Memories...

Looking back at one of my first lovers after I got married I realize that despite being about 21 and him being about 29 we were both very much teenagers. He was very tentative and gentle. He wanted to be "kinky" but had a hard time really expressing it. He loved to finger me and watch my reactions. He studied my pussy like it was fascinating. We fooled around for weeks but only fucked once. Very teenagerish. I'm glad I had him but I cannot imagine waiting that long to feel a cock inside me. I don't think I could let a man take things at such a slow pace ever again.

Man, he had a huge cock.

Yes!

Now I can use my phone to post. But will I?

Support

As predatory as it may be, I think looking for a sex partner at a sex addicts support group might be really easy.  Of course, I tend to think the sort of person who would attend one of those meetings probably has a lot of OTHER things going on... so maybe I'm wrong there.  But there's only one way to find out for sure, right?

Speaking of threesomes....

Who doesn't love the idea of a threesome?  (That is a rhetorical question, for sure).

Above is a screen capture of one of the things I'd love to experience.  Except, you know, I want me two men... not two women.  But I'll take what I can get.  Maybe.  And I'm not sure that's the best position to experience the delight of a tongue on my clit and a cock in my pussy.  But I'm willing to try!

Of course, keep in mind that both of the guys would have to be bi and not so into one another as to ignore ME.  Because I'm the star of this show, dammit....

Need it.

I'm going through one of those phases.  Where I want it allllll the time.  Dammit.

David! I don't want to lose my virginity to a piece of fruit!

So I'm watching a movie about an English girl.  One of the plot points is about her losing her virginity at 17.  The man she chooses brings a banana to bed and manages to ruin the moment.

It made me laugh.  I lost my virginity to an empty bottle of Martinelli's cider.  I'm sure, as a company, they'd be very proud.

Anyway, I'm glad I took care of THAT piece of business by myself, because damn it hurt.  Needless to say once the shock had worn off, I was done masturbating for a while.  I always think I was really lucky, because I'm pretty sure had I been with a man... it would have been really anticlimactic.

Unless, maybe, it was with Keith.  Because, you know, I think I'd have gotten over it really fast.

Damn, I miss that man.  Will I pine forever?

Tonight....

Tonight is the last night I'll be spending at my friend's house.  I got a little melancholy last night.  But just a bit.

Keith sent me a lovely instant message.  Wonderfully, tragically romantic.  Don't ever let him tell you he can't write.  Or that he's not a romantic.  He's both.

I got to thinking about my desire to have a local stud to whose services I could call on as needed.  What a delight it would be to watch a house and have the freedom to have my lover come eat dinner with me or... of me.  Someone to relax and snuggle with away from home.  To play house, knowing it would only last a few delicious days before life we both returned to normal life again.

Can you imagine if I had posted that kind of invitation on Craig's list?  Can you imagine the types of responses I'd get?

But of course, the entire time I was imagining Keith draped across the couch in his white t-shirt.  Waiting impatiently for me to finish watering the plants or whatever chore I needed to do before I could spend the rest of the evening wrapped in his arms, tasting his skin....

So much to do, so much to see...

A photo from our recent trip to the lake.

I'm still looking for great things to do.  In a sense, my life will be on hold for a week while I stay at a friend's place, watching their cats and home.  I've never actually done this sort of thing before, and it'll be weird to be a few mere miles from home but not actually AT home.

You'd think this would be a great opportunity to hook up.  But I think that might be a very, very bad idea.  I'd absolutely do it if I had a guy I already knew.  Right, Keith?  Damn you for being so far away.  Damn ALL the men I've adored for being so far away.  You all suck.

So it'll be a week of lazing around someone else's house.  I'm pretty sure I'm going to bring my computer over so I can have something to do.  Otherwise, I might go CRAZY.  Can't live without the 'nets.