Stormy

Its nice and warm outside, and we've just been hit with a surprise thunderstorm. I so desperatly want to go outside with Rick, letting the cool drops soak us while we lose ourselves in passionate kisses. Groping soggy, newly transparent articles of clothing until we stumble to the soft blanket of the freshly mowed lawn. Bits of grass sticking to our exposed skin as we personify the rapture of Mother Nature's shower with wanton lovemaking.

I want it so bad I ache.

Up and down with the man in brown

I don't know why I let myself feel so low with Rick's rejection. Being turned down time after time tends to make one feel rather undesireable. Fat, ugly, etc. I know thats not true.

I lay in my chaise lounge yesterday, basking in the last days of summer. Looking down the length of my frame revealed a body that is trimmer, and in better shape than before ever having children. Beneath the bikini bottom, hides a perfectly trimmed mound that has not been touched by anyone but me and my imagination in weeks.

Imagination and batteries can only do so much before the body revolts and demands more.

Hypnotized by the warmth of the sun and lost in my thoughts, I didn't even hear his truck pull up.

"Hello!"

I look up, surprised and still slightly enraptured with the heat of the sun that has wrapped itself around me. It takes just a moment to register his face.

"Hi, Dom!" I stretched as I rose, releasing the trance and headed over to him. Dominic is the UPS guy, a regular at my house both delivering and picking up packages for me. He is very easy on the eyes and always happy to help any way he can.

"Got anything for me today?"

I nodded as I walked towards him and pointed to the stack of packages easily visible through the back porch window.

He looked me up and down, clicking his tongue, "Driving the neighborhood men crazy in that tiny bikini again, I see."

"Well, not my man," I pouted as we headed to the sliding glass doors. "Hes made me feel like an ugly cow these last few weeks."

"Criminal," he said as he shook his head.

I turned around to face him, nipples hard and poking through the thin material of my top, skin moist from tanning oil. "Do you know that my husband hasn't even touched me in over two weeks?"

I could feel him ripping my suit off with is eyes. His breath quickened as he licked his top lip and replied, "He doesn't know how lucky he is."

"Do you want to get lucky, Dominic?" I stepped closer to him, almost touching as I read his face.

"Well, of course I would, but..." I placed my finger on his lip, hushing him as my other hand released my top. Leaning against his body, I grabbed his large, muscular hands and put them on my hips, removing the fabric that hid my excitement.

Unzipping the brown shorts, I pulled his cock out, squeezing it before turning around and bending over.

My hands held on to the patio chair as he entered my lonely pussy and slowly began to thrust. My breasts swayed with the motion, moans escaping my lips and relief rushing over every inch of my body.

"Mmmm....oh, yes.....fuck me...fuck my pussy, Dom..."

He grunted and groaned, his hips moving faster, the material of his shorts tickling my ass. His hands dug deep into the flesh of my hips as he pounded harder and harder.

"Oh, fuck!," he exclaimed as he pulled out and sprayed my rump and the deck below with his climax.

Satiated to finally remember what it feels like to have a man between my legs, I sat back in the patio chair and noticed the coconut scented oil marks on Dom's uniform where my breasts touched his chest, and where my legs and bottom slapped against his crotch.

"Ummm......" he zipped up and composed himself. "I should get those packages..."

I pointed him to the glass doors and watched him collect the boxes. Coming back outside, he smiled as he walked down the steps.

"Wil you need me tomorrow?" he asked.

"I may have a box waiting for you," I say as my hand slithers down my body and brushes over my pussy lips.

Imagination and batteries can only do so much before the body revolts and demands more. Batteries may die, but the imagination will always run wild. At least in my imagination I still get regular fucks.

How I've felt these last few weeks...

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Yeah, I'm bitching and being petty about it, but dammit, I'm allowed to pout. ;)

xoxo

Mat Weddle of Obadiah Parker -

A beautiful voice, and the best version of 'Hey Ya' I've heard yet.

Sexless

I have been blown off more times than I care to count in the last two weeks when trying to get intimate with Rick. This has had me porn surfing and masturbating like a highschool boy, nearing obsession.

Last night I was blown off all evening, until Rick decided he finally could spare me a minute of his precious time for a quickie......but I was not interested and nothing happened.

I was/am mad and I let that push him away. And I didn't/don't care.

August 17

This date has been a tough one for six years now. I have my rituals to help me cope, but its still fresh enough to really sting.

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Kevin's Law passed legislation last year.

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The Tube

So a friend of mine has recently gotten me hooked on YouTube. I'm probably one of the last people on the planet to hear about it, as usual. lol

Anyway, recent navigation through the site brought me to a popular item commonly uploaded. Men masturbating through clothing, loose pants, shorts, underwear, whatever. The idea is intriguing, and I've seen quite a few that I definetly enjoyed. Most never climax, but I have seen a couple that did, leaving growing wet spots on their clothing while their meat throbbed beneath.

Every once in awhile, a glimpse of skin will peek out. Just enough to let your imagination go wild, and definetly good fodder for those times when your lover just happens to bear the same name as you.

To the masturbating men on the Tube, keep it up boys! Please! I rather enjoy your hard work. ;)

Goddamned game

I spent the day being a domestic goddess. I cooked, cleaned and pampered the entire family enough to put Donna Reed to shame. Freshly showered and ready to rumble in the sheets, I find myself alone, no Rick in sight. Just the sounds of electronic bleeps and bloops coming from downstairs where hes camped out.

I've made my intentions quite clear, and lost out to the damned video game.

*pout*

Temperature

Love this song and video~ makes me wiggle my ass and dance every time. ;)

xoxo

Endlessly Amusing

Groomer Wanted

Must have good personal relation skills and pleasant disposition. Must enjoy and have prior experience with pussy, and be masterful with clippers and the delicate procedure of shaving said pussy. Salary sucks.......anytime and anywhere you please. Serious inquirys only.



Would you shave your partner? And would it be a turn on? Rick has mentioned several times that he would, even setting a specific date to do so, but has yet to follow through. Of course, if he doesn't want to do it, I would never expect him to. But he likes me bare, and he made the offer all on his own, so I assumed he was interested if not excited to do it. Guess I was wrong.... *pout*

Change

I actually went through my blog links list and weeded out the dead or broken links today. I was surprised to see some bloggers gone without a trace, their sites already claimed by someone else. I was also surprised, and happy, to see some familiar faces still posting away. A few ended their blogs and moved on with their lives, their needed therapy achieved and happiness restored. I am happy for those friends, and wish them continued happiness. A few blogs went sour, ending on sad notes. I wish those friends happiness and healing.

Some blogs went into directions I disagree with, and being goddess of my domain, I deleted them. Oh, but to possess that power in reality!

Blogs are funny things. They are birthed for a multitude of different reasons, treated well while needed, and thrown in the corner and neglected when the novelty wears off. I don't think thats necessarily a bad thing.

I have had good and bad experiences with blogging. The best being lessons learned, friends made, and progress made in my personal life. The worst being false friendships, being stalked, and the pile of laundry that piled up as I immersed myself in other people's life stories.

Everyone wants to be heard, to have their voice count, opinion matter. And it does, be it electronically through cyber space or even silently in your own heart.