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For my frustrated guy friends
Posted:Jul 16, 2020 7:09 pm
Last Updated:Jul 16, 2020 7:11 pm
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Guys. Here is a little tip for you when you are making friends here on the site. If she sends you a friend request, doesn't say anything to you, and has hundreds or thousands of friends, chances are pretty good that she's a fake. If these are the only types of friends you have on your profile, it makes you look like a fake. Just sayin'. It makes a difference when I decide accept a friend request from a guy if he talks to me or not. If he doesn't, then I don't accept the friend request. And if all of his friends are women who I see on every freaking profile on the site, then that's a no. I'm not interested in being added to a collection, and you shouldn't be, either. Unless you really are just here to look at the pictures. In that case, carry on!
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Just a Sad Bit on the Loss of a Pet
Posted:Jul 6, 2020 4:13 pm
Last Updated:Jul 15, 2020 9:07 am
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I just need a place to write. Nothing sexual here, I just need to get out what I'm feeling.

When I woke up this morning, I didn't think I'd be giving the vet permission to euthanize my old boy Murphy by day's end.

Murphy was my tuxedo cat. Seventeen years old, not a mean bone in his body. He loved me so much, and he was with me through more than I would care to admit. He always knew when I needed him, when I could use a cuddle with him, and when I needed comfort. I had so many surgeries while this cat was in my life, and he was by my side for every single recovery. He left only to use his litter box and to eat. Always purring, always cuddled next to where my incision was, as if his presence would heal me. It didn't immediately heal me, but it sure did make me feel a whole lot better, so I guess in a way it did give me healing.

And when it was my heart, and not my body, that was broken, well he was there too. He was known for crawling up on my chest and licking my tears away. When they were gone, he'd just lay on my chest and purr. That always brought me comfort and it always relaxed me.

Even as I held him tonight in what they call the quiet room at the animal hospital, Murphy put his little paw with the catheter in it up on my cheek and he licked my tears away. After that, I felt like a traitor telling the vet to go ahead and proceed with the medication. However, Murph had cancer, and his tumor was starting to affect his eating and his breathing. I couldn't let my best cat buddy suffer. So I sent him to be with my dad and two other cats who passed before him.

His ashes will come home to me, where they belong. His spirit is soaring free where he feels no pain. I hope he is frolicking and playing somewhere happy where there is a lot of catnip and treats. He likes salmon (ew, gross, but whatever), so I hope he gets lots of that, too.

I'm going to miss you, Murph Man Fantastico. You are my most special boy. Your brothers and sister miss you, too. My heart is broken.
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Squirrel!
Posted:Jun 18, 2020 7:24 am
Last Updated:Jul 3, 2020 8:53 am
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I am an animal lover. I love where I live because I'm right by the Cuyahoga River Valley and the Ohio and Erie Canal Towpath, and there is so much wildlife that comes through my yard. It isn't unusual in the course of a day for me to see squirrels, a few deer, maybe a fox or , rabbits, chipmunks, tons of birds, and the neighbors' Rottweilers (okay, they aren't wildlife, but they're adorable) who always come the fence see and give kisses. I have cats, myself, and I always had dogs growing up.

Earlier this week I was outside working in the yard, and I felt something land on my back and scurry up onto my shoulder and then it was gone. I stood up and there on the pool ledge was a young squirrel. Little critter must have taken a tumble out of the tree and landed on me. We were nose to nose. Such an adorable little thing. I moved the wheelbarrow closer to the side of the pool so it could hop down and then it scurried off and back up the tree.

Every morning I have my coffee on my deck now that I've dragged my furniture up there. Ever since that morning, I've had some company when I've come out for my coffee. A little squirrel, sometimes with a friend and sometimes alone, comes to see me. S/he sits on the ledge of my deck and chatters at me while my cats sit inside the kitchen or office doors and go insane because they can't get at the critter(s). I think I have a new best friend. I always bring a little treat out for my friend, which is why I think s/he keeps coming back, but I do enjoy the company. It's a great way to start my morning.
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What a day...
Posted:May 18, 2020 2:15 pm
Last Updated:May 19, 2020 3:29 pm
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I love it when I'm able have a scintillating conversation with someone. What's even better is when that conversation can be taken off the screen and into the sheets.

To me, the innuendo, the flirtation, and the mind fuckery in the sexy sense is incredibly important. This is what I mean when I say you have to get into my mind to get into my bed. This kind of conversation is the build up, and it's so much better than, "Hey, wanna fuck?"

I ask you, on a site like this, what are the odds that someone DOESN'T want to fuck?

But I want more than just to fuck...I want the whole body experience. I want my head in it too. This girl likes her men intelligent and capable of sexy conversation that keeps me wanting more. Not just more of the conversation, but more of them, as well. The mind/body connection is what drives me wild.

Mmmmhmmm...yummy.

BUT...that said, hovering and stalking aren't sexy. Major turn off. So are over-eager tendencies.

Natural sexy conversation that leads to more... yeah.

I need go turn the fan on now.
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The Thing That Wrecks You
Posted:May 17, 2020 6:35 am
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2020 1:42 pm
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The Thing That Wrecks You

I’m sitting here listening music and enjoying my coffee, as I have done every morning since this lock down has begun, and a song called “The Thing That Wrecks You” started . I happen love this song. Not just the meaning, but the harmonies and the way the song builds an amazing crescendo only drop off just a haunting reminder of what it was that wrecked you.

This got thinking. First off, the things that can wreck us are as vast as our own individual imaginations. That said, things that wreck us aren’t always horrible. Yes, sometimes they are, but sometimes being wrecked sexually is a very liberating experience. All night passion can wreck you, but in an incredibly delicious way.

So tell me, what is it that wrecks you?
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Bliss
Posted:May 16, 2020 2:51 pm
Last Updated:Jun 6, 2020 8:18 pm
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The rain came down in sheets. Suddenly there was the sound of gurgling below her, and then splashing.

“ of a BITCH!”

The basement was flooding again. The sump pump, which had been working full throttle, just could not keep with of the rain pouring down.

She ran down the stairs, as if hearing the water wasn’t enough. She had actually see it believe that it was happening again, one month after the previous flood. Seeing the water, she cursed again, and ran back upstairs. Then she looked in the back yard. At least two inches of water stood out there. The storm drain couldn’t take it.

She rolled up her jeans and ran out on the deck and down the stairs. At least the water wasn’t icy this time. She checked the drain to make sure it wasn’t plugged. It wasn’t. She opened the garage to find it was flooded. That drain was backed up, too. Closing the garage, she went back out into the yard where it was raining even harder than before, and she checked the drain in the lawn and then the other up the drive. were overwhelmed. Realizing there was nothing she could do she went back in the house.

Soaked the skin, freezing, and dripping wet, she stood inside her open office door and just watched the rain for a while. Once she realized she was shivering, she went and stripped out of her clothes, toweled off, and put on a very big, very warm robe. She looked down the stairs to her basement and realized that claim number two was coming with the insurance company in the morning. Turning off the light to the basement, she sat on the couch and wondered how she was going to fix this mess.

The past year had been a mess at best. Several of her friends marveled at how she was still plugging along. The fact is, she really didn’t know. She just knew she had to. One disaster after another had crashed through her once happy life, and while she was still able to find happiness, it was a more elusive aspect than it had once been. She suspected she was just stuffing most of what was happening down inside of her and filing dealing with it under her to do list, because she really wasn’t truly dealing with any of it, even if she had convinced the counselor she had gone to for a while that she was. She was coping and she was moving forward. She was existing from one thing to the next. She knew she needed to feel something. Anything.

Her hair began to dry in ringlets around her face. Her eyelids grew heavy. Once she saw that the sump pump was catching and that the water was receding, she went her bedroom, shrugged off her robe, and climbed into bed. She didn’t even remember her body hitting the mattress.

At some point during the night, she felt a blanket cover her body. She breathed in the scent of him and snuggled deep into the warmth. She slept deeply.

“Mmmmm…”

It felt so real. The tongue that teased her. It toyed with her. That a dream could feel so real was something that always amazed her.

Teeth….a sensual bite on her hip. Her eyes flew open, yet she saw only darkness. A blindfold. She tensed.

“Hey, who—”

A mouth on hers. A deep sensual kiss.

“Ssshhh…” he replied “just relax.”

She didn’t know his voice. She struggled against him, but he was much stronger.

“Who are you?” she demanded.

He nibbled on her neck.

“Hey, you really need to stop. I don’t—”

He slid his fingers between her legs as he took her right nipple into his mouth. She gasped. Whoever he was, he was making it very difficult for her to stay focused.

“I have been watching you for a long time. You have changed so much. You don’t smile as much. You’re tense, even as you sleep. And you stare off into space as if an answer will appear there. But it never does, does it?”

Who WAS this guy?

She struggled again.

“Stop,” he said firmly. “You are safe. You are home. You won’t be harmed.”

How the hell did he get in the house? Then she remembered: the office door. She never closed and locked it before heading to bed.

“At least let go of my wrists,” she said.

“You are not removing that blindfold. I want you to experience this…to give yourself this… feel it and experience it completely. You cannot do that if you can see everything I am doing. Just surrender yourself the moment. Don’t control it. Just let it take you,” he said softly, firmly, but not harshly.

She realized she wasn’t winning.

“Why are you doing this?” she asked quietly.

“Don’t we deserve some bliss in our lives? feel amazing. feel alive. feel.”

She sighed quietly and stopped fighting. He released her hands and she reached out for him. She ran her fingers down his arms as he slowly pulled away, caressing her body with his hands, his mouth, nipping at her with his teeth, and settling between her thighs. His mouth was amazing, and before she knew it, she was yelling out at the top of her voice, grabbing a hold of what had eluded her for so long.

He gave her wave after wave of this bliss until she finally could not take anymore. He then pulled her into his embrace and gently caressed her body with his hands. Once she was completely relaxed, he reached around to the back of her head and removed the blindfold.

She gasped.

“You!?”
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Questions and Answers
Posted:May 15, 2020 6:37 pm
Last Updated:Jun 12, 2020 1:42 pm
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The thing about questions and answers is it gets everyone thinking that's all you want/like/will do.

Sometimes that's a good thing, especially if all a guy wants is to talk himself up and then never deliver. Many of these guys scatter when they see some of the things I like to do. (She's going to do WHAT to my cock? Oh no way! See ya!)

Sometimes, though, it's a bad thing, because the questions are pretty poorly worded and, in some cases, they don't really leave any wiggle room. That can be daunting if a guy was interested until he sees that I like bondage and it freaks him out. Or if a guy fancies himself as a Dominant type and would like to start acting as if he owns me before he knows my name. (No one owns me, and especially not someone who would be so very disrespectful, which should be the case for any submissive woman out there). OR if a guy thinks that's all I like (hey, sometimes a great pussy lick is all I really want, and if you give me that, I'll...well, you don't need to know the rest of that because I don't see you between my legs right now).

And you know what? A great fuck is a great thing.

So I hesitated when it came to doing the questions and answers.

And then my basement flooded with today's storms...and then I had to sit here and wait for the rain to end and for my sump pump to catch up so I could see the damage.

Suddenly the questions and answers looked like a great way to pass the time. Guess I'm taking my chances.
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