Monthly Archives: September 2009
more from me…
It is so warm here, we are tired from swimming all day–get home in
the afternoon say around 4ish. I can’t help myself, I kiss you. I have
spent many a’ year fantasizing about your kisses and I want my fill. I
hopped up onto my counter and you settle between my legs as we deeply
kiss. We are both salty from the ocean. I kiss my way down your neck,
nibbling gently. Work my way back up to your ear lobe and then back to
your luscious lips. My hands alternate between sliding through your
chest hair and holding your face tight to mine as you lean into the
kiss.
I reach down between us and feel how solid you are–how ready your are
to be deep inside me. I assist you out of your bathing suit and slide
down off the countertop. Your hard cock pushes against me as we
embrace yet again into a kiss. I could kiss you all night.
Into the shower we go. I have a walk-in shower–not a tub. As we rinse
the ocean off of us with warm fresh water I drop slowly to my
knees–kissing my way down your belly until your dick is deep down my
throat. I suck deeply, sliding my face towards you, taking you still
deeper again and again.
You groan. I slowly kiss my way back up. You’re smiling–calling me a
tease. We giggle and your hands, your fingers, begin working magic
between my legs. You lean into me; fingers deep inside–whispering in
my ear, “you’re so wet!”.
I don’t answer–concentrating on riding your hand. You feel so good.
I moan your name quietly…
You withdraw your hand suddenly–and with a chuckle say, “oh no
sweetheart–not yet.”
YUM!!!
Ladies, this one is written by a man. And yes, I happily read this over and over whilst, um…well, you know. Enjoy–I sure have…
I had a few thoughts whilst you were laid up with your bad leg. What follows is you resting your leg, sitting down and i kneel before you…….
I move your legs apart and my hands make their way up your legs, just my touch is turning you on. my hands move up underneath your dress and I grab your knickers and pull them down slowly………
I move your legs apart even more and place a hand on each ankle and slowly trace my fingers along the backs of your legs…….I start to kiss your inner thighs going from one to the other…….I move your dress up….
I slowly move my finger inside you…I feel how wet and warm you are…..I then take it out and in goes on my tongue……..it makes your stomach flip….you can feel me exploring you….going deeper with my tongue……you pull me deeper into you, you can’t get enough of what i am doing…you don’t want it to end….the wetter you get the more I want to taste you….you are ready to cum but you want to enjoy it, my tongue for as long as possible….you can’t wait though…..your breathing gets faster….you start to moan louder….I know what you are close to cuming and I go even deeper…..you want to cum…..you really want to cum…..your breathing gets even faster……moaning louder…..and you can’t hold back any longer…..you cum like you have never cum before….I am tasting you…tasting what I have done to you…..your body is throbbing you can’t stop………
you slip your shoe off and move your foot round to feel how hard I am…..it’s my turn now…….you get up from your chair…..pull me up…..undo my trousers and with that you turn around and bend over the desk……I slide in so easily as you are still extremely wet from my tongue….but you can still feel me inside you….I am so hard because you are ready to explode and you know that it won’t be long…….I grab your hips and pull you closer to me and start moving faster and faster…..you tell me that you are ready to cum again and that makes me grab you even harder…I really start to fuck you now….you tell me that you want me to cum…..you want me to cum inside you….and with that I do exactly as you ask and you feel me throbbing hard inside you and this makes you cum all over again……………..
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>hey folks, this post has been really hard for me to write. But here goes nothing…
For those of you who know me, I am messy. I have been described as “like water” in that my stuff with stretch out and take up all available space. However, it has always been a fear of mine to be thought of as dirty. My house here in the rain forest–well, it is usally neat and clean. This is mainly due to my fear of the mice and cockroaches that fully inhabit the island.
So, after that preamble let me tell you what happened the Sunday night before labor day. I was sitting quietly, relaxed, reading a book. All a’ sudden I look up and there it is. A RAT. In. My. House. In typical Heather fashion I pointed and said “RAT” (I’ve also been known to point at other things and say their name, “Rock”, “Bird”, “Mouse”, and “Lizard” are all favorites of mine–I know this ain’t normal). Life (dog) was sleeping on the couch a mere 1 1/2 feet from said Rat and she rolled over and stretched (wtf?!?). To the dogs it was after 10 PM and therefore they were off duty.
The dogs woke up when I started tearing apart furniture and looking behind and under everything. No dice. The magical little beastie of doom seems to have disappeared.
The mice seem to be gone, but before they left they called in their big cousin.
>blah blah blah wah!
>I come to you today from a whiny place. Whiny is not funny, cute, charming, or adorable. But to that I say “Wah!”.
I have a cold. I have a ripped muscle. I have a job that will probably end at the end of this month. I have WAY to much to do and I say, Wah! and the wah is followed by a sniffle, a couple of coughs, and a host of other symptoms usually only found on a NyQuil commercial.
Today I spent most of the day merging pdf documents. Jealous, aren’t you? On the bright side it saved my leg (calf muscle) any extra wear and tear and in all honesty it is doing pretty well considering I was mostly unable to walk last Sunday.
Additionally, today I sat through a company-wide conference call. That is always an effective use of my time.
I’m sitting here, pretty comfy. I have the a/c on (expensive–but SO worth it) an ice pack on my calf, and the makings of a chocolate sundae for dinner. A chocolate sundae you ask? Yes. Because I have limited all of my (and the dogs’) food to things that can be kept in the fridge/freezer/mouse-proof bucket. The dogs are underwhelmed with this new plan.
If things go well and I get to stay here longer–I am totally getting a cat. Preferably some sort of battle-scarred angst-ridden mouse-hating cat that likes dogs. I keep picturing some sort of weird one-eyed biker-cat with leather and chains on showing up with a “Bring IT bia-atch!” attitude. And no, I don’t know why a cat with less depth perception would have better luck killing mice.
It looks like some mice have left me some more presents on the counter.
To that I say, “ew” and am off to clean my counters again.
Squished Together 