stagefright--and sheer boredom...  

carmel62764 52F
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9/4/2006 3:02 pm

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9/6/2006 3:55 pm

stagefright--and sheer boredom...

ok here i go again with a song title (guess i have more time on my hands than i realized)...this time i'm listening to Def Leppard--maybe if i had one of my many "rabid fans" (see the three guys over in the corner with black leather trenches on and bulges--that would be them...are they guns or cocks for bulges? you decide..lol) here to keep me company, i'd have no need to be on here and i'd have things to write about!!

still basking in the glow of my evening with Chris--i guess i will give him another chance but he has a lot of lost ground to make up for since like i said there was a lot of hurt created in that short timeframe. Currently not speaking to the bf (he's trying to shaft me on the rent--i told him that he will end up finding a new place to live or i will), so i may end up homeless (again) before too long--hope it doesn't go that route, but if it does i had a good two years with him before the shit went down--those memories are always there.

i really am horny right now and at the same time i really don't have any particular subject that i want to talk about...just sitting here in my fave jean shorts and brown tank top wishing i had a real man to be with instead of a man who eats Ritz crackers in the living room, flips channels on the remote, and has about as much romance/sexuality as 20 year old moldy Christmas fruitcake (UGH!! i grossed myself out on that one!)...but what's a girl to do?

well, i do have my imagination and my toys...all i need is to find that perfect sex beast--and it will be all over 'cept for the shouting...


tonguenrestless 54M

9/5/2006 7:42 pm

What a beautiful image to envision my beautiful Carmel lounging on her sofa wearing short (Daisy Duke) blue jean shorts and tank-top. Long, shapely legs span out across her room like tentacles that would snatch me up if I wandered too close. She is thinking of me, though she doesn't know it yet. But the man she dreams of, the one who will worship her for the nubian queen she is, the one who will carefully, seductively taste every inch of her flawless brown skin, the one who will gaze deep into her eyes as he lover her the way she dreams about is this man. She, of course, only knows this man as someone who occasionally has something mildy amusing to add to the family's discussion, and has no means to identify him as the one for which she pines. I can see her figure under the tank-top, jaw dropping curves and firm, round breasts that rise and gently fall in rhythm with her breathing. She breaths quickly thinking about how I would explore her body searching, probing, finding every sensitive spot that is uniquely hers. She closes her eyes thinking about how I would first find each spot with my hand or finger, then follow with my big, soft, moist tongue. The excitement she feels as her thoughts meander through every soft touch deepens her breathing and her breasts heave higher. Wide sweeping shoulders, long elegant arms, hands and fingers, she reaches down to rub her thighs, thinking how I would love to touch them, nice and firm. She wets her lips so that they glisten and beg me to bend down to kiss them. Her body trembles at the thought of my passionate, deep, wet kisses. But its not really me she dreams about, at least she doesn't think of me that way. She has no way of knowing that the man who longs to make every sensual, seductive fantasy of hers come true is I.


carmel62764 52F

9/6/2006 1:39 am

    Quoting tonguenrestless:
    What a beautiful image to envision my beautiful Carmel lounging on her sofa wearing short (Daisy Duke) blue jean shorts and tank-top. Long, shapely legs span out across her room like tentacles that would snatch me up if I wandered too close. She is thinking of me, though she doesn't know it yet. But the man she dreams of, the one who will worship her for the nubian queen she is, the one who will carefully, seductively taste every inch of her flawless brown skin, the one who will gaze deep into her eyes as he lover her the way she dreams about is this man. She, of course, only knows this man as someone who occasionally has something mildy amusing to add to the family's discussion, and has no means to identify him as the one for which she pines. I can see her figure under the tank-top, jaw dropping curves and firm, round breasts that rise and gently fall in rhythm with her breathing. She breaths quickly thinking about how I would explore her body searching, probing, finding every sensitive spot that is uniquely hers. She closes her eyes thinking about how I would first find each spot with my hand or finger, then follow with my big, soft, moist tongue. The excitement she feels as her thoughts meander through every soft touch deepens her breathing and her breasts heave higher. Wide sweeping shoulders, long elegant arms, hands and fingers, she reaches down to rub her thighs, thinking how I would love to touch them, nice and firm. She wets her lips so that they glisten and beg me to bend down to kiss them. Her body trembles at the thought of my passionate, deep, wet kisses. But its not really me she dreams about, at least she doesn't think of me that way. She has no way of knowing that the man who longs to make every sensual, seductive fantasy of hers come true is I.
hmmm...is that my friend d over there in the corner peeking at me like a stalker in the bushes? LOL...hi hon!! thank you for dropping by and putting your stamp (and lips) on my blog!! every time i read this i think of you kissing my feet while rubbing the legs and calves...hmmm! think i'd better stop before i have wet spots in my bikini undies!! LOL hope i didn't make you lose your lunch with the Christmas fruitcake reference, even though it was fitting!!

only time will tell if you're the person that i seek...in the meantime i am looking forward to seeing you on the 23rd in Atlanta!! take care!! smooches...


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