June NST

I knocked on the door even though he knew I was coming over. I heard the familiar, "It's open hun." I have not decided if I like this greeting. "Hun" seems condescending in some way but from his lips it is almost endearing.

I opened the door and saw him sitting on the big sectional. I could hear some sort of sport playing on the television but when I entered I had his attention. He had on a t-shirt that he must have shrank in the dryer and a pair of boxers. Sliding my feet out of my heels I set my purse on the floor next to them.

"How was your week?" I asked as I began taking off my earrings. "It was busy and stressful." he replied. I slipped the gold bracelets over my hand and placed them into my purse. "MMM... I can relate."

Walking towards the couch his phone rang. It was sitting on the recliner so I picked it up to hand it to him. I excused myself and went to the bathroom so he could talk in private despite the use of his speaker phone.

The heat had made my make-up look smeared but then again what I was about to engage in was going to make it worse. When I heard him end his call I emerged from the bathroom. I took a seat on the couch over in the corner of the sectional. I wanted a chance to just look at him, to see him, observe him. The way he purses his lips when he is thinking or being serious.

He truly is adorable and mysterious. I longed to touch him. I inched over towards him until I could touch his face. Run my hand across his military hair cut and then planted a kiss on his lips. A wanton moan escaped my lips.

After a few heated kisses I had to adjust my body. He reached for my breast. "You are braless?" he asked with a child like smirk. "No I already took it off. It was the complicated one." I smiled when I saw a light flicker across his eyes remembering one of our previous encounters.

I wanted to be closer to him. Sliding my fingers beneath the thread bare boxers I found what I was looking for, his very hard beautiful cock. I threaded my fingers around it as my lips found his lips again. His kisses had gotten better, more sensual. We were becoming more in tuned to one another.

The need started to build. I wanted to have him in my mouth, I wanted to have him in me. My need was matched by his. He lifted his butt so I could slip his boxers off. I took him into my mouth fully. Sliding my mouth and hands up and down his shaft. Hearing him moan turned me on. Knowing I was making him want me.

"Let's go to the bedroom." He stated in a tone that meant there was no room for objections. I stood and unbuttoned my dress pants. I stepped right out of them. He grabbed my hand and led me to the bedroom.

I had broken one of his rules, I had made it to his bedroom with my panties still on, however the triumph was short lived. He told me to raise my hips up off the sheets so he could take them off of me. He flung them to the ground. "I love your wax job."

"Thank you..." Before I could even finish saying thank you he had drove his fingers into my pink parts. I arched my back in response to this welcomed invasion. Withdrawing his fingers abruptly he grabbed both of my ankles and spread my legs wider. Then he was there thrusting into me. His warm heavy body on top of mine. It felt divine.

He lifted my legs so he could penetrate me deeply and fully. Just as I had adjusted to him he withdrew almost completely. He tortured me thrusting into me deeply and then withdrawing only to thrust deeply again. "He looked down at me with those soft chocolaty eyes and said, "Tell me what I need to do to make you cum."

I am sure I must have blushed in that moment. I honestly was unsure how to respond but I wanted to cum with him so badly. He was perfect, gorgeous, flawless. I bit my lip and just moaned instead.

He adjusted his weight and position again. Placing my legs on his shoulders he drove into me harder and faster. That liquid heat was building in my core. If I could just let go and trust. I wouldn't be there if he didn't want me there. He wouldn't ask if he didn't really want to.

My legs grew heavy and tense, my toes began to curl in and out and then finally that liquid heat spread all the way out to my finger tips. Only moments after I came so did he.

I can't wait to see him again. That was delicious.

Subtleties and Flirt-Ability

I was asked the other day by Fruit Taster about the dating scene where I live and it made me wonder. Where does a thirty something woman go to meet a decent guy?

I am not into the club scene and everyone keeps telling me to go do things I like to do so I will meet someone that likes to do the things I do. Seriously, if it was that easy there would not be so many single people.

At the end of last year there was this guy that came into my work place. He was my type, has a BA in Literature, dark hair, slightly taller then me, nice soulful eyes, and a kind smile. I thought, "here we go, now this is what I am talking about."

There was lots of smiling and what appeared to be interest. We chatted a little more and then I gave him my number as he was about to leave. He had not asked for it and he did not call but at least I took a chance. It made me wonder if my flirtability factor is broken.

An example would be Parker. After two years of flirting and stolen moments in a crowded store we finally got to the sexy text messages and a few naughty pictures. We then had some very enjoyable encounters for it to only fizzle out without any warning or reason. Makes one wonder.

Another would be this guy I went to a Greek restaurant with. He knew I was into Greek Mythology. He was not quite my physical type but mentally and intellectually very compatible. I was more then happy to go out with him and see where things went because physical appearance is not the only aspect to chemistry. We had great conversation and a very nice lunch. He came on heavy and very interested. I thought it went really well.

After that date we talked and made plans to go see a movie. He ended up rain checking me. I was disappointed but I thought; "Ok I am just starting to date again after thirteen years do not read too much in to it, maybe he got busy." No, he just up and disappeared only to come out of no where again recently. He made promises of rocking my world in the bed room and I said well maybe some dinner first. After that comment he disappeared again. It just does not make any sense. (And no he was not just after sex. That does not seem like his style, nor did I planned to give it to him.)

I honestly can not cognitively reason or rationalize out in my head why men seem to want these women who behave like life is "Melrose Place" instead of a woman that has her shit together. I will never be able to understand how a man can be so tolerant or find it attractive to be weak minded. Do they not understand that there is no longevity in those kind of relationships?

I am beginning to realize I am not a woman of subtleties. I am honest and forward. I know what I want and will do what it takes to make it happen for myself. I will never "play" the damsel in distress or be that cheerleadery twinkie. If I have a man in my life it is because I want him there. How can needing to be rescued be more sexy then actually wanting you? I will call you on your shit just like I expect you to call me on mine.

I don't want to be the "eye candy" on the back of your bike. I want to be your friend, your partner and your lover. I want to be your equal. So maybe my flirt factor is broken and maybe I am not as good at reading the situation as I thought I was.

Been Awhile.....

All of my friends have been awesome in keeping me busy so I won't miss my kids as much. This past weekend I went to a wine fest with a girlfriend. The weekend before it was dinner here, over to someone’s house to hang by the pool, play a little scrabble, working out like a manic, ect....

With the kids gone I thought I would have all this extra time to write but the drive to do so has been lacking. To tell the truth it has been awhile since I have even logged on to my blog account. I am truly sorry to anyone who has felt neglected. I have a few things bouncing around in my head that have happened over the last couple of weeks.

GI-Joe will pretty much be unavailable the entire summer. He will be in San Antonio for a couple weeks, Seattle then Indiana on his birthday. I must confess I am quite disappointed. I have all this free time and I thought I was going to at least spend a little bit of it with him. Hang out by the pool, having a couple beers or a glass of wine, some BBQ and of course lavished attention to my body. No such luck.

I had my annual checkup yesterday where I discussed the possibility of getting a tube ligation. My ex was snipped meaning I have not had to consider birth control for eight years. Facing the single life, the risk of pregnancy is too great. I would rather be certain then have to worry. With my children turning nine and eleven at the end of the summer I cannot imagine starting all over. I have not made a decision, however I believe I am done having children and I am ready to look forward to the next chapter of my story.

Well I need to go shower and get ready for work but I thought I should do some kind of update. I do plan to write my June NST, finish the Four Horseman post and discuss various other things. Sorry for being MIA for awhile.