Sleep

Dating?

My inspiration for writing seems to have gone for the moment.  No time to concentrate on it either.  I do have quite a lot on my plate, taking care of judgmental children, seeking an apartment, paying bills, having nightmares about all the things that need to be fixed in my life, etc.

Thankfully, I have a bunch of online friends, old and new, who make my days brighter. Blooging is such a rewarding experience!  

Recently I put my profile on a dating site.  Am I too picky, or are there only boring men seeking a partner? Are dating sites mostly for people having problems meeting someone in real life? Are they for people looking for easy sex?  I feel so naive, and so reluctant to go through all this trouble.... So, I had a first date with a tiny guy - not really my type - two weeks ago, I was surprised that it went rather well.  "I do not look for an affair, my life is too complicated at the moment, I am looking for friends and see what happens... Do you have your own flat?", that's what he told me and I could not agree more, but why should he ask about my flat? I should have reacted immediately. To summarize, we decided to go to an outdoor music festival, but he ditched me the day before because he had had sex with someone else.  And I happened to bump into him, among the huge crowd, and he acted like an asshole....  Thank god, he was not my style and we only met once.... But this makes me realize that maybe I'm not ready for this...  Life is already too difficult at the moment, and maybe I should just take care of myself, be happy and not look for anyone for the time being...  I feel puzzled... Yet, I wish to meet nice people who could become friends and maybe more... Why is it so difficult?

Now, I started to take Cuban salsa lessons, which is something I'm looking forward to every week.  I am planning my holidays, with my best friend, for July and started visiting apartments.  I have been waiting so long for things to happen and yet maybe I need to work more on myself and then things will move my way, but time is flying by and I have the feeling things are not moving.  

All this sounds pretty negative, but I'm not down, I'm just hoping. That is what the psychologist my son visited told me, when I found out about the manipulative behaviour of my husband, it is becoming a mantra:

DO NOT LET ANYONE DIM YOUR INNER SUN!

World Peace

“Some men know that a light touch of the tongue, running from a woman’s toes to her ears, lingering in the softest way possible in various places in between, given often enough and sincerely enough, would add immeasurably to world peace.”

—	~Marianne Williamson

Black lace

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“Look what you are doing to me” you say looking down at the huge bulge in your boxer shorts. “I'm a mess!”, yes! I see what pre-cum is doing to the fabric.

I can feel the heat in my core, the swelling, the throbbing, the longing. You seem, by the appreciative look on your face, to like your surprise. I am wearing black lace lingerie, black thigh highs, under a transparent black nightgown. I grin back at you, showing you all the mouthwatering details of my tantalizing body through the black lace, teasing you by opening my thighs very slowly and showing some naked flesh, some engorged petals and more when pulling aside my panties. I can hear your groans and comments while you eagerly watch all these arousing details, your cock twitching in your underpants, needing to be freed from its prison of fabric. “You never fail to make me want you, you are such a sight!”. I languidly let the straps of the nightgown slide down my shoulders, followed by the straps of my bra. You gasp. “Oh yes, show them to me!” The top of the nightgown falls down on my hips and my breast are now in my palms, I bend forward for you to see the creamy globes of my full breasts and erect nipples.

You pull you boxer shorts down, letting me see your big thick meat in all its glory, which makes me salivate. My lips want to taste you, lick and suck you. Biting my lips, I pinch my nipples and let out a loud moan. Pearls of pre-cum are now coating your cock. “Can you see what you are doing to me?” “Oh, let me see how you feel, show me what you would let me take, lick, grab, tease, show me!”. Flustered, I once again open my thighs, pulling the fabric aside, and show you how wet I am. My hand takes control, your hand gets also very busy sliding up and down on your hard flesh. I need to wet my lips. I am squirming with need.

Your three day beard makes you look very handsome, your firm body writhes under the strokes. My body is aching, hips are swaying, my breath is getting shorter and my heart beating madly. The wanton creature I am has her legs now widely spread, panties on the floor, offering herself to you as you give yourself to me. We climax simultaneously, intensely, endlessly.... I love to see you come... so far away!

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