Flashback to the first night

As we pull back from the first kiss, he says to me, "You know, we can go back to my place." And in a moment I have decided that I want to have this man... tonight. Now. No question. I need to have him.

We walk to the door, me slightly unsteady on my feet but his hand on the small of my back anchors me. Helps guide me through the throng of people and onto the street.

The blast of late autumnal air hits us brutally and takes my breath away. I drape my deep ruby colored wrap around me to shelter me from the brisk night's air. He pulls me close to him, his warmth radiates to me as we walk to the car. His strides are slightly shortened as mine are lengthened to fall into the same rhythm. My petite frame fitting snugly into his masculine form. Me 5'2", him 6' tall.

Without a word exchanged, we make it back to his house. I follow him in the front door and as the door is closed we are on one another again. Greedy. Frenzied. Wanting more. Wanting it all. Wanting everything. I relish the feeling of his masculine form against my own.

He pushes me up against the wall and kisses me roughly, trailing over my mouth, my face, my neck. I push back at him. Wanting to assert myself but he is undeniably bigger than I. Stronger than I am. And yet, I do not fear him. No hesitation. No questioning. Trust in the unknown of him.

He again pushes into me. Both of us hungry for more. I am barely aware of the room's furnishings as we blindly move about. Only when we have tumbled over the back of the overstuffed armchair do I realize it was even there. And we didn't miss a beat. Hand still exploring, lips still locked onto one another.

His chuckle ensues... "Well, I can say I have never done that before," in his lovely, rich voice.

Poison

Wow. I thought men were total fucktards. Women can be that much worse.

The lips I wanted to taste are completely rotten, spewing nothing but deceit.

Sigh.

I thought her ruby red labios would be so sweet. But they will be never tasted by me.

On to my next girl on girl crush... which I already have. I love the beautiful kind of women.

Tell me what you see in this

Neither can either or

fuck me harder
i can still breathe

fuck me deeper
i can still feel

fuck me longer
i am still conscious

fuck me stronger than you ever have before
i am still alive

fuck you sideways
fuck you delicately
fuck you savagely

you cannot reach me
you cannot touch me
you cannot get me

but neither can i

i cannot feel you
i cannot taste you
i cannot smell you
i cannot see you
i cannot hear you

but neither can you

spinning

every which way

not know where I will land

there are no controls that I can see

only the "Oh Shit" handle in case of emergencies

someone else keep a hold of the control while I find the escape hatch

fuck-it-all

I wonder...

what her lips taste like?

Team Cougar, Part III

As I go to push the door open, he's there and threatens to smack me with a rolled up towel, saying "I should pop you good".

I glance up at him and say, "You only wish you could", smile and keep moving.



If I thought he would be or more aptly COULD be discreet I would eat this boy for breakfast, lunch and dinner and then nibble on whatever was leftover for a midnight snack.

Team Cougar, Part II

She's so mean to me!

Are you kidding me?

I was just kidding about wrestling yesterday.

But I was serious about showing you in holds you have never dreamt of before...

See, she is mean to me,

I have never had any man complain about my skills... ever.

Nympho?

With him, I came at least 6 times the other night. I lost count honestly.

Yesterday I was satisfied. No needing or wanting.

Today, I am restless again. Energy building.

Is my sex drive unusally high? Am I a nympho?

Elephants in the bedroom

In bed, laying next to him. Feeling his warmth radiate next to me. Undeniable. I curl up into him. My head on his shoulder, hand on his chest, leg across his own. Familiar. His arm wrapped around me, his hand stroking my temple, trailing down my hair. Comfortable.


And there it is. That fucking elephant in the room with us again. The unquestioned attraction between the two of us that has left me frustrated beyond belief every time he and I share prolonged air space.


In dismay, I roll away from him, not without first smacking him on the hip a couple of times in frustration.

"Hey! What is that for?


THIS IS SO NOT WORKING! I feel like a fucking cat in heat, here with you.


You aren't the only one who feels like that!


Well, I am right here. Right fucking here.


Do know how hard it is for me , with you here, half naked, knowing that all I had to do was roll over, pull your panties off and that I could have my way with you?!"

At that I lifted my ass up slightly, pulled my own panties off and threw them across the bed, over him and onto the floor.

Definition

resume

Main Entry: re·sume

Pronunciation: \ri-ˈzüm\

Function: verb

Inflected Form(s): re·sumed; re·sum·ing

Etymology: Middle English, from Anglo-French or Latin; Anglo-French resumer, from Latin resumere, from re- + sumere to take up, take — more at consume
Date: 15th century

transitive verb
1 : to assume or take again : reoccupy

2 : to return to or begin again after interruption

3 : to take back to oneself

4 : to pick up again

5 : reiterate, summarize

intransitive verb
: to begin again something interrupted

Team Cougar

He cockily shoulder checks me playfully. I look at him more deeply that I have ever allowed my self to previously. Clear light eyes, the stubble of 3 days without a shave, tanned skin shoulders and chest with a decent growth of hair there, a quick smile always upon his face.

I say to him in a slightly hushed voice, "What do you think you are doing touching me like that, boy?"

"We are about to wrestle, don't you know?!", he replies.

"Hon, I would put you in holds you have never known or dreamt of before", I replied as I turned to walk away, allowing myself to glance back as I opened the door. Meeting his gaze once more. Challenging him to take it further.

He's not ready to wrestle a Lady Cougar.

Aren't they just the cutest couple?

All I could see was the form fitting grey dress slacks. Less that were a mile long. A button down white shirt, hugging every curve, unbuttoned so you could get a glimpse of chest. The fedora hat, turned up and worn cocked to the side. Fucking gorgeous with full kissable lips.

He saw the unsure ankles walking in 4 inch heels. I saw her shapely legs with opaque black stockings. The black sheath dress on the petite frame. Black hair, geometrically cut with dark purple streaks. Pale lips with luscious rouged lips.

We looked at each other and just smiled knowing that we both <3 lesbians.

How was your Sunday spent?

I teased Jesus, just like I did every Sunday. Some times I fuck him. But I always feel naughty walking into the House of God.

Holy sheeee-it

I am losing weight.

Not in a bad way but I put on a pair of slacks this morning that I haven't worn in probably 6-8 months. They have always fit me like a glove, hugging my curves in the right way... well today, there is room in the waistband. Like 3-4 fingers worth.

WHAT THE FUCK HAPPENED?

I still weigh the same as I did last year. Is my belly relocating to somewhere else? Where? My ass?

For the Mind Reader

need to get this down before I forget it.

I took a nap this afternoon after posting that last blog. Of course I had a dream and what else could it be about other than sex?

But it was about the one who has challenged me. The one that makes me think outside of the vanilla box.

It was tender and sweet. He was feeding me pineapple. It was so juicy. Literally the juices were flowing everywhere. And we were a fucking mess. Naked with one another. We each licked and sucked at each other's bodies. Cleaning one another. Then he turned me over and fucked me gently from behind while stroking my new phoenix and biting my neck. I purred like a cat for him.

I hate waking up from a dream like that because I could literally feel him inside of me ... yet he has never actually been inside of me.

On the prowl

Feeling more and more frisky.

Needing more than what I am currently getting.

The 18 year old lifegaurds at the pool look delicious.

Would I be a cougar or still just a MILF if I indulged myself in a sampling?

The one that gets to the very core of me is still miles away. And maybe a lifetime of learning, growing and self realization from ever being something tangible.

Is it too much to ask to actually have a real live human being as my sex partner? To feel the throbbing of the blood rushing through their veins as I kiss their neck? To feel their hands wrapped around my shoulders as our bodies unite? To be able to collapse together in a sweaty heap of post coital tangle of bodies, glowing and grinning?

Sweet baby Jesus, I need to get laid.

More work to be done...

She's still tender and red but definitely heading in the right direction.

I am a bloody fucking mess...

quite literally.

Just got done with a 4 hour tattoo session on my phoenix. She's becoming...

I, on the other hand, am raw, swollen, stiff and most of all BLOODY. I thought the tattoo artist was using red ink as I spied over my left shoulder to watch him work on my hip. Turns out he was shading with light gray and the red I saw was my own blood pooling.

On a positive note, my moon stopped in response to the pain. Day 3 of my cycle and I am done bleeding. Unheard of.

PS I wound up biting myself so hard on the back of my hand that I can still see the teeth marks... 7 hours after the fact. Especially where I drug my bottom teeth across the skin. I think it would look lovely on someone's hip or neck or back or ass cheek...

I haven't had real sex in 10 weeks... sigh I would love to be gently fucked to sleep tonight... sigh

30 sexual things that you are supposed to do before you are 30

With my big 3-0 birthday looming, it looks like I need to get busy.

Which ones have you done so far? The ones I have are in red.


1. If you’re straight, kiss someone of the same gender. If you’re gay, kiss someone of the opposite sex. Hey, you never know until you try.

2. Do it in a bathroom stall at a bar.

3. Amass a collection of sex toys to pleasure yourself – and your partners – with.

4. Learn how to bring yourself to orgasm in less than three minutes.

5. Have at least one steamy vacation fling with someone who doesn’t speak your language.

6. Pee on someone, or get peed on.

7. Have all your favorite smut sites bookmarked and ready at the touch of a button.

8. Give or get anal sex the right way (i.e. without being wasted, with lots of lube!)

9. Master the art of mind-blowing head.

10. Have sex on ecstasy.

11. Have a fuck buddy on retainer.

12. Have steamy sex with an ex.

13. For the ladies: Buy sexy lingerie just for yourself, and wear it alone when you’re feeling frisky.

14. Stop comparing your sex life with your friends’.

15. Ask for the brand of condoms you want in a loud voice at the drugstore with no shame.

16. Let someone tie you up.

17. Turn down sex with someone you dig – just to make ’em wait.

18. Sleep with a much younger person (nobody underage, perv).

19. Sleep with someone much older.

20. Get tested for STDs – and do it on a regular basis.

21. Visit a strip club or peep show with your partner.

22. Masturbate in your office bathroom.

23. Have sex with someone you hate but think is hot.

24. Make another person’s fantasy come true.

25. Try at least one Internet date.

26. Use a webcam to get down and dirty with a faraway friend.

27. Have sex in the ocean.

28. Give a sexual favor to get backstage.

29. Swallow (sans gagging or protesting).

30. Be the one to not call the next day – or ever.

Dear Horny Boy,

Even though what I said last night was in a drunken context, I did mean it.

I laid in bed with you last night (as well as previous nights) and had for chastise myself so I would not reach out and touch you. Having visions of you and I tangled up in one another has cut into my sleep time like you wouldn't believe. I think about your dick inside of me so much I swear I can feel it at times.

I won't make the first move. I felt rejected when the transition happened. I don't want to feel that again between you and I... but I am so fucking horny it kills me.

Why am I sending this to you??? Simply cuz I can't have it festering inside of me.

Signed,

Horny Girl

The beginning of the phoenix's ascension

It had been so long

The blaring buzz of the tattoo gun didn't evoke anything but excitement.


My memories of pain had been erased after a 13 hiatus from having ink driven into my flesh. My skin was prepped, cleaned, shaved and readied for the stencil.


That tricky stencil. Placing one that covers from hip to shoulder has to be done just right, especially working with the curves of a feminine back. :) We lucked out with the 2nd placement that was perfect.


Asked again if I was ready, I straddled the chair and presented my back for him to have his way with. Feeling his hand on my lower left hip, a rush of adrenaline shot through me.


IT WAS REALLY GOING TO HAPPEN!


And the bite of the needle as we began the process almost made me jump through the ceiling.


I wasn't ready. I wasn't prepared. I wasn't happy with the pain. I tried to recenter myself and breathe into it. I pressed my hands down into my girlfriend's outstretched palms. I clenched my thighs and my buttocks. And I tried my best not to jump away from the buzzing tattoo gun. For the most part, I think I succeeded.


I said to my friend and the tattoo artist, "I'm glad I didn't talk to anyone about getting a large back piece because I don't know if I would have still come here today!".


Music blared through the speakers. A custom blend of tunes made by my dear friend, aptly dubbed "Phoenix Ascending". Soothing at times but never dulling away the intensity of the ink being drilled into my flesh. I wanted so badly to be taken away by the endorphin high. But there was no escape. No way over it, no way under it, no way around it. Just have to go through it.


And I did.


I have the next 10 days to rest, heal and recoup. Then I go back for the color and shading.


PS When I did finally get the rush, I could barely talk. I was in a haze. It was amazing.

Show me your genitals

Come, yet again

Come, come, whoever you are.
Wonderer, worshipper, lover of leaving.
It doesn't matter.
Ours is not a caravan of despair.
Come, even if you have broken your vow
a thousand times
Come, yet again, come, come.