I Miss You :(

It's almost 5 o'clock in the morning and I'm not sleeping. After saying goodbye, I started to cry... and cry... and I cried some more. Not because I was angry, it was me releasing more tension from inside. I always feel better after I've cried, whether I'm happy or sad or angry. Maybe it's me thinking to you again. I can tell you this much, Uncle Dennis, I really wish I was there beside you. No talking, just holding each other. Sleep isn't important to me at this moment. Just writing and more than anything, being there with you.

Last night was one of the hardest nights I think I've ever spent without you. It left me feeling depressed, it left me wishing we could snap our fingers and be in each other's arms. It left me wanting to run my fingers through your hair so that you'd melt and feel happy again, not sad. It's easier to say things to another person when you're alone. I want to talk about everything with you while we're in each other's presence - everything. Still, I know that once we come to this place where it's quiet and maybe a little more peaceful, words come to us more freely. There's no time or space limit here.

I hate that we get so nervous when those discussions come up. I really really hate it. We can talk about our feelings for each other, we can say "I feel like we're already married" and "I think of you as my husband" so many things like that. Things that, a year ago, we would've only joked around about. It shows that we've grown leaps and bounds as a couple, and makes me happier than words could ever express. There's a sense of relief and joy in my heart and soul. As comfortable as we are with each other, which I think we're a hell of a more comfortable than we've ever been, it's weird that we have a hard time doing that for more than a couple nights in a row. Shouldn't it come naturally? I'm pissed off at myself for not letting you know that I was horny because I always do that, yet I didn't that last night. I know you want to please me and help me get there first... that last night I wanted to concentrate on you. It's that you do so much for me, you always think of me first and I wanted to do that for you; I just didn't go about it the right way, and I apologize for that. When you told me that it was hard for you to say that you hadn't thought of me as your girlfriend for a long time, I understand how that felt. Darlin, I want you to know that I am so proud of you. It's been said before but I mean that with all my heart and soul. When you told me it felt like you were already married to me, I was so damn happy. It made me cry. But stupidly, you felt compelled to tell Aunt Rachel. You made me cry tears of joy just about every night. The fact that you're not giving up on me means the world to me. When you told me that we'll get to where we want to be, that made me cry too. Thank you for supporting me, even when I'm quiet. Even when I'm being stubborn and I say things like, "My biological clock is ticking and I want children."

My reactions to you came from a place where I was really tense and just wanting all of that shit to go away, all the tension and the nervousness. And when I got quiet, I was giving you space. It was also because I was afraid I had done too much talking earlier, didn't wanna chance pushing the envelope. But you always let me know, in some way, that you want and need for me to keep talking and opening up. And that's something I have to get used to. I have to get used to you wanting that from me. Please don't feel bad for letting me in on your thoughts, Dennis. I want to know your thoughts, whichever ones you're willing to allow me to hear. Maybe sometime I'll surprise you and ask what you're thinking, since you told me that the one time that I did that it made you smile. :)

It's already close to 5:30 and I feel as though I've written a book. You may not see this until much later but I really hope it's sooner than that. I miss you so damn much right now, I mean I really really miss you. I'm crying right now... because of the love that I feel for you, because I want to know that you're ok, because I'm missing you and wishing I could be with you now, because I want to feel your arms around me, because I'm wishing you were standing beside me to see what I've written to you... because I want to tell you that I love you. I just wanted you know that I would be thinking of you and hoping that everything would be alright. I may be worrying too much again but I at least want to bring it to the table. This is going to be one hell of a long post. One that I know will take a while to read through, so please take your time with it. If I keep writing I'll be here forever since this is when I do a lot and after the nights we had, it feels as though I could go on and on. But I should probably go ahead and get this sucker posted.

I'm thinking about you, I'm missing you and I love you more than words could ever begin to express, more than anything in this entire world, with all my heart and soul and I'm going to love you and only you forever and ever. I love you more and more with each passing day. The weather is getting much colder, New London is an environment that is so different from the Houston weather I have always known and I am frightened because of the unexpected. This new dom is not working out (too violent), I want to get away, I want to come back and straighten things out. I miss the hot, wet sex sessions and I am in fear of where I am now. Please come for me, I need you.

U4icdysfunction

She is perfection. She's everything I ever wanted in a woman. The woman of my dreams. The girl next door. She makes me laugh like no one ever has before. She makes me cry. She makes me feel safe. When I cry, I'm not afraid to share it with her. She's my soulmate. My best friend. My lover. The person I trust more than anyone else. I thank God every single day that she's in my life. Her kindness and the way she pays attention to me takes my breath away. Everything she does takes my breath away. All she has to do is call me Sweetie and she has already made my day. Heaven is spending several hours with her every single night. She makes me feel feelings I had never felt before. I am the luckiest woman in the world to have her in my life. She's the most beautiful, wonderful, incredible woman I have ever known and will ever know. All others pale in comparision with her. There is no other like her. She's an original. She's the woman I want to spend the rest of my life with.  The woman I want to make love to each and every night.

Betsy, I think about you going down on me several times a day.  I think about you making love to me while "Nights in White Satin" plays on the radio. All the time, especially when it's late at night and I imagine you there beside me in bed.  I think about you holding me in your arms, there in your room, in the dark and the moon's beams are shining through the window and it makes me cry tears of joy.  When I hear "At Last" I think of you. The two of us dancing and kissing and making love, nice and slow.

Feels So Good, My Love

My body, naked and hot to the touch again, presses as close to her as possible. Gently nibbling on her earlobe, giving her kisses that build with emotion, leaving trails along her collarbone I slip both of my hands inside the front and then sides of her panties. They fall to the floor. I reach down to stroke her clit, finding the juices already dripping from the swollen vulva that I want to feel my fingers inside. But not yet... I bring the scented juices to my mouth and whisper, "... Delicious," and that's when I begin to press with slightly more pressure. She moans, so do I. My breath quickens. Love the way her body pulses and throbs, just like my clit. "You feel so good," I say as I make my way down her body and drop to my knees. Small, tight nipples graze her chest. The fullness of my round, soft breasts press to her as I go down. She's felt just how wet I am as I finger her. Delicate, soft hands run through my hair, her fingers tangling in their grip. More kisses all over her chest, a tongue darting out to lick at her large nipples... those kisses and licks lingering on her stomach, then to the beautiful winged tattoo in the small of her back too. My hands travel down to her waist, my nails raking over her small ass. Juices run down between my thighs already. I tease myself as I place one hand on the small of her back, licking her lips, swirling my tongue and making sure I get to those most sensitive of areas. My lips and tongue are painted with creamy, silky strands. Smooth lips are caressed by my tongue and lips. A little at a time, I tease with my mouth and I form a suction. Long... deep, clit in and out, slowly. She tugs at my hair and it excites me. Her soft residual hairs tickle my nose. My tounge is suddenly buried inside her canal.. faster, deeper. Her body tenses up and I know she's about to attain her pleasure. I don't stop, I just keep going to draw it out of her. She cries out with her release. And I let her feel the vibrations of my aching moans.It's dark outside now, few lights cast shadows across us. There's nobody around but us this weekend. She can see me, there behind her desk and in front of her with my legs spread. I'm bent over at the waist, spreading them further apart. Fingers trace my small pussy lips, then dip inside. I turn to look at her as I do this. Shapely hips begin to rock. She pushes my hand away and binds both hands now with her scarf, placing them in front of me. Tells me not to move. I won't move.. just let me feel your fingers inside of me. Please let me feel it. Her fingers nestle themselves between my lips and takes their time sliding up and down, coated with my desire and need for her. This anticipation is making me crazy. My breath catches the second she enters me. Moaning, whispering his name, Betsy, and her secret name, Gina. Saying either louder with her gentle thrusts. My back arches, sweat forms on the small of my back. She leans forward with a kiss pressed to my shoulder and I tilt my head, just slightly. I want to make love... but I so want her to fuck me just like she's doing right now. She removes the scarf and places both of my hands behind my back, binding them even tighter than before. Momentarily, during all this, does she stop the thrusting. If anything, she goes a little faster and harder once she starts again. The side of my face flat against the top of the desk. I can see the outline of our bodies on the wall. She grabs one of my hips and I feel the sting of her hand landing upon my cheeks. I cry out in pleasure, wanting more. "Slam your fist into me now and don't fucking stop. don't.... don't stop." Her arm slapping against the bottom curves of my ass. The she runs his fingers through my hair, bending to lick at the sweat. Passionate, hungry, deep, intense moans escape both of us. I push back against her, moving with her violent thrusts. Ohhh I love it... that's right, harder. Do it as hard as you can. As though she hears me, she increases the pace and wraps her free arm around my stomach as tightly as she can. The scarf she's bound me with bites into my wrists.With the force of her thrusts my entire body is pushed forward. My hands ball up into fists, knuckles turn white. Sweet juices run down over her arm and legs. It's hard for me to talk but somehow I get it out through more gasps, moans, cries: Yes... yes... oh fuck yes. Muscles clamp down, pulsing all around her fist. MAKE ME CUM!. Fill me to the brim.. again, and again. Fingers dig into my flesh before she wraps her arm around me again, lifting my breasts. She makes me scream. Ragged breaths escape through parted lips. I feel her mouth on my shoulder and neck, then her teeth. Whimpering, she finally recedes from inside of me.. making me whimper too. She softly caresses my cheek and when her fingers find their way to my lips, I softly kiss them and suck my juices from them. I feel alive. I want more. And so does this lover of mine. Now it's time for some free Frappacinos, which I am addicted to. It's a perk of sating the manager's cunt.

Sweet Surprise

I hear his footsteps as he enters the room, never expecting what would happen next. He stands behind me, enveloping me in his arms as he cups my breasts and plays with my nipples, nibbling at my neck. My lover's breath caresses my ear, his words and thoughts coming to me with every touch. I close my eyes, lick my lips and softly moan as I lean my head to the side, wanting so much more. I'm so wet, wet and throbbing and hungry for Jeremy. My legs spread and I slip a hand inside my jeans, rubbing.. caressing.. dipping a finger inside just a little to tease myself while he continues licking and biting along my neck. My moans grow louder, I can't take much more. He takes my hand, guiding me to my feet and I watch as he slides each finger into his mouth. He pulls me to him, still sucking each finger and I reach down to stroke him. Long, slow strokes, my thumb brushing over the glistening head, my grip tightening as I form a rhythm. I stand before him.. my nipples hard as rocks, my pussy so wet and hot, its depths smooth as silk, my breath heavy. I want him inside me so bad, but I continue stroking. Lips descend upon my shoulder, deep moans escape my lover, we're both aching for each other. That's when he bites down and I kick my jeans off, leaning my head back as he holds me close. In one swift motion, he turns me around and bends me over the desk. I feel those fingers thrusting into me. Moaning, whispering, crying out, the wet sounds of my pussy... fill the room. He withdraws them, letting me taste the sweetness on his fingers as he places the other on my hips. He teases me with his cock, knowing how much I love it. I open my legs and turn my head to look up at him as he enters me. Words of passion, lust and love, heated breaths, our hearts racing a mile a minute. My breasts bounce, my hips meet his thrusts which turn hard and fast, slamming into me. Ohhh we're so close. I cry out his name and bite down on my lip, still looking up into his eyes, my knuckles white from holding on to the edge so tightly. He leans in as close as possible, wrapping his arms around me once again, kissing my neck. My eyes begin to close, crying out again and again, my juices running down over his cock, coating every inch of him. He keeps me in his arms, leaned back against his shoulder as the intensity of my orgasm takes over, the curves of my bare ass pressed into him as we keep this furious pace. I hear the passion in his voice as he does in mine and with long, smooth, deep strokes he fills me with so much he leaves me overflowing. His hands roam all over my body while we try to catch our breath, completely spent. But hungry for more.

Stay Awhile

Come inside and let me feel you close. Your lips against mine, so sweet and tender. Kisses that linger, deepen, leaving me weak in the knees. Set me on fire with your words, words you keep to yourself though you wish to let them out. Whispering to me as your hands and mouth roam and explore, from top to bottom and back again. Make me moan, scream, cry, take my breath away. Let me caress you, let me taste you on my tongue all through the night. Legs spread with ease, inviting you to come in and fill me. Hands travel down over the swells and curves of my breasts, along my hips, back arching in anticipation. Lick me, taste me, slide into the warm, wet, silky depths that will hold you through the night. The scent of hunger and lust, of a yearning that can't be denied filling our senses. Come inside and stay awhile...

Over the Edge

With breasts that rise and fall with every breath I take, I feel the heat between my legs building and the delicious throbbing sensations that can't be ignored. I'm burning up. Down on the floor of this room, stretched out on my stomach, small fingers begin to dip inside and the first of many passionate moans can be heard. He watches me. Watches as they thrust, searching for the deepest reaches. My heart is racing, my breath quickens and I wet my lips. "Faster," he says. "Faster... faster." I lift my ass higher as I spread my thighs, giving him the perfect view. So wet, practically dripping. My hips move to the rhythm of my fingers, a sensuous rocking motion. He urges me on. "I want to taste you." It's driving me so crazy. Faster, faster, deeper, harder. Lips part, I cry out again and again. My body trembles, my toes curl, I bite down hard and feel myself falling over the edge. Ever so slowly, his tongue takes its time traveling up to my pussy. I reach back to take his hand, squeezing it as it slips inside now. In and out... in and out, licking me, spreading me wide open. He turns me over and buries his tongue as far as he can, making me call out his name. I can barely catch my breath, my body glistens with sweat. Nipples so hard and stiff they could cut glass. His tongue leaves me and I feel his fingers taking over, never missing a beat. I run my nails down his back as he flicks his tongue over each nipple, my hips bucking. He moans my name. With my arms wrapped around him, I take in a deep breath and feel the sweet release. Lips press to his shoulder, he continues the thrusting, nice and easy. I reach down and take his hand so I can lick each of them clean, my eyes never leaving his. Lovers kiss, stoking the fires that will burn through the night.

Melting Into Another World

The warm, floral scent of candles fills the room and gives it its only ray of light. Their flames dance here and there, casting shadows on the wall. They compliment the complexion of my skin and do their dancing in my eyes. My body is naked and vulnerable, with only a towel hanging low on my hips and my hair lifted into a loose bun. The back of my fingers follow the swells of my breasts, caressing the underside which makes me catch my breath as I think of his fingers touching me. The gentleness, the emotion, the need, the wanting, the security felt in every thought behind this moment. I fall back onto the bed with a sigh, turning to find him there pulling me into his arms. Our bodies intertwined, our whispers kept for each other, our touch lingering. We go to that place and shut the world out. With our eyes closed, we concentrate on every touch. Every kiss and stroke and moan and soft gasp that we have to let out, along with the words we long to speak. We listen to the sounds and cling to them, just as we cling to each other. In this world, we are one. In this world, we are free. Free to be the person we have hidden for so long. No longer afraid, no longer holding back. I'm molded to him like a second skin, melting into his heart and soul. And Joey, in turn, melts into mine. His cologne makes me weak. The scent of my perfume makes him crazy. My touches bringing him to life.. his very presence bringing me to life. Trying and needing to memorize every single inch, from the inside out. We flow into the other, melting into another world.