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wanting what you can have..
wanting what you can have..
I met him at a nightclub. I was about to go home. The club was filled to capacity and everyone was my age. Looking. The smell of everyone's musk was so thick in the air, it was hard not be aroused by just the meer passing. It was one of those nights where I just wanted to be somewhere, with someone. So alone and quietly needing to reach out with eyes of desire. Screaming inside. I had already been a member of AdultFriendFinder and had many suitors. Many attached and that made me press on.
Dance a little closer to me. Dance a little closer tonight.
He came in with another male friend who was an obnoxious soul that loved only himself and cared little for others.
Yeah he caught my eye right away. A strong profile, intelligent eyes and an air of confidence. But his eyes gave him away. He was hurting and lonely. Just like me.
How to get close to him? I was nervous but determined. I tried not to be obvious as I looked sideways every now and then. Would he notice me? We women, think about our assets then. Ok, now what can I do? Gotta get his attention. Two drinks and I was beginning to feel my inhaitions draining. I wasn't going to let him slip away. Not five minutes earlier I had to go to the restroom, now it seemed that was the only way I could get close to him. Get up.
My legs felt like noodles as they hit the floor. My heart was pounding so hard in my breasts, I felt like everyone could hear it. As I got closer, I could feel my nipples get harder and the moistness burn in my crotch.
I was almost there, when someone walked in my way. I stopped, paused to let them by and never took my eyes off of him. A slow smile spread across my face as I brushed by him. Halfway down the hall, I stopped and turned to see if he was watching.
It took me about 5 minutes in the bathroom to compose myself. I took several deep breaths in and could feel my hands shaking. Now I had to go back out.
How do men affect me that way? Not just any man. Him.
It didn't take long and after getting away from his friend we went to his hotel. It was like a powerful magnet. We didn't speak a word. I remember walking to him slowly. I stopped and calmly undressed before him. Taking each piece off maticuliously and watching his eyes for a response. None came, but as I completely stood there naked to him, he walked to me. He bowed his head and placed it between my breasts.
He was so tender. So slow. So patience. Love was not awkward or jerky. We flowed with each other like the gentle lapping of the shore at night. We took each other over and over again. I was amazed at his stagmia and mine as well.
Somewhere in the dawn, he touch it. He unleashed the animal in me and I begged for his.
I'm not talking about meer orgasms, but that lustly inner savage that nips at your shoulders and drives your bodies into a frenzy.
I felt the breath leave my body as we lay exhausted and sweating. Then came the tears.
No man has ever taken me to that point. So many emotions.
Men, you much understand when a woman cries after or during love, its not a bad thing. You should feel proud.
You just touch her soul.
1/15/2006 2:21 am
Wow, I don't remeber the incident but it honestly sounds as if you are describing me|
1/16/2006 1:07 pm
Damn girl! I wish it had been me. Cause I wouldn't have gone away.|