My Day…
A peacock, bah.
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Wings…
With the age difference between Finn and me, I am always aware that this can end at any time.
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He’s Had His Fun… Should I?
Q: I recently found out that my husband of five years has been cheating on me through most of our marriage. Not only am I upset with him for doing it, I feel like I’ve wasted five years that I could have been having fun, too! I know lots of cute guys who would hop into bed with me in a minute! Should I have revenge sex?
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Losing it…
It's the first time in the new dynamic of my relationship with Jack, that I have "lost it".
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He Knows What I’m Thinking…
We stand against the stage at the House of Blues watching the lead guitarist/singer.I'm mesmerized by this boy, barely 27, and the overt sexuality he exudes. Right up my alley.
At one point during the first set, I catch Finn watching me out of the corner of my eye. I turn to him and smile slyly.
He knows what I am thinking.
I watch the boy on stage, his tight, straight leg jeans and Cuban heeled boots, the muscles tensing in his forearms as he plays guitar.
He looks down at me and smiles, twisting his nose as he hits a note that few singers can reach.
It's a great face. Contorted into musical orgasmic bliss.
I cannot help but imagine him tied to a wall, pulling at his chains as his cock is milked of its nectar.
I'm startled out of my reverie as I watch his boot hit a peddle and looking up, catch his eyes again.
He closes them momentarily and then looks directly at me as Finn sidles up behind me and kisses my neck.
The momentary glance between the two men is unmistakable.
They BOTH know what I'm thinking....
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Ex and the city
My phone goes off at midnight, and I flip open my phone thinking it’s my regular booty call.
But it’s not.
It’s an ex, and the text reads, “I miss you.”
I flip my phone shut.
Granted, I miss him too. But I wasn’t about to let myself fall prey to the mushy gushy and let one thing lead to another, whether that be a one-night deal or a back-together sort of thing.
No ex text, and no ex sex. I’m just not gonna go there.
So I ignore his text, but he proceeds to send me another message that reads, “my life sucks without you.” Obviously, he needs a phone that comes with a breathalyzer, and he also needs to move on.
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Secret Shopper
I couldn’t believe how sexy he was. At least 6′7″ tall, he had black hair, blue eyes, a mustache and goatee and a smile with dimples that made him look like innocent. But I knew he wasn’t. I had heard quite a few lurid details from his girlfriend, my boss. And I owed her big or I would never have agreed to this deceit.
I made eye contact and felt a strong tension begin to build. His girlfriend had hired me to see if he would cheat. Looking over his muscular build and settling my gaze on the bulge in his crotch I decided to have a little mercy on him. If he even flirted a little bit I would give him sex to make up for the trouble he would be in later.
I held his gaze and he smiled back, meeting my challenge. I slowly moved a little closer. I knew the store would be empty around this time. I also knew there was couch in the back room, hidden behind the two-way mirror.
He moved closer to me and I could smell his cologne, faint and musky. His soft voice caressed my ear, “Can I help you?”
I let the strap of my sundress fall off my shoulder as I turned to face him. His eyes strayed to my cleavage. Blatantly staring at my breasts, he was definitely in trouble.
“Yes,” I answered sweetly. Boldly I took his hand and placed it on my cleavage. “I think you can.”A look of understanding spread across his face. He smiled and caressed my breasts through the sheer fabric. He took my hand, led me into the back office, and closed the door behind us. I leaned against the door, ran my tongue slowly over my lips, and let the other strap of my dress fall.
He sprang into action. The first kiss was slow and full of passion. He trailed kisses down my neck and across my breasts, nibbling as he ran his hands over my body.
He took my hand and placed it on his large erection. I gasped as he lowered my dress and took my nipple into his mouth, sucking it gently and circling it with his tongue. I could feel myself growing wet as I rubbed his erection through his pants, stroking it.
He slid his hands up my dress and discovered I wasn’t wearing panties. “Oh God,” he said, “I must be dreaming. Thank you. Thank you, Thank you.” He slid a finger into my wetness and I pressed myself against his hand.
I wanted him so badly I pushed him back towards the couch. Temporarily off balance, he sat down hard. I didn’t give him time to recover. I slid his zipper down and found he wasn’t wearing underwear either. I pulled his thick, erect cock out, straddled him and lowered myself onto him, taking that long, thick shaft deep inside me. He put his hands on my butt and began lifting and lowering me, controlling our pace.
I moaned in pleasure as he slid in and out and I circled my hips as our bodies met. He claimed my lips in another kiss and I nibbled his lower lip as he fondled my breasts. Each stroke felt so good, bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.
The moderate pace began to get to me. I needed more. I grabbed the back of the couch for support and rode him faster and harder. Grinding against him with each stroke, I slammed myself onto him hard and fast. As I felt the first wave of orgasm begin to take hold, he picked me up and moved us both to the floor.
He climbed on top and moved my legs over his shoulders as he plunged into me, thrusting hard and fast.”Oh God. Yes! It feels so good,” I cried out. “Yes, harder, faster, take me! Please give it to me.”He moaned and thrust harder and deeper. My pleasure spiraled through my entire body causing my toes to curl up. I screamed in pleasure as I came. “Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!” Still riding the wave of pleasure, I rose my hips to meet his thrusts.
So lost in the sensations, neither of us noticed the tall dark-haired man come into the store and stare through the two-way mirror. About to orgasm yet again, I raised my eyes to see the handsome man. He appeared to be watching us and the thrill of it pushed me over the edge. My body tightened and I begin to shake.
“Oh yes, come for me baby,” he cried out as his whole body spasmed. One last hard thrust buried him deep inside me and he came, riding my wave while enjoying his own climax. Finished and calmer now, he looked up.
“Uh-oh. That’s my boss. Hell, he shouldn’t care too much. With all the stuff he does back here with his girlfriend Ali, he would be a hypocrite to say anything.”
I bit back a giggle. Ali was my boss’s name and apparently the man on the other side of the window had been my intended target. Looking at my new friend I just smiled and tousled his hair.
~Bella
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Cooler Still…
Well, I'm back from Vegas, much more tired and broke than when I left, but I had a good time.
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Does Attractiveness Have Anything To Do With Age?
Are you deluded about your hotness, attractiveness and irresistibility?Are older women really more desperate?
Are older men really more attractive?
Well I just read in an recent Daily Telegraph paper that how hot we really "think" we are is relative to our age.
Now that statement may seem really obvious. But let me explain.
Now I sure all the young girlies who are reading this, while they may have some boy problems really don't have too much of a shortage of choice.
Then all of a sudden when they grow older and reach the age of 33-34 they start to notice that its that little bit harder to score a guy.
Is that just because guys don't really go for older women? Is that just because guys don't like women with more life experience?
What is the reason for this?
Well girls you are going to love these stats.
This is in Australia so the stats may be a little different in the states. But for single women from ages 15-17 there is an oversupply of single men of 10%, peaking at 23% when a single woman reaches the age of 25.
So really all us young girlies thinking we are so hot, irresistible could be very possibly because there is an oversupply of single men out there in the available market. Our Hot Deflation Index is running high.
So all I can say, is if you can't get a date or any guy interested in you while you are young, then there is probably something you are doing wrong.
Here the Author Bernard Salt states " What young women may not understand us that their interest of their many suitors might not be because of their gorgeous personalities and their overall hotness, it might be that boys are lonely and desperate".
In other words, women may be deluded about their actual attractiveness.
Now older women on the other hand who are older than 34 may experience a slowing down in their love life’s and many find it hard to get a good quality guy.
They think it has to do with the fact that their winkles are starting to show, things are starting to stag and maybe things are not as tight as they once used to be. (I'm sure I'll get to write about it first hand one day).
They think because they are older that they are therefore not as attractive anymore.
But is that really true?
Well you guessed it, by the time single women reach the age of 34 the odds start to go downhill. In fact their ratio exceeds that of the male ratio meaning there are more single men out there as opposed to single women over 34.
Yes the tables turn.
And eventually men in their 40s have very favorable age ratios to single women ... which is probably why a 40 year old single woman is called a spinster and a 40 year old male is called an eligible bachelor.
So what is my advice?
Firstly for women. Score a guy when you are young. If it fails, get back into the market as soon as possible.
Secondly for men. Wait till your 40.
Thirdly remember your really not as attractive as you really think you are.
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Ok Ok seriously.
For women I would have to say, that since you are probably getting approached by a lot of men, be gentle to the guys you are not interested in. Don't come from a desperate or clingy mindset, statistically there are more guys out there for you then you know what to do with.
Just because you may be attracting a lot of male interest, does not mean you have to reject, humiliate or be really abusive to a guy who you are not interested in. Remember karma is a bitch.
For older women, remember not to be as picky as when you were younger. Realize the facts, that the male pool at your age is not as big.
That does not mean settle for less. But it means you will need to get rid of useless and superficial criteria of what you want in a guy. Certain age, certain job type. At the end of the day remember is how he makes you feel about yourself.
For guys. Realize that when you are young there is a lot of competition out there. Don't be disheartened and make sure you prepare yourself and have some sort of advantage over your competitors.
Just think ... what would make YOU stand out of a crowd a guys and make a girl interested in you?
For older men. Enjoy the fact that as you age .. you get culturally sexier and your hot deflation index is going through the roof.
And since this was a brilliant article I will let Salt have the last words.
"The best time to get an honest appraisal of your hotness is between age 33 and 38, when the Hot Deflation Index for both genders is less than 110.
The bad news is that the rest of the population must be entirely deluded to their varying degrees about the extent of their attractiveness to the opposite sex".
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Give in or get out
Three Christmases and two anniversaries later, my girl friend has decided to give her guy the ultimatum: shit on the pot or get off. By Valentine’s Day, no less.
In other words, she told him that if he’s not putting a ring on her all-important finger by Lover’s Day, then they’re done.
She had been brewing on this ultimatum for a month — it was her birthday the month before, the third that they had spent together as a couple. It was a nice birthday, she said, complete with a romantic dinner and a thoughtful gift. But the gift was not what she really wanted: having turned 29 this year, she wanted him to pop the question. She wanted to settle, to start a family, to have kids. So she gave him the ultimatum.
She’s now counting down to the 14th, to see if she’ll emerge from the holiday an engaged chic or a newly single girl. Whatever goes down this Valentine’s Day, though, I’m ready to celebrate with her with a bottle of champagne. Or two.
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