gypped out of her $10 in the space of a few minutes, I have been waiting around like a bitch in heat for his next sex related e-mail, but to no avail. I was told that he needed time, that he doesn't like feeling good about it one minute, then guilty the next, but that was a month ago and no more "sex talk" from him. Now, I may have an advanced degree, but why am I so stupid not to realize that a month is a long time not to want to flirt/have cyber sex with a girl and that if I were not so desperate for this guy's attentions I would realize that that probably means he's not interested in me anymore.
Either way, I am totally frustrated that while he isn't sending me flirty e-mails anymore or even e-mailing my "alter ego" account anymore, he is still e-mailing me stuff at my work e-mail. It has me totally confused! Of course, he can't say that much in my work e-mails and the frustration is that neither can I, especially since I have to be REALLY careful what I send in my work e-mail, but again....if he just wanted to totally break it off, why even bother replying or sending me an e-mail with a question in it that he knows I'll answer to my work e-mail. Why not just not e-mail at all??? Then I would definitely take the hint.
And all this just makes me feel stupid. Makes me feel like I trusted too much, that I opened myself up to much, that he has all the power. It makes me feel angry with myself that I let him know how much I like him and desire him (which was fine when he was fully engaged, but now makes me upset with myself because I don't know if he just wants to dump me and doesn't know how and I feel so stupid).
Part of me holds out hope that he really does like me and is just struggling or really too afraid to e-mail from home anymore for fear that the wife will find out, but the other part of me feels used, like he got what he wanted and just doesn't know how to extricate himself because we do occassionally work together.
It makes me feel less and less desirable every day. It makes me feel like a used tissue still stuck to someone's shoe after they've left the lavatory. I hate myself for liking him so much, for wanting him so much, for trusting him so much, for revealing too much of myself to him.
Part of me just wants to crawl in a hole and part of me wants to figure out where to go to safely find some anonymous cyber buddy (who I never met/knew in person) and just have a casual cyber fling with just to make me feel better about myself again.
I know not many people read this, but if you have any advice out there I'll take it.
In the meantime, I want to see him, I want him to tell me what's going on (even if I don't want to hear anything like "I don't want this anymore", even if I don't want to be the person getting dumped or rejected) and at the same time I am so afraid of what will happen....I want him to want me.....why doesn't he want me?
I feel like Meg Ryan in "When Harry Met Sally" when she finds out her ex is marrying the transitional girl. "What's wrong with me?, Why doesn't he want me?"
Part of me is totally excited and part of me is TOTALLY FREAKING OUT! I feel like doomsday is arriving, any second now, the sun will go supernova and the earth will explode.
I know only one thing, I must look smokin' for him....if he is going to end this, I want to look so hot that he questions his motivations and wonders if he is doing the right thing. So, I spent the weekend clothes shopping (ugh) for a really nice short black skirt. Short enough to show off my legs, make me look sexy, but long enough that it will pass muster at work.
On the one hand, I am totally excited that I might see him, but on the other, I am worried that he is going to use this meeting as an excuse to finally break it off with me. Not that much is going on at this point. Since the whole "web cam" fiasco (jeepers it was just a question, not the Spanish inquisition) and me going from feeling like a cyber mistress to a $10 ho that got gypped out of her $10 in the space of a few minutes, I have been waiting around like a bitch in heat for his next sex related e-mail, but to no avail. I was told that he needed time, that he doesn't like feeling good about it one minute, then guilty the next, but that was a month ago and no more "sex talk" from him. Now, I may have an advanced degree, but why am I so stupid not to realize that a month is a long time not to want to flirt/have cyber sex with a girl and that if I were not so desperate for this guy's attentions I would realize that that probably means he's not interested in me anymore.
Either way, I am totally frustrated that while he isn't sending me flirty e-mails anymore or even e-mailing my "alter ego" account anymore, he is still e-mailing me stuff at my work e-mail. It has me totally confused! Of course, he can't say that much in my work e-mails and the frustration is that neither can I, especially since I have to be REALLY careful what I send in my work e-mail, but again....if he just wanted to totally break it off, why even bother replying or sending me an e-mail with a question in it that he knows I'll answer to my work e-mail. Why not just not e-mail at all??? Then I would definitely take the hint.
And all this just makes me feel stupid. Makes me feel like I trusted too much, that I opened myself up to much, that he has all the power. It makes me feel angry with myself that I let him know how much I like him and desire him (which was fine when he was fully engaged, but now makes me upset with myself because I don't know if he just wants to dump me and doesn't know how and I feel so stupid).
Part of me holds out hope that he really does like me and is just struggling or really too afraid to e-mail from home anymore for fear that the wife will find out, but the other part of me feels used, like he got what he wanted and just doesn't know how to extricate himself because we do occassionally work together.
It makes me feel less and less desirable every day. It makes me feel like a used tissue still stuck to someone's shoe after they've left the lavatory. I hate myself for liking him so much, for wanting him so much, for trusting him so much, for revealing too much of myself to him.
Part of me just wants to crawl in a hole and part of me wants to figure out where to go to safely find some anonymous cyber buddy (who I never met/knew in person) and just have a casual cyber fling with just to make me feel better about myself again.
I know not many people read this, but if you have any advice out there I'll take it.
In the meantime, I want to see him, I want him to tell me what's going on (even if I don't want to hear anything like "I don't want this anymore", even if I don't want to be the person getting dumped or rejected) and at the same time I am so afraid of what will happen....I want him to want me.....why doesn't he want me?
I feel like Meg Ryan in "When Harry Met Sally" when she finds out her ex is marrying the transitional girl. "What's wrong with me?, Why doesn't he want me?"
Saturday, October 25, 2008
Tagged...I'm It (I Guess)
So, I got tagged by Sierra
The Rules-
* Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
* Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog - some random, some weird.
* Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blog.
* Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog
1) I am part native-american, but do not have any "official" tribal affiliation.
2) I hate it when I catch my husband secretly masturbating to porn online because it makes me jealous that he is not trying to have sex with me, yet at the same time I secretly love to watch girl on girl porn because it makes me super horny and I like to masturbate to it.
3) I like to eat cottage cheese with pineapple, but I don't do it very often. (The texture is yummy!)
4) I LOVE to be finger fucked/fisted while being eaten out at the same time!
5) I occasionally like to watch episodes of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" dubbed in French (even though I don't speak French) with English subtitles.
6) At one time or another I have used the following items to masturbate: a toothbrush (both electric and manual), a clothes pin, a carrot, an ice cube, a wooden spoon.
7) The first time I ever had anal sex was while being fucked in a cemetery.
Okay tag, you're it. I'm a newbie to this kind of blogging though so I don't think I can come up with seven and those I do come up with don't "kill the messenger" (play if you want to and if you don't want to just use your "safe" word.)
The Glow Inside
Honey's Hive
Uncommon Curiosity
Okay, so three isn't 7, but it's more than 2 and since I'm new to this, I really don't know enough bloggers out there who wouldn't mind being tagged, so I leave it at this...if you read this and you would "want" to play then just go ahead and join the fun
The Rules-
* Link to your tagger and list these rules on your blog.
* Share 7 facts about yourself on your blog - some random, some weird.
* Tag 7 people at the end of your post by leaving their names as well as links to their blog.
* Let them know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog
1) I am part native-american, but do not have any "official" tribal affiliation.
2) I hate it when I catch my husband secretly masturbating to porn online because it makes me jealous that he is not trying to have sex with me, yet at the same time I secretly love to watch girl on girl porn because it makes me super horny and I like to masturbate to it.
3) I like to eat cottage cheese with pineapple, but I don't do it very often. (The texture is yummy!)
4) I LOVE to be finger fucked/fisted while being eaten out at the same time!
5) I occasionally like to watch episodes of "Buffy the Vampire Slayer" dubbed in French (even though I don't speak French) with English subtitles.
6) At one time or another I have used the following items to masturbate: a toothbrush (both electric and manual), a clothes pin, a carrot, an ice cube, a wooden spoon.
7) The first time I ever had anal sex was while being fucked in a cemetery.
Okay tag, you're it. I'm a newbie to this kind of blogging though so I don't think I can come up with seven and those I do come up with don't "kill the messenger" (play if you want to and if you don't want to just use your "safe" word.)
The Glow Inside
Honey's Hive
Uncommon Curiosity
Okay, so three isn't 7, but it's more than 2 and since I'm new to this, I really don't know enough bloggers out there who wouldn't mind being tagged, so I leave it at this...if you read this and you would "want" to play then just go ahead and join the fun
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